After Being Possessed by Spirit World Giants [Transmigration Book]

"Leave mother alone." Wen Yue raised her eyes and spoke surprisingly.

"you……"

Mao Shining heard this, his complexion changed suddenly, and he stared at him for a long time.

"Why can't I understand what you're talking about?" He burst out laughing, "Are you playing with me again?"

"We were busy working on the set, and you didn't take too much trouble in the hospital." Wen Yue said lightly, "Can you explain why you met Gaoman late at night? Oh no, it should be Zhou Xiaolu. When she passed away, you should still be A middle school student, right?"

"You?!" Mao Shining's expression froze. Although he was careful enough, Wen Yue was not an ordinary brain. He had seen it before.

In the field of vision, everything around is gradually smudged with ink, turning into a color close to the nether world.

"When did you find out?" Mao Shining twisted his face, showing an expression he had never seen before.

Wen Yue heaved a long sigh, "Now."

"You lied to me?!" Mao Shining shouted angrily, and the house trembled accordingly.

"It's just a verification." A trace of sadness flashed in Wen Yue's eyes, "I have deduced countless possibilities for all the things that happened recently, and no matter what they are, they can't get around you.

I refused to believe it, and kept telling myself that this was impossible, and there must be something I hadn't thought of. My head was about to split open, and I had to make a bad move. "

"Hmph, I knew you were not easy." Mao Shining coldly snorted,

"Xing, it was you who set up the game in the first place, right?" Wen Yue's tone was still flat, as if he was telling someone an old story.

"Don't overestimate yourself." Mao Shining smiled grimly.

"No, it's not from me exactly, but from the old man of the Yuan family, from the beggars he met." Wen Yue said,

Mao Shining didn't answer, he should have guessed right.

"The reason Yu Shura gave me the soul-eating worm was to get my body, right?" Wen Yue went on to say, "He repaired his lover's soul, but he didn't find a suitable body, and later discovered my existence. In other words, You let him discover my existence, and in your words, you are a rare 'talent of mine' in a millennium."

"Imagination is very rich, and then I said, I think you can make something up?" Mao Shining suddenly laughed.

"You have powerful magic powers. As long as you devour the original owner's soul, you can occupy the magpie's nest. It's a pity that Yu Xiuluo tried his best to make a wedding dress for others." Wen Yue continued,

"Oh? Who has such a great ability?" Mao Shining raised his eyebrows, but his fingers trembled inadvertently.

"Should I officially call you to feast?" Wen Yue took a sip of beer, "All you did was for yourself, right? You want to be resurrected in this world, don't you? Chihuang seems to have guessed it was you, But for some reason they don't want to admit it."

Mao Shining's expression darkened, "How do you know this name? Did you call it casually?"

Wen Yue's silence says it all.

Mao Shining was so astonished that he suddenly went crazy, raised his hand to sweep the food on the table, and roared earth-shatteringly, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! He is mine and will always be, otherwise I will crawl out of the dark soul-eating pool." Come out, why?!"

"It's only one step away from success, but you, a lonely ghost, took the lead, teach me how to be reconciled!" He suddenly approached, with a hideous expression, "To tell you the truth, the Lord has already done so to help you get rid of the soul-eating insects." Lost thousands of years of practice, before noon tomorrow, your remnant soul will be devoured, and I am the only antidote!"

He had already made up his mind on the goal of dying together, if he fails, he will be benevolent, and Bo Xianyun must never be with other people!

Surrounded by turbulent winds and clouds, the ghostly aura slowly approached Wen Yue, and the Qingjun scholar in red appeared in front of him, his face was ashen, and his beautiful eyes were full of hatred.

Yan Le's obsession with Bo Xianyun drove him completely crazy, and he did not hesitate to hurt the body that he had worked so hard to obtain.

Countless ghost hands clustered around Wen Yue's feet from the depths of the ground, wrapped around his calf, and the whole tavern quickly twisted and sank.

Wen Yue actually didn't care, and quietly finished the wine left in his hand.

"Yan Le, your plan has always been successful, but unfortunately you are too obsessed, which is why I abandoned you back then."

The cold voice pierced through the fog with such force as a thousand jun.

"My lord, my lord, how is this possible?!" Yan Le froze in place, unable to move.

Wen Yue narrowed his eyes, "You used Zhou Xiaolu's soul to mislead me and other people behind the scenes to lure me back to the Netherworld? Wen Yue has already seen through such tricks."

Yan Le knew that this was his extremely angry expression.

"Hand over the antidote." Bo Xianyun's eyes darkened.

"For the sake of him, the Lord doesn't care about the years of following a lowly position?" Yan Le's eyes were red, and blood and tears flowed.

Wen Yue got up and walked slowly in front of him, with golden light dancing in his eyes, "Hand it over."

"Hehe, hahaha!" Yan Le suddenly laughed wildly, "My lord, you forgot that you taught me to use your own soul as an introduction. Now that things are up to now, either he dies or I die!" something.

Bo Xianyun took a closer look, and his complexion changed suddenly, "Yan Le, you will lose your soul, and you will never be reborn forever."

"Guess, my lord, if the soul whistle is blown, who will come out first, my soul or his soul?" Yan Le has already fallen into madness, blood gushes out from the seven orifices, horrifying,

"My lord has devoted himself to cultivating for thousands of years. He must have boundless mana. The entrance to the underworld has been opened. Can you keep him? Do you want to take a gamble?" His laughter was deafening, and he raised his hand and put the whistle to his lips.

