[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Jiang Wenhao's first reaction was where to wear this jade ring, he still has a wedding ring on his hand, so he can't take it off.

Seeing him standing stupidly, Zhitao couldn't help but push him, Jiang Wenhao reacted, first took the ring from the tray and held it in his hand.

The moment he picked it up, Jiang Tong shouted in a high voice:

——"Licheng."

As soon as the words fell, Grandpa Jiang bent down instantly and left with a cane, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Jiang Wenhao and Zhitao looked at each other, and finally Jiang's mother came up and said, "Let's go, let's eat first."

The last feast was Grandpa Jiang's birthday, and this time he became the new patriarch, what an unfathomable fate, Zhitao stared at the dishes in front of him and sighed.

Jiang Wenhao also sighed in the same way. He sat in the main seat, stared at the crystal clear water in front of him, and then looked up at the table full of dishes. He asked the person next to him in disbelief: "Do I only eat this?"

Jiang Tong nodded, "The Patriarch has to clear his body on his first day in office."

Zhitao ate the delicious meat, and felt that the patriarch's ascension to the throne was a profound knowledge, and she couldn't help shedding crocodile tears in her heart.

In the evening, the patriarch's knowledge became more profound, and he actually wanted to lock the majestic patriarch in the temple for one night. Zhitao wanted to laugh seeing his miserable appearance.

"What's going on? Do you have to go to the temple to stay overnight?" Zhitao asked curiously.

Jiang Wenhao said politely: "Feel the call of the gods, comprehend the spirit of the ancestors, and use this to meditate."

All right, Zhitao nodded, stood at the door watching Jiang Wenhao resolutely step into the temple, and then sat on the red mat.

Zhitao stared at the color scheme for a while, red and white, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, stood at the door and called, "Oh."

Jiang Wenhao turned his head and spoke in doubt, but Zhitao suddenly didn't know what to say, so he shook his head at him and let the Jiang family operate.

He watched the Jiang family quickly lock the door and closed it with an iron chain, and his emotions expanded, "Why do you use it like this?"

He didn't wear a mask, and when he spoke, the scent caught the Jiang family's thoughts, staring at him with flushed face, and said, "This is the order of the Patriarch."

"Patriarch?" Zhitao raised his eyebrows. Why didn't he know that Jiang Wenhao had a tendency to abuse himself, or that the Patriarch was someone else? He continued: "Who is the Patriarch you are talking about?"

The Jiang family said flatteringly: "Yes—"

"Get down." A cold child's voice came, and the man ran away in fright like a mouse caught by a cat.

Zhitao saw Jiang Tong walking towards him, and was about to change another person to continue asking, when she heard Jiang Tong ask, "Are you worried about the Patriarch?"

Zhitao really had this plan, he stared at Jiang Tong without saying a word, Jiang Tong let him look at him, and said calmly: "If you are worried, you can go in and accompany him."

"Here is the key."

Zhitao took the key in his hand, still a little distrustful, "Why did I listen to that person just now, the Jiang family still has a head?"

"Grandpa Jiang has been the head of the family for decades, and he just changed it today. It's normal for the servants to not react for a while. Here, I apologize to my wife." Jiang Tong bowed towards Zhitao.

Mrs. Zhitao said calmly: "If you call me Mrs. again, I will kick you out of Jiang's house."

"It was my mistake, Mr. Zhi." Jiang Tong corrected when he knew his mistake.

Zhitao did not hide her doubts about them at all. In front of Jiang Tong interviewing the key, he untied the iron chain and the big lock before taking back the key. He pressed his hand on the door and hesitated again, then turned his head and asked, "Can I go in?" ?”

Jiang Tong said calmly: "I still don't recommend Mr. Zhi to go in. If you are afraid of accidents, you can open the door, not to mention you don't have a mobile phone."

Seems to be the reason, Zhitao withdrew her hand, looked at the temple and Jiang Tong before turning and leaving here.Jiang Tong bowed respectfully, his double pupils stared straight at his back.

"Hello." Zhitao asked on the phone.

"Oh," Jiang Wenhao said, "what's the matter?"

Zhitao thought for a long time before realizing why she felt uncomfortable, "Do you still remember the God of Cookery you told me about? Why do I feel exactly the same as you now."

Jiang Wenhao said with a big heart: "No."

Zhitao lay on the bed with a sad face, and couldn't help instigating: "Why don't you come back now, I'll pick you up, it's scary to sleep there all night."

Jiang Wenhao held up the phone to look at the idol. The child-like idol opened its eyes slightly, and there seemed to be something shiny inside. He bent over curiously to look at it, but he couldn't see it.

"Come here later, just bring me something to eat." Jiang Wenhao didn't eat all day, and he was so hungry that he felt exhausted.

Zhitao heard what he meant, "Aren't you leaving?"

Jiang Wenhao was a little embarrassed, "There are many people standing outside. I saw Mr. Jiang just now. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for me to leave. You can wait until Mr. Jiang has left, and then I will use the authority of the master to eat."

Sounds like the worst house owner ever.

"You just let them deliver it, it's not difficult." Zhitao is used to ordering others to do things, and in his mind, he is the commander with absolute power.

