Your ghost-catching pose is perfect

Jiang Peng couldn't see any abnormalities around him, but he could feel that the temperature here was too low.He subconsciously looked at the monitoring screen on the top of the door frame of the collection room, and saw that the temperature displayed on it was 22 degrees, which was the most suitable for collecting paintings.

However, the temperature in this corridor is definitely less than [-] degrees, and Jiang Peng can feel the hairs all over his body stand on end.

He left the pendant that was said to be an amulet at Mr. Wang's place. Now that he didn't have a talisman to protect him, he felt more obvious about this kind of creepy coldness.

Suddenly, he remembered that he seemed to have had such a nightmare, and the dream had the same coldness that penetrated into the bones.

At that time, he seemed to have dreamed that he was trekking on a snow mountain, and encountered an avalanche, and was buried under the snow layer and could not move his whole body.The icy snow was still drilling into his nose and mouth, making him unable to breathe at all.

However, he woke up from that nightmare very quickly. If he hadn't encountered the same cold feeling this time, he might have forgotten that he had had such a dream long ago.

"It wants to touch you." Jiang Xunli stood behind the ghost, folded his arms, and looked at the ghost that was dying with interest.

The group of ghosts tirelessly collided with the soul-suppressing talisman, and every time it hit, the ghost aura on its body would loosen a bit, and it seemed that it was about to disappear.

Jiang Peng looked at the empty door of the collection room: ...

"I'm afraid Zhu Weiwei turned into a ghost after death because she loved you so much." Jiang Xunli said, "She has chronic stomach problems, she shouldn't drink alcohol, but she died of drinking too much that day. .A month ago...was it the day she showed love to you and was rejected?"

Jiang Peng was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Jiang Xunli sighed, and said: "It's a pity that there is a lover who has killed a ghost. I can't save it. Its fate can only be lost."

The group of ghosts had been shattered by the constant collisions, gathering and dispersing in pain, but still persistently wanted to touch Jiang Peng's body through the Soul Requiem Talisman.

Jiang Xunli couldn't stand it any longer, sighed softly, and raised his hand.

The bright light talisman bird flew into the air, sparking a gorgeous golden radiance, shining on every corner of the collection room, and annihilating all the black mist here.That group of extremely fragile ghosts struggled for less than a second in the dazzling light before being completely purified.

The moment it disappeared, Jiang Xunli saw an extremely thin phantom of a woman with a smile on her mouth and tears in her eyes, but it only existed for a moment and then disappeared.

The talisman paper completed its mission and suddenly shattered, tiny pieces of paper fell from the air and sprinkled on the floor in front of Jiang Xunli's feet.

Jiang Peng couldn't see the ghost aura, nor could he see the brilliance from the Mingguang Talisman.But at this moment, he felt that Jiang Xunli's temperament had changed.

This young big boy obviously just stood there expressionless, but suddenly he had an almost heartless feeling of looking down on all living beings.The sharpness in his facial features is raging at this moment, as if he carries some kind of godhead, and he has long been detached from this ordinary world.

Jiang Peng subconsciously reached out to touch his side, only to realize that he did not come out with a sketchbook.

He was annoyed: he couldn't draw such a perfect expression of this man in the first place!

"Okay, done!"

The aloof expression suddenly dissipated, Jiang Xunli grinned, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "This ghost is too weak to fight! And it knows that the painting has not been exhibited yet, so it chooses to stay here , instead of going back to the corpse, I'm afraid it's not a mental retardation..."

As he said that, he stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Peng's neck: "Let's go! I'm going to starve to death, my master. I should celebrate when the work is done! Let's go!"

Jiang Peng was hooked by Jiang Xunli all the way back to the first floor of the art museum, and returned the key to the collection room to Mr. Wang, and was dragged out of the art museum by Jiang Xunli under the strange smiling eyes of the other party. .

Mr. Wang shook the cattail fan in his hand, and said with relief, "Xiaopeng finally made a lively friend..."

Sitting in the car, Jiang Xunli showed the way to a night market near his rental house, and actually planned to go to the skewers with Jiang Peng.Jiang Peng didn't ask any further questions, and used his mobile phone to navigate the navigation, and drove into the unfinished, terrifying evening rush hour traffic in Yan City.

Jiang Xunli sent Zhang Chuan a WeChat message: "The ghost has been dealt with, but the whereabouts of Zhu Weiwei's body must be found! Please!"

The other side replied quickly: "That guy actually hit your hand directly? You are quite lucky. Don't worry, there are records for corpse donations, and they will be found for you tomorrow."

"Thank you!"

After Jiang Xunli returned the message, he adjusted his sitting posture, leaned back in the seat as if he had no bones, and tilted his head to look at Jiang Peng.

The sky outside had already darkened, and the orange lights on the side of the road were slowly turned on, shining through the car window into the dim cab, but it only illuminated Jiang Peng's strong chin, hiding his eyebrows and eyes in the shadows .

The traffic moves, the lights rotate, the street lights ahead gradually brighten, Jiang Peng's entire face is illuminated, and then covered by shadows again, and so on.

Jiang Xunli remembered that Jiang Peng always said how perfect his face and body are, but in fact Jiang Peng's face and figure are not bad either. This kind of sharp facial lines and tall and straight figure are Jiang Xunli's favorite. favorite type.

Jiang Peng's hands are also very good-looking. They are slender but not feminine, with well-defined joints but not obtrusive. No matter when holding the steering wheel or holding a paintbrush, they are extremely elegant and calm.

Jiang Peng drove the car back in line, turned his head and glanced at the mirror on the right, saw Jiang Xunli looking at him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but startled.