Without waiting for Wen Yue to stop him, thousands of golden lights shot out from Bo Xianyun's palm and passed through Yan Le's body in an instant.

With a sound of "clang", the whistle fell to the ground, and Yan Le was engulfed in the billowing black mist, leaving the world with a strange smile...

The sky just received the last trace of sunset glow, and the city was shrouded in an orange-yellow aftertaste.

Looking at the sunset glow in the sky, Wen Yue stretched her waist, feeling a sense of relief in body and mind.

I went to the supermarket to buy two big bags of ingredients, and walked back to my rental house.

Putting on an apron and turning on the TV, the scene of Tianhai Group Chairman Yuan Xinghui attending the press conference came into view.

Wen Yue looked at Yuan Xinghui's actions, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he tried his best to figure out a big table of delicious dishes.

Yuan Xinghui's car soon appeared in the community. As a media oligarch, the whereabouts of President Yuan's whereabouts have always been top-secret information.

Returning to the rental house alone, Yuan Xinghui was as normal as the host returning home. He took off his coat, put on slippers, washed his hands and face, and quickly went to the dining table.

Today's dishes are too rich, making people's index fingers move and mouth water.

Two red candles paired with red wine express Wen Yue's special feelings.

"Haha, I didn't find a suitable candle."

Wen Yue's face was also bright red.

Bo Xianyun showed a gentle smile, "It's already fine."

"Respect? Respect us." Wen Yue toasted affectionately.

The wine was thick and affectionate, Wen Yue got up and came to him while getting a little drunk...

At this moment, Bo Xianyun hugged him horizontally and walked to the bedroom.

The billowing warm current flows along the pace of the heart and blends into the internal organs.

He was already too weak, in order to preserve the remaining soul, Bo Xianyun almost exhausted all his energy.

Wen Yue glanced at the mirror, and it turned out that she had returned to her original appearance inside.

"What are you thinking?" A cold voice sounded,

Wen Yue came back to his senses, and instantly fell into the sea-like tenderness.

"I..." Before he could speak, his lips were already sealed by him.

"I still have the strength to be distracted, it seems..." He smiled wickedly.

Wen Yue will never forget the lingering night.

When I woke up the next day, it was already 11:30.

Looking at Bo Xianyun's sleeping face, his heart surged with warmth, as if he had seen this scene a long time ago, and he had gone through hardships and worked half his life just for today.

I have no regrets in this life.

Wen Yue got up quietly, and took out the soul purification talisman hidden under the pillow, a souvenir left by Li's ancestral hall, and thought it would come in handy.

Put the spell in your heart, and silently recite the spell...

The lover has not woken up, he has left, this is the best ending...

Boom, boom, boom...

The whole building trembled slightly as the train passed through the tunnel.

Wen Yue opened his eyes suddenly, but his thoughts had not yet escaped from the dream.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"The dream just now...was too outrageous? It's enough to write a novel!"

In my dream, I reached the top of the entertainment industry and became famous, but because of my health, I entered a supernatural novel and met a great god with a rather awkward name called... By the way, Bo Xianyun!

It seems that he looks extremely handsome from ancient times to today, but unfortunately he can't remember the specific appearance.

Wen Yuetan sat up and grabbed the tablet next to the bed. It was all because of this online novel, which had been serialized for two years and finally ended, for making him stay up all night chasing after half the night.

Unable to get rid of the sense of fulfillment in her heart, Wen Yue with a big smile on her lips, inadvertently glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Oops, I'm going to be late for the training camp! The alarm clock didn't go off?" Wen Yue took out his phone in a panic, but it ran out of battery? !

He got up quickly, and the paper ashes came from nowhere in the palm of his hand, leaving a black handprint on the bed sheet.

Wen Yue didn't care about these things, washed up as fast as possible, and ran out the door with a slice of bread in her mouth.

A "three noes" person like him who has no background and only keeps his back has spent a lot of effort to be admitted to the artist training class of a famous film and television company. If he is late on the first day, he will definitely have no good results in the future!

Wen Yue rushed into the building panting, but unfortunately the elevator had just closed.

Wen Yue: "..."

Fly into the stairwell.

When "flying" to a certain floor, he was caught by the sound of the piano, and his two legs didn't listen to him at all, and he went away looking for the sound by himself.

The tune is so familiar, I must have heard it somewhere, Wen Yue couldn't remember it for a while.

When he came to the window, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Wen Yue." A cold voice came into his ears.

Looking back suddenly, a tall figure stood behind him at some point, "Did you drop this?" His bony fingers held a simple and familiar copper whistle.

Wen Yue was almost blinded by this man, "Hmm..." Ripples suddenly appeared in my mind.

"It smells a bit like yours." The man came to him, his eyes filled with tenderness, "My surname is Bo, Bo Xianyun."

"Is it such a coincidence?" Wen Yue was secretly startled.

His palm was very hot, Wen Yue raised his head and fell into a pair of sea-like eyes, and forgot to let go for a moment.

After a while, Wen Yue frowned, "Chihuang, you're too early, I haven't got it yet."

"Health comes first." Bo Xianyun leaned over to her ear, "Otherwise... I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

The author has something to say: Little angels, the text is over, thank you for your company all the way~