Jiang Wenhao knew his temperament, so he sighed and said no, he went out to the temple on the spot in a childish manner, and notified on the phone: "You wait, I will show you how to do it."

After a beep, the phone was hung up, and it was estimated that he would be here in half an hour. Jiang Wenhao shook his head helplessly.

He was lying on the red cushion in a daze, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the child god statue that seemed to have opened its eyes, but when he looked straight ahead, the god statue was still hanging high above, as if he never paid attention to the world.

The statue was built by the Jiang family, and the temple was built by the Sang family.

One thing Jiang Wenhao didn't tell Zhitao was that the human sacrifices used by the God of Cookery were children, because children were pure in nature and loved by the gods, even the statues of the gods were made to look like children.

He heard this from Xue's mother, and he didn't know if it was true or not. Huh, Jiang Wenhao's divergent thoughts froze. The statue seemed to blink just now?

how does it feel to...

He wanted to turn over and sit up from the red mat, but his whole body seemed to be tied up and he couldn't move. The idol above his head showed double black pupils.

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On the eighth day back home, Jiang Wenhao disappeared.

Mother Jiang was knocking melon seeds outside and talking, her words were full of dissatisfaction, "Why did something happen in this joint?"

Father Jiang didn't speak at the side. After a while, he raised his hand to rub his eyes, and sighed in a trance, "Don't worry about this, just wait and see the arrangement at home."

It means that Grandpa Jiang is in charge. Mother Jiang stopped what she was doing and asked in a low voice, "That..."

"……What should I do?"

Jiang's father understood that she was asking Zhitao, but he still said the same thing: "Let's see the arrangement at home."

No matter how you say it, Zhitao can be regarded as the wife of the Jiang family, second only to the Patriarch, even if the current Patriarch of the Jiang family is inexplicably missing.

The owner of the house disappeared, so the Jiang family couldn't just leave it alone. They almost mobilized everyone in the town to look for it, even when it was dark, they asked people to continue searching with flashlights, but they couldn't find Jiang Wenhao.

"Jiang Wenhao——!" The man shouted at the top of his voice, and the people around him also shouted. His voice fell into the empty forest, and there was no response.

The man muttered in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "Could it be ghosts and gods making trouble?"

They have already found the outside from the inside of the town, but they still haven't been able to find anyone. The town has exploded, and every family is discussing this matter.

There is a low mountain outside the town, which surrounds the town. The low mountain is covered with green trees all the year round. It is good to have light during the day. At night, people shuttle through the black woods. The sound of birds and the shadow of the branches make people look a little bit Infiltrate.

It is perfectly normal for a man to have such a guess. After all, Jiang Wenhao's disappearance is really bizarre. The place where he disappeared was in the temple. The Jiang family guarded around the temple. The inside of the temple was clean and there was nothing there.

Jiang Wenhao seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

The person next to him glanced at Zhitao in front of him, coughed and said, "It's also possible that he ran away by himself, maybe he's hiding somewhere."

The man frowned and shook his head, "Jiang Wenhao's identity is completely different from before. After that night, he will be the head of the Jiang family. How could he run away suddenly."

The man thought about Zhitao and Jiang Wenhao again, and said in a muffled voice: "Besides, didn't he just marry a wife? How could he be willing to run away by himself."

So the man still insisted on his own statement, "Mostly it is the monsters in the mountains who deceive people, or ghosts looking for substitutes."

The people next to him didn't expect the man to be so stupid, so they couldn't help hissing, "Don't say that."

Although he thinks the same as this person, he still has to say something nice on the surface, after all, Zhitao is still looking for someone ahead, and they secretly say that her husband is dead, no matter what they say, it's a bit too much.

The man muttered a few words, then shouted his name again at the top of his voice.

Zhitao walked in the front with a flashlight, and the branches stretched and waved like ghost hands, arousing the panic in his heart, which almost drowned his whole body.

The light cut the black curtain, and what Zhitao saw were ordinary things, flowers and plants, stones, and dry branches, but this scene made him even more uneasy.

Where did Jiang Wenhao go?

This question has been circling in Zhitao's mind since yesterday. When he first arrived at the temple, he only saw Jiang Tong and others, and the open temple. The statues and red pads inside were normal, but Jiang Wen was not there. Hao's figure.

"Jiang Wenhao!" Zhitao shouted hoarsely.

From dawn to dusk, he only called this name for a whole day, almost breaking his throat, and his little face was as white as a ghost.

He squeezed the flashlight tightly and looked into the distance anxiously. When Sang Luo behind him heard his voice, he couldn't help walking forward, "Do you want some water?"

Zhitao squinted at him, and Sang Luo held up the water glass awkwardly. It was the simplest thermos. Judging from the traces on it, it should have been used for many years.

He didn't want to drink water from someone else's cup, and just shook his head indifferently when he heard the words, even though his throat was really sore, it hurt like a dry desert, and the roiling heat waves mixed with his blood.

Seeing his refusal, Sang Luo showed a distressed expression on his face, "You have been shouting for so long, drinking some water will make you feel better."

Zhitao frowned lightly, his eyes fell on the face of the man in front of him, he smiled suddenly, the scent spread from his throat to his tongue, waving in the air like flamboyant and ambiguous little hands.

He said softly, "Go away."