Jiang Xunli smiled and said: "Why do you feel so calm? Just now you watched me suppress a ghost! Are you not excited at all? Don't you feel particularly excited?"

"I can't see." Jiang Peng replied.

"Even if you can't see it, you can feel it, that cold ghostly aura." Jiang Xunli raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to approach Jiang Peng, "But you didn't look scared before, and you don't look excited now. ...You don't have...facial paralysis, do you?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Peng parked the car in the parking space on the side of the road: "Here we are."

Jiang Xunli did not move, leaning sideways on the back of the seat, with a frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth, staring at Jiang Peng with great interest.

After these two days of getting along, he was a little curious. Is this handsome painter really calm or emotionally deficient?When we met for the first time, I was beaten up by him, and I didn't look surprised. Today, when I encountered a supernatural event, it's still the same... How do you say that?

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face?

Jiang Peng glanced at Jiang Xunli who was still wandering, unfastened his seat belt, leaned over to the passenger seat, and stretched his left hand towards Jiang Xunli's waist.

Subconsciously, Jiang Xunli thought that Jiang Peng was coming to hug him... or to tease him, but he was still wondering: What kind of magical twist is this?He thought so, but deliberately didn't hide.He wants to see, who has a thicker skin than Young Master Jiang!He doesn't believe that there are people in this world who can make him embarrassed and shy!

The two bodies suddenly approached, and Jiang Peng's shoulder almost touched Jiang Xunli's chest.

Jiang Xunli was thinking about whether he should act first and take the initiative to tease this handsome guy with a paralyzed face.

Jiang Peng reached out and opened the storage box in front of the co-pilot's seat, and took out a palm-sized sketchbook with a ballpoint pen clipped on it.After taking out what he wanted, he closed the storage box, returned to the driver's seat, opened the door and got out of the car.A series of movements flowed smoothly without any lag or pause.

"Here we are." He repeated, "Get out of the car and eat."

Jiang Xunli: ...

Two minutes later, Jiang Xunli and Jiang Peng sat at a small table outside the roadside skewer shop.

Jiang Peng, who was just over 1.8 meters tall, was curled up on the low plastic stool of the small dining table, looking a little aggrieved.His overly cold demeanor is also a bit incompatible with the barbecue stall, not to mention, he is still holding a palm-sized sketchbook, brushing and drawing.

Jiang Xunli knocked on the edge of the small table, and said with a smile: "Hey, great artist, you are too dedicated to your job, aren't you?!"

Jiang Peng raised his glasses and glanced at Jiang Xunli. Without pausing, he added a few strokes to the sketchbook. The corners of the eyes of the characters in the painting were slightly raised, and there was a hint of sharpness in an instant.

Jiang Xunli stood up suddenly, leaned over to look at Jiang Peng's sketchbook.Jiang Peng didn't hide, and let him see it openly.

"Hey! Are you painting me?" Jiang Xunli blinked his eyes and laughed, "Is that how I am to satisfy you? You didn't draw enough at your house yesterday, but today you come here to make a bunch of skewers. Take the notebook and continue drawing... Tell the truth, have you fallen in love with the young master?"

Jiang Peng still didn't answer a word, just immersed himself in drawing.

Jiang Xunli curled his lips: "You are really boring, not fun at all... Hey, I said, since you come out to make skewers, don't draw anymore. Why don't I go to your house later? What do you think then? You can paint as you like, I will paint for you without nakedness!"

The diners around turned their heads in horror and looked at Jiang Xunli's table.

Jiang Peng closed the sketchbook: "Yes."

Jiang Xunli choked for a moment, always feeling that he had been tricked.Immediately, he resumed his playful smile, moved the small stool from the opposite side of Jiang Peng to his side, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Is the young master's body so attractive to you? What do you mean by 'perfect', I don't know." Can't feel it, tell me, what kind of body is perfect? ​​Is that female skeleton model perfect?"

Jiang Peng put the sketchbook on the table and remained silent.

Jiang Xunli thought that the other party's aphasia had occurred again, sighed exaggeratedly and shook his head, then moved the small stool back to the opposite side of the table.Unexpectedly, Jiang Peng organized his words and opened his mouth.

"The beauty of the human body is unique in nature. After all, we are the only creatures that walk upright. Bones have the rhythm of bones, muscles have the rhythm of muscles, and even fat is an important part of a perfect body. There are other things beyond the body The figurative temperament is inseparable from the five senses and the body, and neither can be separated.”

Jiang Peng seldom spoke so much at once. He spoke very slowly, and his words were carefully considered. It didn't sound like he was narrating, but rather recited.

"Zhu Weiwei... is actually not perfect. Her bones are indeed very delicate, and her appearance is also artistic, but in fact, due to her illness, her complexion and temperament are always lacking."

Talking about the female model who has passed away now, Jiang Peng's tone was devoid of any emotion, as if she was just a work of art in his eyes, moreover, a work of art that was not yet perfect.

Hearing such a tone, Jiang Xunli, who was used to seeing ghosts for a long time, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Jiang Peng continued: "And you are..."

"Ah! I almost forgot!" Jiang Xunli slammed the table, interrupted Jiang Peng, and reached out to greet the waiter, "Let's add a plate of fried instant noodles here! Put more peppers!"

The author has something to say:

The first mini-boss in the article...well, it's not that bad at all

But this is the arrangement of the plot, the specifics...let me be a little tricky first (Touch jpg

And, Jiang·Aesthetic Obsessive Compulsive Disorder·Peng talked more and more in front of Jiang Xiaofeng→→

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Rolling all over the floor... please... collect... la...

guess the ghost car