Feng Shui Master of Fast Travel

I don't know if it was Qiao Guanglan's illusion. He felt that the other party was looking for praise when he said this, as if the whole bear was shining with colorful lights.

Qiao Guanglan picked him up, patted his head, and praised him, "Thank you, you're really capable."

Like a real little bear, Xie Zhuo brazenly rubbed against Qiao Guanglan's hand.

After returning home, Qiao Guanglan put Xie Zhuo and the photo album on the coffee table, looked at the photo album carefully, and saw the dark red mark in the middle at a glance: "It was sealed with blood wax, no wonder you brought it back , There are many resentful spirits in this photo album, what is the origin of it?"

After he asked, he wanted to touch it with his paws, but before he touched the album, a slender hand directly blocked the cover. His paws pressed against the back of the other's hand. Xie Zhuo looked up in surprise. Looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile, he performed a shielding technique to block the contract ghost from the room.

Xie Zhuo said: "You..."

"Tell me first." Qiao Guanglan rushed to say, "Do you really not know where your body is?"

Xie Zhuo looked at him for a while, then sighed helplessly, and patted the back of Qiao Guanglan's hand: "If you think I know, there is no reason for me not to go back and stay in this bear."

Qiao Guanglan scrutinized him, raised half of his eyebrows slightly, the light reflected on his face, it was terribly beautiful.

Xie Zhuo: "..."

Well, if he couldn't stay by his side after returning to his body, then he really didn't want to go back, and he couldn't even convince himself of this reason.

He said: "I know that my unknown origin makes you wary, but what are you suspecting of me, can you tell me?"

Qiao Guanglan thought, Emma, ​​that's too much.

A word of "yuan" can make people's imagination infinite. At first, he thought that since his mission in this world is to find revenge for the murderer, is it true that Xie Zhuo is the murderer, and killing him is enough?

But after contacting and testing several times, Qiao Guanglan didn't feel like it.

He couldn't help but sighed: "You said you, now that your soul is out, you don't remember the past, and it's not many gods to be so miserable. Dude, do you think someone saw you as handsome and fell in love with you?" your body?"

"Maybe." Xie Zhuo took a deep look at him, "But that's not something I'll give to anyone, my body is very precious."

"Well, you should say that you can't give it to anyone if you fall in love with it."

Qiao Guanglan knocked on the table: "Don't you have any sense at all?"

His fingers were fair and slender, and the movement of knocking on the table was pleasing to the eye. Xie Zhuo couldn't help but take another look, his face changed suddenly, and he pressed Qiao Guanglan's hand: "What's wrong with your wrist?"

Qiao Guanglan glanced at him unexpectedly, as if he didn't understand what he was excited about, turned his hand over, and the fingerprints on his wrist were completely displayed in front of the eyes of the two of them.

Cyan, blood red, and fair skin, these three colors formed a very strong visual impact, which made people feel horrible.

"Ghost catcher?"

Xie Zhuo felt his heart twitch, he touched the fingerprint carefully: "Does it hurt?"

The other party's reaction was so abnormal that Qiao Guanglan couldn't help but choked him: "You already know what it is, how can you not know if it hurts? I didn't feel it at first, but now you touch me very itchy."

Xie Zhuo said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Qiao Guanglan withdrew his hand in a daze: "I'll be full if I'm full..."

He didn't take his hand back, but was held down by a great force.

Qiao Guanglan was stunned, and looked at Xie Zhuo who was standing on his hand: "You are..." His hair turned red.

Xie Zhuo looked at him seriously, and said word by word: "Who made your hands like this?"

Qiao Guanglan looked at him.

This was originally a very conflicting picture.

Qiao Guanglan is a person who is soft but not hard, and has never been afraid of people coming to him. He was a little impatient at first, but looking at it this way, Xie Zhuo's fluffy chubby legs stepped on the back of his hand, and his small chest was sticking out. The bear's face was half turned up, mung bean-sized eyes were full of seriousness, but it seemed to be a bit manly.

He couldn't help it, he laughed like hell.

Xie Zhuo: "..." grief and indignation.

Qiao Guanglan smiled and said, "I voluntarily made a contract with a ghost."

He burst into tears and laughed, there was a tissue on the corner of the table, he didn't need it, he wiped it casually with the back of his hand, and briefly explained the matter to Xie Zhuo, from his brother's death to stealing the photo album before.Anyway, with the shielding technique, no one else, whether human or ghost, could hear Qiao Guanglan's words.

Xie Zhuo said, "Can I take your words as a sign of your initial trust in me?"

Qiao Guanglan said: "Yes. We are also unlucky people in Tianya, I hope we can make friends and work together."

