Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

The bathroom smelled of humidity and fresh soap.

The young widow, who lost her husband early in life, did not look as sad as the old housekeeper said. On the contrary, she was like a little bird that had finally flown out of a cage, fluttering here and there, and when she had enough fun, she excitedly wet herself in the water.

The feathers are beautiful, the wings are beautiful.

The most beautiful thing about him is his face.

But at this time, the little bird just stood there in a daze, and because of the missing shampoo, it stopped singing its cheerful song.

Wen Liang doubted his memory and asked Plug-in 110 in his mind:

【Wen Liang: Didn’t I just... take the shampoo? 】

[110: You took it]

Wen Liang's hands froze and his hair stood on end.

So cold.

A chilly atmosphere spread in the bathroom, and even with the hot water pouring down, it was unable to resist the chill.

The shower was separated from the sink by a glass door, and Wen Liang was standing with his back to the mirror.

Wen Liang raised his hand to turn off the shower head. The sound of water dripping on the floor was extremely clear.

He turned around slowly, and when he saw the scene in the mirror clearly, his face turned pale.

The boy in the mirror had pupils as black as lacquer, and his fair body, stained by the mist, was faintly pink, with his chest, collarbone, ankles... all showing an unspoiled beauty.

If he could ignore the dark figure behind him, Wen Liang would still be in the mood to praise how handsome he is.

The face of the black shadow could not be seen clearly, and it could not even be called a human figure. It was just a dark mass without any clear shape.

The only thing Wen Liang could be sure of was that he had really seen a ghost.

The glass door was knocked open and Wen Liang immediately rushed out as fast as a frightened deer.

But suddenly, he felt a restraining force on his neck, pulling him back.

Wen Liang's back hit the shaking glass door, his breathing became rapid, and a dark cold mist pressed forward in front of him.

The ghostly air blew from the ears to the shoulders:

"Why are you running? Don't you miss me a lot... Madam?"

The oxygen in Wen Liang's lungs was getting less and less, his wet hair stuck to his face, his frightened pale face began to turn blue, and his body sank into a black fog.

The handsome boy struggled hard, and even in a mess, he was still very handsome. Every movement of his naked body seemed extremely tempting.

The force on his neck seemed to have weakened a little, and Wen Liang gasped for breath. After regaining consciousness and realizing who the ghost was, he discovered that there was still a dead end in front of him.

The black fog is Huo Wei, and he wants to kill Lin Mo.

No wonder the last description of Lin Mo in the original novel stopped after Lin Mo went to Ningzhuo Flower Shop.

Could it be that Lin Mo was killed by Huo Wei not long afterward?

Wen Liang always thought that the original owner, Lin Mo, was kept as a mistress by Huo Wei. Even if their relationship was not deeply in love, at least one of them liked her.

But the fact is, Lin Mo doesn't like Huo Wei, and Huo Wei wants to kill Lin Mo.

[110: After the emperor dies, he will let his concubines be buried with him. Will he...?]

[Wen Liang: Brother, please watch some TV. Please help me find the talismans I stored in the mall. I might need them later.]

Wen Liang stared straight into the black fog that made it impossible to see his facial features. It was not yet the seventh day after Huo Wei's death, so he could not transform into a physical form.

If it can't transform into a physical form, it's much less threatening than a real vengeful ghost.

"Huo Wei..."

Due to lack of oxygen, Wen Liang panted softly, his eyelashes drooped on his eyelids and trembled constantly. His voice was full of moisture, and although it was clearly fear, it was easy for people to misunderstand it as sweet and coquettish.

"I'm sad, sad that you didn't die."

The young man gave a mind-boggling laugh, but his clear eyes were filled with provocation and ridicule.

The force on my neck suddenly disappeared.

Wen Liang bent down, covered his throat with his hands and coughed heart-wrenchingly.

Black fog lingered in the bathroom, and the cold air that penetrated into the bone marrow made Wen Liang hug himself and squat down.

A talisman appeared in his hand.

This was painted by Wen Liang in the previous world. He originally wanted to put it up for sale in the mall, but he didn't expect that he would end up using it himself.

Wen Liang’s confidence comes from this talisman that can drive away ghosts.

The only good news was that for some reason, Huo Wei temporarily gave up on killing him.

"Ma'am, please repeat what you just said."

"What do you want to hear? To hear how much I want you to die?"

He's about to die, why is he still pretending to be pitiful? Wen Liang doesn't intend to maintain his character. Huo Wei is already a dead man, so what if he finds out that he is a little different from the Lin Mo he knows.

He couldn't tell anyone.

The black fog laughed softly, and the male ghost actually hummed a ghostly tune and approached Wen Liang again.

"When did you become so interesting? Now you have to die for me even more."

Wen Liang cursed in his heart, "You are not the real emperor." He chose the right time, picked up the talisman and pressed it into the black fog, hitting a cold entity and crashing into the mirror behind.

"Crack--" The mirror quickly broke into countless pieces with a huge impact.

Wen Liang didn't have time to take a closer look, he grabbed the bath towel and ran downstairs.

The mirror shattered with a loud noise. The old housekeeper came out of the room and saw Wen Liang running downstairs in a panic with blood on his hands.

"Oh my god, ma'am, what happened to you?"

Wen Liang's hands were cut by the broken mirror. He held up his hands, and held the towel on his body with his elbows. His eyes were red, and he panted for nearly a minute before speaking.

"Mr. Huo...Mr. Huo came to see me and wanted to take me away."

The old butler's expression probably showed that he thought his wife was missing him too much and had a hysterical attack, but when his eyes fell on Wen Liang's neck, his expression changed completely.

The marks left by the purple handprint were so clear and terrifying that even a human would have difficulty in making them out, not to mention that there was no one else upstairs except the lady.

The lady's shoulders trembled slightly, and then she smiled shyly and obsessively, "He really loves me, Grandpa Butler, you know, I love him too."

The old housekeeper's face was wrinkled like dried bark. "Madam, please don't do anything stupid!"

The old man took a cloak and wrapped Wen Liang around it, pushed him to sit on the sofa, and poured him some hot water to calm him down.

Turn around and make a phone call.

Wen Liang couldn't hear the housekeeper's voice clearly, he huddled on the sofa still feeling scared.

It is one thing to learn how to collect ghosts, but it is another to actually encounter a ghost.

If today was Huo Wei's seventh day, he would be dead for sure. A talisman could not suppress an evil ghost.

Why does Huo Wei hate Lin Mo so much?

If Wen Liang hadn't known that the murderer was among the other three, he would have thought that it was Lin Mo who killed Huo Wei.

Wen Liang held the hot water in his hands and thought a lot, and no one knew that anyone had come to his house.

The butler brought the man to the living room and stopped in front of Wen Liang.

"Sister-in-law, are you okay?"

Wen Liang looked up when he heard the shout:

[1. Express doubt, who are you? Why are you in my house?]

[2. Express anger, where were you when the accident happened]

[3. To express alienation, please get out of my house]

[4. Show affection by giving him a flower]

This guy just escaped death, but the system made him seek death again.