Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Chengyu reacted very quickly and ran up first.

As soon as Grandma got up, Xu Chengyu hugged her back.

"Let go, cough cough cough, let me go!" Grandma was startled, and kept patting Xu Chengyu's forehead with her hands, "Evil! Let go, let go!"

Xu Chengyu's complexion looked very bad, Jing Luo hurriedly stepped forward and took Grandma next.

Grandma: "Little Luo, what are you doing!"

"Grandma, why do you..." Jing Luo wanted to say a few words, but he was afraid that his tone would be harsh, so he turned his lips, "Don't you have a pot of gold?"

"You have the nerve to say it! Little Luo, when did you learn to do these sneaky tricks?" Grandma was heartbroken, "If your grandfather is still here, he must be very disappointed in you!"

Jing Luo said: "If grandpa is here, he won't let you die in vain."

Grandma was stopped, knowing that she was physically weaker than the people in front of her, so she simply leaned on the stone tablet and continued to get angry.

"What's going on in this street, don't you know?"

Standing in front of the stele, Jing Luo stretched his hand in, but it didn't stir up waves like Grandma, half of his hand seemed to disappear out of thin air: "Yes, we are thinking of a way."

"Think of a way? If there is really a good way, will it be delayed until now?"

"Let's not talk about this first," Jing Luo frowned, "We have already taken the pot of gold, so why can you offer a sacrifice?"

Grandma asked in a muffled voice: "The Nisun told you about the golden pot, right? It's really stupid. You need a golden pot for sacrifices, and the blood is spilled to strengthen the seal. The technique can only last for a few years at most. But now that it is imminent, there is no other way but to suppress it for the time being."

Jing Luo couldn't help but said, "Wu Qi is actually helping to exorcise ghosts. The crew I was in had looked for her before..."

"That's doing things with money! Can it be the same?" Grandma said angrily, "It's called business, and it doesn't count as merit. After all, it's all for herself."

Hearing this, Jing Luo seemed to understand a little bit, why he couldn't see anger in Wu Qi, was it because of the nature of helping people spend money to eliminate disasters?

"Who is not for yourself now?" He Yuan suddenly said, "Why are you so angry, but you can live to this age?"

"It doesn't matter how long you live, it's fate." Grandma said, "I'm just lucky to meet his grandfather Jing Luo."

Jing Luo was startled when he heard this.

Is his grandpa so... the old lady in the house, and his grandma, do they still have something to do with grandma now?

Grandma suddenly reached out and knocked him on the head: "What are you thinking? Your grandfather just looked at me pitifully and spent some of my spiritual power so that my lifespan would not drop too quickly, and the world would be stable without so many evil spirits. There is no way to use any spells that harm oneself."

He Yuan said coolly: "Aren't you planning to risk your own life this time?"

"The situation is critical now. If you hadn't stolen my pot, why would there be so many things?" Grandma frowned, "Besides, I have enough life."

Jing Luo stepped forward and wiped off the formation with his palm.

When rubbing, he could still feel a faint burning sensation on his skin.

Grandma: "Don't... oh! What are you doing!"

Jing Luo firmly said: "Grandma, you should give up this idea, I won't let you sacrifice."

In the stalemate, the door closest to the street suddenly opened.

Song Yishi stepped out, followed by two unfamiliar men.

The moment they just came out, Grandma suddenly closed her eyes and collapsed, fainted, Jing Luo was so frightened that he hurriedly supported her.

"Don't worry, it's okay, she's just temporarily lethargic," one of the men laughed, "to prevent ordinary people from seeing us and affecting the order of the two worlds, so we took some measures."

Song Yi walked to his side: "They were sent by the underworld to investigate the situation."

"Yan Wang did send two colleagues up before, but they have lost contact with the underworld," the man said seriously, "so we feel that the danger here is far beyond our expectations, the adults should go back first, we It will be handled well."

Jing Luo nodded, and just about to say something, he heard He Yuan asked next to him: "What if you can't solve it?"

The two men were not angry after hearing this: "The underworld will send more people."

He Yuan raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, waved his hands and was ready to leave.

Song Yi squatted down: "Xiao Luo, I'll carry her on my back."

The five of them left Fengshui Street just like that, Jing Luo couldn't let it go, he supported the grandmother on Song Yi's back, and asked, "Do you think this matter can be resolved?"

He Yuan didn't even think about it: "I can't."

"Then we're leaving?"

"Otherwise, what can we do? We can't manage the affairs of the underworld. When something happens, they will naturally come to the door."

Jing Luo doesn't sound like this.

They didn't send Grandma home, but to Wuqina.

Wu Qi was stunned for a while before realizing it.