"Make friends?" Xie Zhuo smiled, "I thought we were friends from the first time we met."

Qiao Guanglan smiled indifferently, it doesn't matter whether he is right or not, because he will leave soon.

Xie Zhuo looked at him, the other side's eyes were a little red, and the eyelashes were still stained with a few tears from laughing just now. Thinking of the mark on Qiao Guanglan's wrist, the grief and anger in his heart disappeared, leaving only softness and distress. With the back of his hand up and down, Qiao Guanglan ran to the tea table to draw a tissue twice, dragged him back to Qiao Guanglan's side, and stood on tiptoe to wipe his eyes.

The paper towel gently rubbed his face, a little itchy, Qiao Guanglan dodged subconsciously, Xie Zhuo had already moved away: "Don't worry, I will definitely find it, I won't let you have any trouble."

Qiao Guanglan didn't think about it, and tapped lightly on the coffee table, "Then let's take a look at what's in the photo album first, I'm also curious why there are so many grievances."

He turned off all the lights in the room, put the photo album flat on the coffee table in front of him, found two candles, placed one on the left and one right on both sides of the photo album, and lit them.

Even though the doors and windows were closed and there was no breeze in the air, but when the candle was lit, the flames floated sideways, and the flames on the left and right sides floated in opposite directions.

In the dark room of this scene, it looks very strange. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will be scared to pee on the spot.

But everyone present was very calm, Qiao Guanglan snapped his fingers, and Xie Zhuo dragged out a string of paper money from under the table in a well-trained manner and handed it to him.

Qiao Guanglan's casual expression faded away, he bowed to the photo album three times, unhurriedly burned the paper money on the candle, straightened his waist and said solemnly: "Qiao Guanglan, a disciple of Yixingmen, pays respects, Now I know that you all had grievances before you were alive, but your souls cannot come out. It is natural to have grievances. It is not appropriate to tell them. However, the world is full of troubles, and the truth is difficult to understand. Therefore, I dare to disturb the heroes. If you are willing to tell me, It's better than having this endless regret."

When Qiao Guanglan said this, he used very polite words. It was not because he was afraid of these wraiths in his heart, but because he felt that their deaths were miserable, so he gave a few words of relief. Unfortunately, his attitude was rare, but the other party did not appreciate it. Qiao Guanglan just finished speaking. The candles on both sides go out at the same time.

Qiao Guanglan narrowed his eyes dangerously, staring at the photo album without speaking.

In the darkness and silence, Xie Zhuo's calm voice suddenly came out: "The candles are no longer the two candles just now."

Qiao Guanglan's eyes fell on the candles, and found that the two candles were slowly rising together, and then fell over by themselves out of thin air.

The fire light rekindled faintly, reflecting everything in the room was gloomy, the fire light was green, burning quietly on the candle hanging upside down.

A sneer slowly formed on Qiao Guanglan's lips, and he hugged her in a leisurely posture without any sense of crisis.

He said: "It seems that you are not willing to cooperate with me?"

What answered him was the black air "hissing" from the candle, drifting slowly towards Qiao Guanglan's direction.

At this time, the dancing flame at the top of the candle has turned into a will-o'-the-wisp.

Before Qiao Guanglan took any action, Xie Zhuo suddenly waved his hand, and the black air seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and stopped in front of the two of them, but failed to come over after several attempts.

Qiao Guanglan glanced at Xie Zhuo in surprise, thinking that his spiritual power recovered really quickly in such a short period of time.

Just when he was slightly distracted, the green light on the candle suddenly rose sharply.

Qiao Guanglan frowned suddenly, raised his hand and slapped it on the coffee table with a "slap", shaking the photo album up. He was holding a long white talisman in his hand, but after this slap, it was stuck between two candles.

Qiao Guanglan yelled: "Since you don't eat or drink a toast, don't blame me for not letting it go! Today's photo album, whether you let me see it or not, I will open it! Zefeng is too strong, all ghosts retreat, the seal is opened, and the candle Extinguish, suppress hostility!"

Following his series of reprimands, Qiao Guanglan quickly bit his finger and drew a talisman on the paper. The two candles began to shake in mid-air, as if they were about to struggle for a while, but when Qiao Guanglan finished his last stroke, the candle in mid-air There was a dull sound, the candle broke in two and fell to the ground, and the fire was extinguished at once.

Qiao Guanglan shook off the blood beads on his fingers, snorted lightly, and picked up the photo album from the coffee table. The blood wax seal on the surface had been broken, and the whole photo album looked a little yellowish.

He turned on the light, sat on the sofa, and was about to open it, when someone dragged his right hand over.