Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Before Jing Luo had time to say anything, Song Yi walked out with someone in his arms.

"Where did you come from?"

The boy narrowed his eyes, and suddenly took out a round iron block from his pocket, and pressed it on Song Yi's hand.

Song Yi frowned, let go of his hand suddenly, the boy escaped easily, and ran to Jing Luo's side again.

Jing Luo didn't come back to his senses, looked carefully, and found that the back of Song Yi's hand was red, and the flesh was turned up, which was in the shape of that iron block.

"What have you done?"

"Don't worry, it's just a self-defense talisman my father gave me—it's specially designed to defend against Song Yi." The boy smiled and said, "My name is Fu Ming."

Jing Luo: "You..."

"boom--"

Fu Ming suddenly seemed to be pushed against by something, and hit the wall next to him heavily.

Song Yi withdrew his hand and looked at him indifferently: "What's the use of holding my hand?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Ming flew to the other side and bumped into the wardrobe.

He blushed and said, "Why are you so fierce?"

Jing Luo hurriedly stopped him: "Forget about Song Yi, he is just a child."

Song Yi: "He is older than both of us combined."

Jing Luo: "..."

"I'm not that old either!" Fu Ming blushed, and even tried to argue with some strength.

In fact, although he looked sad, he didn't feel any discomfort when he spoke, "Let go of me, do you still want to investigate the matter of Fengshui Street?"

Song Yi let go of his hand, and Fuming finally fell back to the ground steadily.

Jing Luo picked up Song Yi's hand and looked at it for a few times. The palm that was injured by Grandma was still red and swollen, and now there was another sunken scar on the back of the hand.

He frowned and said: "Is your hand guilty of Tai Sui today? Why do you always get hurt?"

"It's okay, and it doesn't hurt," Song Yi said, and glanced coldly at the people on the ground, "Say it, and get out of here."

"You can say it," Fu Ming said with a smile, "but I have no place to live in the world, so you have to take me in for a few days."

"Go back to your hometown in the underworld."

"It's troublesome to come and go. My father still keeps talking about me when I go back. I'm going to live here anyway. Besides, this is not your home. It doesn't count if you say it," Fuming said pitifully. Looking at Jing Luo, "Little Luo, is it okay? I don't have the money to live in a hotel. If you don't take me in, I can only sleep on the street."

Jing Luo said: "But we don't have a place for you to sleep here."

Fu Ming laughed even more happily: "It's okay, I don't choose, it's fine to share a room with you."

Song Yi snorted coldly: "You think it's beautiful."

Jing Luo: "And I really don't have any extra space in my room."

"Why? It's so big." After Fu Ming finished speaking, his eyes widened suddenly, "Song Yi will sleep with you too, right?"

Jing Luo nodded: "There is something wrong with his room and it hasn't been repaired yet, so... otherwise, you can go to the hotel and I'll open a room for you."

"It's not necessary," Fu Ming originally wanted to say that the room is so big that the three of them can still sleep when squeezed together, but Song Yi's face was too smelly, so he had to shift, "Then I'll sleep in the living room, okay? I'm not Pick one, just give me a quilt, and I’ll just sleep on that little sofa.”

Jing Luo also thought about letting Song Yi sleep on the sofa before, but although their sofa is long, it is really not wide, and Song Yi would have to fall if he turned over to sleep on it.

But the person in front of him was petite, he looked like a minor, more precisely, he looked like an immature child, and he could indeed sleep on the sofa.

Song Yi: "Sleep on your street."

Fu Ming ignored him: "Xiao Luo, I brought a lot of information about Feng Shui Street."

Jing Luo thought for a while: "...All right."

Song Yi frowned slightly, and looked at him puzzled.

He explained: "It's more convenient for him to live here. Otherwise, if we want to know something, we have to go to the hotel to find him...Anyway, he will leave after he settles it. He won't bother you too much."

Song Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm not afraid of disturbing you."

Jing Luo looked at him suspiciously, but Song Yi kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything else.

He entered the room and brought Fu Ming a quilt.

Fortunately, he is afraid of the cold, and he also likes to be clean. There are more beddings in the house, otherwise it is really not enough.

When he came out, Song Yi was sitting on the small sofa on the left, holding a book he hadn't read for a long time in his hand.

Jing Luo put the quilt on the sofa and asked, "How do you know we are checking Fengshui Street?"

"Bai Wuchang took in a male ghost that day, and I happened to bump into it. Bai Wuchang said that you caught it in Fengshui Street." Things will come to you."

Jing Luo asked uncertainly: "... We just met once, right?"

"That's right, I didn't say that, I met you unilaterally."

Then why are you so close to him?

Fu Ming lay down on the sofa and said with a smile, "Although I have only seen you once, I have heard you several times."

Jing Luo: "What?"

"Your grandpa always talks about you in front of me," Fu Ming said, "I've listened to it for a long time, and my ears are callused."

Jing Luo was startled, and it took him a long time to realize: "My grandfather... didn't go to reincarnation?"

"No, he's the manager of the reincarnation department now, and he's amazing." Fuming winked and said, "Do you want to see him? I'll take you to find him after the Fengshui Street matter is resolved this time."

Jing Luo was slightly distracted: "Okay."

There was the sound of a book being closed nearby.

Song Yi threw the book on the glass cabinet, crossed his legs and asked, "What's going on in Fengshui Street?"

Only then did Jing Luo think about the business, and stared at him, waiting for him to say something.

Fu Ming yawned, closed his eyes, and said, "Actually, there is not much information about Fengshui Street in the underworld, it is like a black area, because it was so well protected by those sorceresses before, my father thought that there was nothing wrong with that land. Big problem."

Jing Luo: "Cover?"

"Well, you should also know that the effect of their formation is not long, but once the formation fails, someone will fill it up one after another. In this way, the underworld will not be able to detect the changes in Fengshui Street in time, and fight with them." What's the difference in cover?"

"Then now that the underworld knows, it can be solved?"

Fu Ming shook his head: "If it's really that simple, there's no need to specially send me up."

Song Yi threw the book over and said, "Don't be tricky."

Fu Ming took the book easily, and said: "I checked a while ago, and found that the street is getting more and more cloudy."

"Your grandfather left a store of things on the street before his death. If there is a change in Yin Qi, it should be getting weaker and weaker. I don't know which link is wrong."

Jing Luo hurriedly said: "So the things left by the old man are for town? I just brought those things back..."

"It's been useless for a long time," Fu Ming said, "Looking at the current situation, those things he left behind won't affect the street at all, and it's a waste to leave them...Xiao Luo, turn on the TV for me."

Jing Luo: "Aren't you going to Fengshui Street to have a look?"

"What's the rush? I've already been there before I came here. I managed to come up and enjoy it. Besides, isn't there a sorceress who volunteered to go to the town? Let her wait for the time, I'll play I'll go back in the next two weeks... hey hey, little Luo..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was picked up again.

This time it was not Song Yi who was carrying him, but Jing Luo.

Jing Luo brought him to the dining table, and lightly touched the table: "Take out all the information about Fengshui Street."

Song Yi also sat next to him at some point, his expression much more relaxed than before.

"...No," Fu Ming temporarily changed his mouth, "No information!"

2 minute later.

Fuming cried and mourned, rubbed his face swollen by Song Yi, and obediently handed over the information.

A profile is really a document.

There is a line written on the cover.

【List of Missing Souls】

He opened it and saw that there were only five names on it, all of them were women, and they were of different ages.

"These are all the sorceresses who suppressed Fengshui Street," Fu Ming said, "After they are suppressed, there is not even a soul left."