Live ghost hunting: Boss, she raises a ghost king instead

"Auntie!" Fu Jingran rushed all the way to the corridor on the second floor, calling to you eagerly.

The corridor was still empty, except for the flickering light of the sconces on the walls.

"Auntie!"

He called again and walked towards the end of the corridor step by step.

"Aunt!" He called again, turned around and looked around in the silence. He was the only one in the corridor, and neither Jiang Buyan nor Shu Yang seemed to catch up.

He didn't realize that his body was shrinking by the year.

19 years old, 18 years old, 17 years old...

As he called, his appearance gradually changed, and the memories in his mind disappeared. It wasn't until he went back to when he was five years old that everything finally stopped...

Fu Jingran didn't seem to think that his current appearance as a child had anything to do with it. He looked around anxiously, like a lost child.

"Auntie, where are you?" Xiao Fu Jingran's voice was tender and crying, as if she would cry in the next second.

"Young Master? Where am I? Why are you here?" At some point, my aunt came behind Xiao Fu Jingran, stretched out her warm and soft hands, and wiped away the tears from his eyes.

At the moment when he saw his aunt, Xiao Fu Jingran could no longer bear the grievance in his heart. He threw himself into her arms and started to act coquettishly while smelling the unique fragrance on her body.

"Auntie, please don't separate from me, okay?"

"Auntie will not separate from the young master. Auntie will always take care of your growth." Auntie reached out and gently stroked his head, comforting her softly.

"My favorite aunt!"

"Hey, the young master should like his parents the most, followed by his aunt." The woman chuckled.

When Xiao Fu Jingran heard about his parents, his expression became confused: "Dad...Mom? I haven't seen them for a long time...I almost forgot about them."

"The master and his wife are just busy, but they still love the young master deeply."

"Mom, Dad, love me?" Xiao Fu Jingran raised his head and looked at the woman with a tender face full of doubts.

"Yes, there are no parents who don't love their children." The woman nodded affirmatively.

Xiao Fu Jingran nodded as if he understood, "Then I have to grow up quickly and share the work for my parents, so that they have time to spend time with me!"

"Young Master..." The woman's voice suddenly floated far away.

Xiao Fu Jingran suddenly stood up and looked for her, but could no longer find her aunt.

His age began to reverse, with each passing year his mentality changed.

"Auntie, you don't have to lie to me anymore, they won't come back today." This is seven-year-old Fu Jingran, standing alone under the light, waiting for someone who will not come back.

The woman looked sad and wanted to reach out and touch the top of his hair to comfort him.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, the child looked eight years old again.

"It's useless to study hard, no matter how good I am, they won't pay attention to me." Eight-year-old Fu Jingran looked into the distance with empty eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

The woman stood there helplessly, lowering her head and not knowing how to comfort him.

When she thought about it and looked up, the boy had already transformed into a seventeen-year-old.

At this age, Fu Jingran has just started to rebel. He no longer obeys his parents' advice, and anyone who tries to persuade him will get a thumbs down from him.

His whole body was as sensitive as a thorn covered in spikes.

"Auntie, I will leave here when I grow up. Do you want to follow me or stay in the old house?" Fu Jingran stared intently at the woman in front of him. She was old, her face was full of wrinkles, and her back had been bent at some point. .