Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Jing Luo is 1.8 meters tall. He used to exercise every day when he was in school, and he often played basketball. Later, when he became a star, he paid more attention to these things, so he definitely does not look thin.

But compared with Song Yi, she still feels one size smaller.

But he lifted him up with ease.

He Yuan thought for a while and said, "Cheng Yu, or you can go with Jing Luo."

"No," Xu Chengyu refused, "he can move."

Jing Luo also didn't want to bother others, nodded and said: "I'll just go by myself."

After finishing speaking, he looked up, there were so many doors here, and he didn't know where Hei Wuchang would come from.

Just thinking about it, the door opened with a bang.

Since it was not filming, the program crew did not lock the door from the outside.As soon as the gate was opened, the hula-la-la-la cold wind poured in, mixed with the vast white snow.

The fire in the fireplace kept swinging with the gust of wind, but it didn't go out.

"Close the door quickly," He Yuan said, "We have a fireplace here, why did you come in through the door."

Hei Wuchang didn't expect He Yuan and Xu Chengyu to be here, he was slightly taken aback, then turned around and closed the door immediately.

"I'm sorry to trouble you," Jing Luo said, "Time is running out, let's hurry over."

Hei Wuchang didn't talk nonsense, and nodded to them as a greeting, then took out a black chain from the black robe, connected it to their wrists, turned around and wanted to open the door closest to her.

"Wait, change the door..." Before Jing Luo could finish speaking, the door handle that Hei Wuchang was holding on to twisted with a click, and the people inside came out.

Wu Qi frowned: "What are you doing?"

Her gaze passed through Hei Wuchang and landed on Jing Luo.

"Don't worry," Hei Wuchang's voice was calm and unwavering, "No one can see us except those who are dead or dying."

Jing Luo nodded: "Let's go."

Wu Qi: "Why are you leaving? By the way, I just have something to tell you."

"Let's talk about it later," Jing Luo dropped the sentence, "I have something urgent right now."

Before Wu Qi could react, she saw Jing Luo walking straight into her door.

But she didn't see them at the other end of the door, and the two of them seemed to have walked into another time and space for no reason.

This is not the first time I have walked this road, it is still the same as last time, it is pitch black and I can't see anything else.

"Master Jing, what's wrong with Master Song?" Hei Wuchang asked as he walked.

"He's dying."

Hei Wuchang nodded, quickened his pace, and then remembered something, and asked, "Why are you in that house?"

After she said this, Jing Luo remembered: "There are several ghosts in that house, and they seem to have been there for some years. The house is haunted by ghosts, haven't you heard the wind?"

"Master Jing, there are so many haunted places in the world, the two of us really can't take care of them. Nowadays, many people like to use ghosts as gimmicks, which has brought a lot of trouble to our work. Naturally, there are some omissions," Hei said. Wuchang frowned slightly, "But that house is really weird."

Jing Luo turned his head to look at the person on his shoulder, a little absent-minded, "What do you say?"

"We are different from you. We rely on the book of life and death. We will find anyone who is missing." Hei Wuchang paused, "We have heard about the house from Xingui before, but every time we go back, we find nothing."

Jing Luo nodded and urged: "Let's go faster, we'll talk about this later."

After finally entering the mahogany door, Hei Wuchang sent them all the way to the office building.

The female receptionist saw them and quickly stood up: "What's wrong with Master Song? What's the matter with Master Song?"

Hei Wuchang said: "Open the elevator, I made an appointment before I came."

But the front desk seemed to be unable to hear it, and said while bleeding and crying: "Master Song can't be bothered, it's all about you, he was handsome and suave before..."

"boom!"

There was a loud sound, and the table in front of the front desk trembled with the sound.

"Don't cry," the sound was made by Jing Luotian slapping the table, "start the elevator."

The female ghost was frightened: "...open, open."

"How many floors?"

"33..."

"Thank you." Jing Luo dropped this sentence, turned around and entered the elevator.

It took a long time for the female receptionist to react, and the blood and tears flowed even more urgently.

This, why is this ghost master so fierce?Last time it looked like it was easy to bully...

There is only one office on the 33rd floor.

Jing Luo strode in, and there was only one person sitting inside, who looked only in his early 40s, and was quite different from the unrecognizable staff he had seen in the underworld before. Seeing them, he slowly put down his pen.

"Appointment registration Soulshou inherits?"

Jing Luo put Song Yi on the bench beside him, didn't have the time to look at the person in front of him, and nodded hastily when he heard the word "Soul Shou", "Yes, please help us to deal with it."

"can."

After answering, the man bowed his head and searched in the drawer for a long time, waiting until Jing Luo became anxious, and he was too embarrassed to rush.

Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper.

"The couple who came to register this last time came decades ago, so the location is a bit off," the man said calmly, explaining, "Come on, let's sign it."

Jing Luo glanced hastily.

He actually saw Party A and Party B on it?

Sensing Jing Luo's surprise, the man smiled: "I gave the soul life to you. Only by signing this can the soul life be inherited by your ghost slaves. It means that I use soul life to hire you to catch ghosts." ok, is there a problem?"

Jing Luo shook his head: "No."

He neatly signed in the lower right corner.

