Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 110 Three Magical Ways to Improve Your Grades (3)

Blue Sparrow listened to two consecutive notices and made a friendly gesture towards the task machine covered with a black cover with an expressionless face.

How could the heroine die when she has the enhancement of wild aura?

It’s not Sister Yue. If she doesn’t follow the substitute plot properly, the heroines of the two worlds will die because of her.

It glanced at the screen.

Sister Yue is fooling Meng Po again.

This time it is not Andersen's fairy tales, but Aesop's fables.

Sister Yue has such a good memory?

There was nothing Song Yuesheng was looking for in the Memory Building.

From the beginning of the world to the previous life, the original owner had no intersection with the strange orange cat.

But the orange cat had no file, so she couldn’t verify it double-sidedly.

Jiang Yuchuan is different.

She verified from both sides that the original owner had zero intersection with him.

Could it be that, like in those novels, he was someone she knew in real life?

People with Jiang Yuchuan's personality were assigned to the White Tiger Group by her. They showed their belly to her and their claws to outsiders.

But there are only two White Tigers, Kui and Bi.

One is still in school, and the other is the culprit who caused her to be bound to the Sparrow Spirit.

If he wasn't the main force that ruined her crew, she wouldn't have to go to the Northwest to film.

It was already late at night when he came back. Song Yuesheng sat on the bench and looked at the 15th floor and sighed.

If Jiang Yuchuan was one of them, she would really get goosebumps.

Suddenly, a black light flew towards Song Yuesheng.

She quickly dodged to the side.

"Are you the ghost hunter named Wu Sheng?"

The man was wearing a gorgeous white suit, his hair tied up like an actor in period costume, and he held a sharp sword in his hand.

He has a tall and straight figure and looks handsome and elegant.

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

She thought that all the evil spirits in Area H9 were gone, but she didn't expect there was still a thousand-year-old ghost.

The Millennium Ghost sniffed twice, pointed his sword at Song Yuesheng, and said with certainty: "No, you are a ghost. We are both ghosts, why do you want to kill your own kind!"

Song Yuesheng didn't intend to waste time talking to him. He summoned the Netherworld Sword and slashed at him directly.

The Millennium Ghost reacted quickly, holding the sword to block.

The two are equally strong.

interesting.

A two-month-old kid could fight with him for that long.

"I won't play with you anymore."

The Millennium Ghost gathered his ghost power into the sword, muttered a few words, and swung it towards Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng hurriedly turned his sword into an umbrella for protection, and then released his ghost energy.

The evil ghost that the orange cat was talking about should be him.

She couldn't win, nor did she use her ghost form to control life and death.

The black sword energy attacked, and the Netherworld Umbrella was not hurt, but she vomited white blood first.

Now we really have to leave it to fate.

At this moment, a red flame mark flew out from Song Yuesheng's forehead, and smashed to the side with the sword energy.

"Flame Seal? You are a ghost messenger!" The thousand-year-old ghost stared at Song Yuesheng. After a moment, he curled his lips and smiled, gathering his strength again, "Since you are a ghost messenger, I can't let you go."

He had finally escaped from hell and would never be caught again!

As long as we kill this little devil, no one will know he is here.

Suddenly, a large amount of talismans floated around the Millennium Ghost, trapping him.

A strong hand pulled Song Yuesheng to run quickly: "Hurry up, my formation can't hold you for too long!"

Song Yuesheng was stunned for a while, holding up the Netherworld Umbrella to cover the two of them, and moved to Yinghui Park in the western suburbs.

She put down the Netherworld Umbrella, pulled her hands off her clothes, and then put them down: "He Juan, although this place is far from the city, you can still get a taxi. Thank you for saving me, but you are no match for that thousand-year-old ghost."

"You...you are a ghost messenger?"

"correct."

Song Yuesheng held up the umbrella again and looked at him with a smile, "So after you die, I will lead you to the underworld. The sins you committed in life must also be repaid after death. Goodbye!"

"Wait, Song Yuesheng..."

He Juan didn't stop her, and she disappeared without a trace like a gust of wind.

He couldn't beat her, and she was no match for him either.

He didn't stop her before and let her die once. As a ghost messenger, if she dies again, can she be resurrected?

He Juan clenched his fists and dialed Murong Lou's number.

The Murong family catches ghosts and raises ghosts.

Apart from Murong Lou, he really didn't know who to ask for help.

Not connected.

He simply gave up.

Murong Lou was the direct murderer, there was no way he could save her.

He Juan walked and waited for an empty taxi on the road.

He owed her a life twelve years ago. Now that he has paid it back, she probably won't think about it all the time.

At the same time, in the western suburbs villa.

Qianyan lowered her head, deliberately ignoring the gaze from the opposite side, and sat on the sofa very awkwardly.

After seeing Murong Lou burning paper at noon, he let her walk around as if nothing had happened.

She really wanted to ask Murong Lou what happened in the room at noon, but she was afraid that he would use the same methods he used to deal with other ghosts on her.

Murong Lou was really good to her, but once his bottom line was crossed, the way he looked at her was no different from the way he looked at the ghosts he created.

One time, at a party right after he took her body, she toasted him, but he threw her to the ground.

Once when I bought an oil painting, he said it was tacky.

Another time, he was given a hand-knitted scarf, but he said he hated scarves and directly asked Du You to accept it.

Red wine, oil paintings, scarves, Qianyan really couldn't figure out what his bottom line was.

Murong Lou looked at the phone that was gradually hung up by the other party and smiled.

He Juan wanted to find Qianyan, but he no longer had anything worth wanting.

Besides, he couldn't let anyone else take Qianyan away.

He threw his phone aside, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Yan Yan, what do you want to see me about?"

Qianyan raised her eyes: "Wu Sheng came to visit my house, and she gave my parents bracelets to protect them from ghosts. I was injured and can't go back. Murong..."

"Except for the room for noon, you can stay in any room for any time."

Murong Lou glanced at the time on his watch.

Wu Sheng should be killed soon.

the other side.

The thousand-year-old ghost broke free from the talisman paper formation and saw only Song Yuesheng. He laughed arrogantly: "It's good to have self-knowledge. Don't worry, when your soul flies away, I will definitely use your weapon to deal with other ghost officials."

The little devil has weak magic power, but his weapons are of extremely high quality.

"You can try."

Use the umbrella to transform into a sword and attack first.

The ghost was instigated to deal with her, but killed her after knowing that she was a ghost messenger.

She couldn't hide.

"Sparrow Spirit, I'm probably really going to die this time. I'm sorry for not following the original plot, and... it's nice to meet you."

The blue sparrow opened its mouth.

what the hell.

What's the use of apologizing now?

It doesn't feel happy to know Sister Yue.

Wing wiped his eyes, lay on the cloud, and looked at the spear standing not far away.

Not happy at all.

"Impossible."

The Millennium Ghost swung his sword and directly knocked Song Yuesheng away.

In the smoke and dust, Song Yuesheng coughed a few times while holding an umbrella.

Fortunately, there is the Netherworld Umbrella.

"Heh. You won't be so lucky next time!"

The Millennium Ghost put away his sword and gathered black energy in his hands. The black energy ball between his hands grew bigger and bigger.

"puff--"

The thousand-year-old ghost's chest was pierced by a sword, and he let out a shrill scream.

When Song Yuesheng heard the sound and was about to look up, a dark shadow pounced towards her from the side, hugged her and rolled on the ground for a few times, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, Shengsheng. If I die, you won't die."