Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

Chapter 133

Jiang Chi has now completely turned into a little mute who can't make a sound.

Shen Guanhe, the stinky Taoist, did not know what kind of tricks he used to rub his lips lightly. Jiang Chi felt his lips cool down and opened his mouth again, only to let out a cry of "ahhh", unable to say a word. Out.

What kind of rogue spell is this!

The little fox opened his eyes wide, screamed pitifully and cutely, and stretched out his trimmed and round fingers to try to scratch this unreasonable villain.

Shen Guanhe relied on himself to be a lot bigger than this stupid fox, and easily pulled him into his arms: "Don't move, be careful that your feet hurt again."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but as soon as he spoke, Jiang Chi suddenly felt the pain in his ankle start to prick his nerves again like dense needles.

The little fox, who was still alive and kicking, instantly languished, hanging limply in Shen Guanhe's arms as if he had lost his soul.

"Does it hurt again?"

Shen Guanhe has always been an indifferent temperament, except for subjugating demons and practicing Taoism, he is indifferent to all ordinary things in the world.It was rare to break the precept when he returned to Yun's house, and patiently squatted down to rub Jiang Chi's sore ankle.

The muted little fox whimpered, and the pain in his ankle finally subsided, so Shen Guanhe picked him up with one hand and walked out of the mourning hall.

Jiang Chi tried to walk on the ground by himself, but the stinky Taoist said lightly, "Don't force me to give you another body-holding technique."

Not only will I be unable to speak, but I will also be unable to move.

asshole!

The little fox gritted his teeth angrily, but he could only act obediently as a soft and beautiful pendant fluttering in the air in the wind.

However, since he was invited to the mourning hall, why did he leave again?

Shen Guanhe seems to have the ability to read minds, through the clear eyes of the little fox, he can see what he is thinking: "I just looked at it, there is nothing inside, even the coffin is very clean, there is no smell at all Leave."

It's only weird that it's clean.

Shen Guanhe had seen Yun Siqi's body before, Yun Siqi's death was strange, he was drained of blood from his whole body, and when he was discovered, his entire body was almost soaked in a pool of blood.

Even after someone was hired to clean the body, the smell of blood still lingered at the death scene for a long time, and even the coffin of the mortuary had a disgusting cold rusty smell.

But now the whole coffin is as brand new as if it was newly made, not to mention that the corpse is gone, not even a bit of bloody smell left.

The person who stole the corpse must have been very cunning, and deliberately concealed the whereabouts of the corpse.

"On the first day I came to Yun's house, I realized something was wrong. In the past, the feng shui arrangement of Dafu's house always advocated the accumulation of wealth and prosperity. No matter how bad it is, it would not take the initiative to commit evil spirits. But Yun's house is full of pagoda trees."

Sophora tree, wood ghost also.

It is a murderous tree that gathers yin and attracts ghosts. Ordinary people don't care about Feng Shui superstition, and they always have to avoid it.

However, the Yun family seemed to be deliberately against Feng Shui, violating all the taboos that can be committed in residential Feng Shui.

As soon as the two stepped on the bluestone road in front of the mourning hall, they keenly felt that the surroundings had changed.

The cold and damp mist gathered slowly and strangely from all around, and the shadows of the trees soaked in the cool mist became more and more distorted like horror ghosts, staring at the humans who dared to break into the ghosts with their gloomy eyes.

Jiang Chi was extremely sensitive to this damp smell, and couldn't help shivering.

Sensing Jiang Chi's strange behavior, Shen Guanhe finally let go of Jiang Chi's grip.

He is obviously a man, how could he have such a thin waist.

People who cultivate the Tao talk about being pure in heart and few desires.

But Shen Guanhe couldn't help thinking about right and wrong in his mind that would damage his heart.

Trembling, Jiang Chi took the initiative to hug Shen Guanhe's arm.

A gust of cool wind suddenly rushed past the two of them, and in the thick fog, sharp, ghostly laughter that seemed human but not human suddenly sounded.

Jiang Chi was taken aback, and couldn't help but protrude two pointed, snow-white, fluffy fox ears from the top of his hair.

Because of fear, he even bent slightly, showing that the thin powder under the long white fur is more obvious.

"Your ears are popping out."

Jiang Chi didn't hear clearly, a skinny black human hand emerged from the ground and grabbed Jiang Chi's ankle unexpectedly. The little fox screamed in fright and tears came out, and immediately threw Shen Guanhe's reminder away. to the back of the head.

To Shen Guanhe, this kind of small trick was nothing more than a trivial matter, with a wave of the whisk, the ghost hand shrank back with a scream as if it had been scalded.

Strange to say, the fox demon has firmly occupied a place in supernatural stories since ancient times, but this fox is timid and stupid, not to mention scary, he was deceived by humans first, looking very pitiful.

"How dare you find the cause of Yun Siqi's death with such little courage?"

Shen Guanhe laughed at him, but at this time it was obvious that Shen Guanhe had thick thighs, and if he wanted to leave safely, he had to hug the big guy's thighs tightly.

Jiang Chi hugged Shen Guanhe's arm aggrievedly, wishing he could hide him behind Shen Guanhe.

Daoist Shen closed his eyes slightly, let out a long sigh helplessly, moved Fuchen to his arms and changed his position, then stretched out a clean and slender hand with distinct knuckles, and clasped fingers with Jiang Chi.

Jiang Chi's hand was like a human being, a circle smaller than his, with an ambiguous temperature, as if holding a piece of top-grade soft and warm jade.

"That way I won't be afraid."

The man's voice was slightly warm after melting icebergs, but his eyes slightly moved away from the young man's fox ears bent against the wind.

Although he knew Jiang Chi was a man, his pink attire really made people blush and heartbeat.

Jiang Chi was so unconscious that he took Shen Guanhe's hand, and after a while his mind settled down, he followed Shen Guanhe to study the ghost that had stepped in unintentionally.

The huge cloud house was almost covered by the dense fog that came from nowhere. The pavilions and pavilions were hidden in the fog, and only a few dim lights could be seen floating in mid-air like will-o’-the-wisps.

With the faint moonlight, one can vaguely see that the fog is still glowing with a pale blue color.

Jiang Chi and Shen Guanhe frowned at the same time.

An extremely faint smell of blood floated in mid-air, and even the mist was mixed with a strange color of blood.

The bustling and sharp laughter came from all directions, and after the moonlight lit up, people of various shapes appeared crowded together behind the thick fog.

They opened their dull eyes together and screamed maliciously at the two of them.

"Don't be afraid." Shen Guanhe squeezed Jiang Chi's hand calmly, "I can protect you well."

Jiang Chi pursed his lips, his silence technique had not been removed, so he could only touch Shen Guanhe's arm with his cold forehead to show that he heard it.

Shen Guanhe originally wanted to remind him to put his ears back.

Thinking that he was still in another world of ghosts and myths anyway, he also silenced it, and it would not be too late to remind him when it was over.

What's more, it's also... quite cute.