As soon as Hei Wuchang got out of the elevator, he met the familiar ghost, and said goodbye after a few words.

She pushed open the door of the office and was taken aback for a moment.

"Lord Hades?"

Jing Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head suddenly.

The man in front of him smiled and nodded: "Xiao Hei, are you busy with work recently?"

"not very busy."

"That's good," Yan Wang withdrew his gaze and looked at Jing Luo, "Why is this expression so surprised?"

Jing Luo came to his senses and called out, "Lord Yan Wang."

Is this the first meeting between a new employee and his immediate boss?

Yan Wang smiled: "It seems that you are quite used to your identity."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly got up, "Since I have seen you, I will go back."

Jing Luo was startled slightly: "See me?"

"Well," Yan Wang picked up the notebook on the table, "After all, it's been a long time since there was a new ghost master. I thought there would only be He Yuan in the future."

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave, but Jing Luo couldn't hold back and called out to stop.

"That..." He frowned, "You mean, there are very few ghost masters?"

Yan Wang seemed to have heard some joke.

"Of course." When Yan Wang got up, the black beads in his eyes gradually spread, and finally the entire pupil turned black, and Jing Luo's figure was reflected on it, "Now the only ones registered in the underworld are you and He Yuan."

Jing Luo: "...why?"

"It seems that they didn't tell you," Yan Wang seemed very willing to answer questions, "Ghost masters are chosen by ghost slaves. To be clear, as long as ghost slaves don't pick you, you can't become a ghost master. Then Have you ever wondered how the ghost slave came here?"

Speaking of this, Hei Wuchang turned around and walked out the door very sensiblely, and even helped them close the door tightly.

Jing Luo tilted his head to look at Song Yi, who was still on the bench and showed no signs of waking up.

"Ghost slaves are transformed from fierce ghosts," Hades' voice was deep and abrupt in this empty room, "Ordinary ghosts are not good enough. To put it bluntly, they are the leaders of ghosts. In ancient times, people had a hard life. At that time, there were a lot of ghost leaders, but now it is different. People live and work in peace and contentment without being disturbed by wars. Even the number of ghosts is hundreds of times less, let alone such a rare species. They are powerful. , I have never caught one, of course, it is also a matter of my own ability."

Jing Luo's heart sank the more he listened.

"So the requirements to become a ghost master are - 1. You have to have some skills, and you can become a member of the underworld after death; 2. You have to bump into such a once-in-a-hundred-year ghost leader; 3. This thing has to be willing." Let me become your ghost slave. Tell me, how small is the probability of such a thing happening?"

After Yan Wang finished speaking, he seemed to be in a good mood.

Of course, he wanted to catch the two fierce ghosts for decades, but they were all taken in by the ghost master as ghost slaves. Why is he unhappy?

He can't wait to hold a vigorous celebration party in the underworld!

He raised his eyebrows, wanting to see Jing Luo's reaction - He Yuan knew that, the reaction was very interesting.

Jing Luo understood the joy on his face.

He had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he hid them all, because now he had more questions that he wanted to ask.

"I've already signed the contract, why hasn't Song Yi shown signs of waking up?"

Yan Wang was stunned: "...This is not effective immediately, just wait."

Jing Luo nodded.

Hades did not give up: "You don't have anything to ask?"

"No," Jing Luo got up and helped Song Yi up again, "I'm done, I'll go back first, thank you, goodbye."

**

Jing Luo walked back with Song Yi on his back, and asked Hei Wuchang beside him, "Do you know what kind of ghost can become the leader of a terrible ghost?"

"...the leader of the ghost?" Hei Wuchang asked, "You mean a ghost king like Mr. Song, right?"

Ghost King, this title sounds much better.

Jing Luo: "Yes."

"Actually, I don't know. I haven't been in office for long. Before you and Mr. He showed up, I never saw Mr. Song and Mr. Xu." Hei Wuchang pushed open the red wooden door, "Mr. He just called me several times. The phone is urging you, so hurry up and leave, I still have work, so I can only send you here."

Jing Luo nodded his thanks and walked away.

This Song Yi seemed to listen to him in everything, but in fact he didn't say anything to him.

Thinking about it, Jing Luo couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

I remember Song Yi said that there are many kinds of ghosts that can become ghosts.

So which one is Song Yi?

After thinking about it, I arrived at the gate.

He pushed it away with a creak, and the purpose of entering was the hall of the house.

"Why did you come in through the main entrance?" Seeing him coming back, He Yuan frowned, "Close the door quickly."

Jing Luo quickly closed the door, and after putting Song Yi on the sofa, he found that there were a lot of white papers spread out on the glass table, with all kinds of patterns on them.

Wu Qi clasped her arms around her waist and said, "You're finally back, I found out."

She picked out one of the papers and pointed to the character patterns on it.

"This character is an ancient spell, which is specially used to hide the evil spirits I raise," she said lightly, "I saw it on the kitchen floor that day, it is one of the corners, I just confirmed that the first floor of this house The entire ground of the site has been painted with these symbols."

The pattern is very complicated, Jing Luo only glanced at it hastily: "But aren't those ghosts all outside now?"

Wu Qi gave him a blank look.

"That was scared out of you."