She first stepped forward to check Grandma's breath, then took a step back, frowned and said, "What are you sending her here for?"

"She fell asleep, I'm afraid it's not convenient for her to live alone." Jing Luo said.

"...What happened to her?"

Jing Luo told the matter from the beginning to the end.

Wu Qi's expression became darker and darker, and at the end, he said angrily, "Why are you stopping her? Let her go."

Jing Luo acted as if she hadn't heard of it: "So I brought her to you, first, I want you to take care of her, and second, I want you to watch her, so don't let grandma run around during this time."

Wu Qi muttered for a long time, but in the end she left Grandma behind with a sulky face.

"If she wakes up and wants to leave desperately, what should I do?"

Jing Luo smiled: "She is your grandmother, you can definitely stop her."

After setting up grandma, the two returned home.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Yi went straight to his room.

Jing Luo took the first step to grab his skirt: "Your room is such a mess, how did you sleep yesterday?"

Song Yi said: "You don't have to worry."

"Come to sleep in my room."

Song Yi raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"...the mattress has been specially bought, so there is no need to sleep in this room anymore," Jing Luo paused, "If you want to sleep, after the new year, I'll send someone to come and fix it."

"Xiao Luo." Song Yi smiled, "It's afternoon now."

Jing Luo: "Huh?"

"It's not time to go to bed yet, I just want to go in and pick up the book I left behind yesterday."

Jing Luo's ears were burning: "...I know, I just told you in advance."

Song Yi was silent for a while, then said, "I'm afraid I'll be too clingy to you."

"No," Jing Luo blurted out, "I'm used to it."

Song Yi lowered his eyes and nodded when he heard the word habit, "I see."

It's that expression again.

Jing Luo subconsciously asked, "What did you see in the riddle?"

Song Yi paused: "What?"

This time Jing Luo didn't ask any more questions, he stated: "You saw me in the riddle."

"Did it trouble you?" Song Yi did not deny it.

Jing Luo was not sure: "...Song Yi, do you like me?"

Song Yi finally met his gaze.

He said in a deep voice, "Did I behave badly? You only know now."

Unexpectedly, the other party was so straightforward, Jing Luo pursed his lips, curled his fingers, and put them unnaturally on his mouth: "It's not too bad, it's because I'm too slow to react, because... I don't have this kind of experience."

"I know," Song Yi smiled suddenly, "This is one of the reasons why I like you."

When Jing Luo was in college, there was a class activity in the class, and everyone had to go. After the dismissal, the boys were responsible for sending the girls home.

Jing Luo was assigned to the prettiest girl in the class. She was renting a house outside, and after sending it downstairs, the girl timidly asked him if he wanted to go up and sit down.

He remembered that Jing Luo shook his head and said seriously: "I won't trouble you."

The girl thought she was rejected, so she blushed and ran away, but Jing Luo was still behind and asked others to run slower and not to fall.

It was also winter at that time, after the girl went in, Jing Luo let out a breath of air-conditioning, turned around and walked home by himself.Song Yi was by his side at that time, accompanying him all the way to the street.

He thought at the time that it would be nice to be with this person all the time.

"I also saw you in the mystery."

These words came unexpectedly, Song Yi's smile faded away, and the light in his eyes finally changed.

"Xiao Luo, I didn't hear clearly, what did you say?"

"I saw you in the riddle, just the two of us," Jing Luo repeated, not daring to look directly at him, and finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask, "You entered the riddle voluntarily, why? Aren't we always together..."

Song Yi's eyes became brighter and brighter, before he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly.

Unlike the previous hug in the shop, Song Yi hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to rub him into her body.

"what happened?"

Song Yi asked: "Have you ever thought about letting Fu Ming be your ghost slave?"

Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment: "No, how is it possible."

"But you let him kiss you." Song Yi's words were actually slightly aggrieved.

"...I didn't let him kiss me. I was attacked by surprise. He moved too fast, and I didn't expect him to do this." Jing Luo was a little incoherent by Song Yi's tone.

Song Yi didn't speak, but buried his head in Jing Luo's neck.

Jing Luo hesitated for a while, raised his hand to cover his shoulder, and pacified him twice as if to comfort him.

He was about to speak when he heard Song Yi say.

"I've never kissed you before, so why should he take the lead?"

Song Yi is like his most beloved candy at this moment. It has been stored for many years and was eaten by others. It is so pitiful.

Jing Luo was startled slightly, and asked off-line: "...then what should I do?"

Song Yi stood up straight, put one hand on the back of Jing Luo's neck, and said with burning eyes, "Make it up to me."

"How to make up..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yi lowered his head and covered his lips involuntarily.