Lovely wife, my husband is not human

At that time, Zhou Peng was in another city due to labor dispatch, and Yan Bing repeatedly ordered him not to go out within this month to avoid accidents.

On the morning of the fifth day of No.20, Yan Bing's heart suddenly twitched without warning.

She immediately called to check whether her boyfriend was safe, but before the call was over, an earthquake occurred in the area where Zhou Peng was located.

Yan Bing drove to his city the moment the call was cut off, but what he saw was a corpse wrapped in a white cloth.

Zhou Peng was hit on the back of the head by the ceiling and died on the spot.

Turning over the white cloth, he still held the phone tightly in his hand.

Unexpectedly, after five years, Zhou Peng's soul has not yet entered the reincarnation.

Su Mile's plan is to ask Zhou Peng to give Yan Bing a dream, and Yan Bing will definitely find a way to help her investigate the doll.

Because Yan Bing's favorite milk tea was that one when he was writing, and as an avid doll lover, she knew about it.

Zhou Peng's soul is very thin, a small cloud of white mist seems to dissipate at the touch of a touch, probably because the lonely ghost has been wandering outside for so long, and its energy has also weakened.

After listening to Su Mile's plan, the cloud of white mist shook up and down in mid-air, as if nodding, and then drifted away.

Then just wait.

Mo Xie was the first to bring back the news.

Meng De mahogany box contains a guqin.

"Guqin?" Su Mile couldn't imagine what it would be like for a big tiger to play the guqin, "Are you sure it's an ordinary guqin, not some magic weapon or weapon?"

Mo Xie nodded: "It's just an ordinary guqin, and it smells like peach blossoms. If there's anything strange about it, it might be the pattern on the guqin, which is a white deer the size of a palm."

"What about Yuan Ce?"

Mo Xie scratched his head in embarrassment: "Um, this kid put a password on the computer, and I didn't see anything."

"Then I have to find a chance to find out Yuan Ce's tone next time. He said that I look like an old friend, so I will pretend to be his old friend." Su Mile lay on the bed tossing and turning, only hoping that Zhou Peng would bring him Just come back with useful news.

Mo Xie's snoring sounded in her ears, the cloud of white mist hadn't come back yet, she couldn't sleep anyway, so she simply sat by the window to get some air.

I don't know how long she waited until her eyelids almost drooped before Zhou Peng's soul appeared in front of her eyes.

She regained her spirit in an instant, and used the psychic charm to talk to the ghost in front of her.

"How is it? Did Sister Yan Bing come up with a solution?"

Zhou Peng: "When Bingbing saw me in her dream, she cried like a storm. She couldn't listen to what I said."

Su Mile: "No, brother, didn't you say that I asked you to find her?"

Zhou Peng: "I said, I said that Su Mile needs your help now, can you think of a way, but Bingbing cried even harder, saying that I would not go to her dream for five years, and the first time I went back was actually because of other women."

Su Mile knew that Yan Bing wasn't jealous of her, but just angry.

"Do you know how much Sister Yan Bing misses you? You haven't been in her dreams for five years. No wonder she is angry. I would be angry too!"

Zhou Peng: "I'm afraid of scaring her, and everyone is dead, so what's the use of going to her dream, I hope she will come out from the shadow of my death and start a new relationship and a new life."

Su Mi wanted to cry with joy but no tears: "That's it, it's a waste of work."

Zhou Peng: "It's not in vain. I found that the milk tea shop dolls in Bingbing's collection each have a different number, and the number represents the production sequence of the doll."

"I was in marketing before I was alive. Milk tea shops do this kind of activity to maintain customers. Generally, when giving dolls, they will record the customer's phone number and address at the same time, so as to provide more comprehensive services for door-to-door delivery in the future."

"In order to verify this, I wrote down the numbers of Bingbing's dolls, and seized the clerk of the milk tea shop. I entered these numbers in their activity system, and sure enough, I got Bingbing's phone number and address."

Su Mile praised: "No wonder Yan Bing misses you so much, you are really a very careful person, and you have your own opinions and ideas."

Zhou Peng: "I'm sorry, this is also our conventional thinking in marketing."

After Zhou Peng finished speaking such a long paragraph, the small cloud of white mist seemed to become more sparse.

"It feels like your energy is depleted very quickly. Do you know how to replenish it? I may need you to run for me." Su Mile looked solemn.

Zhou Peng: "I'm an ordinary ghost. I don't have a steady stream of resentment to support me like a wraith, and I don't have a strong hostility like an evil spirit. If you want to replenish energy, you just need to borrow some yang energy for me." , but this may consume some of your energy."

"I asked you for help to repay you. Just borrow it. I'll just eat more and sleep more to make up for it." Su Mile smiled.

The small white mist circled around her, and she felt that most of the strength in her body was suddenly taken away, and the things in front of her eyes were doubled, and then the white mist became thicker. Not as thin as before.

Zhou Peng: "I only borrowed half of your yang qi. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if you borrow too much. How do you feel now?"

Su Mile supported the table with both hands and stood up slowly: "Except for a little dizziness, there are no other problems."

Zhou Peng: "Tell me, what else do I need to do next?"

"Wait a minute." Su Mile staggered back to the bed and patted the sleeping black cat gently.

There was no movement, Mo Xie turned over and continued to sleep.

Seeing that the gentle awakening didn't work, Su Mile used his last strength to slap the black cat on the buttocks.

"Meow! Meow!" Mo Xie jumped three feet high, the cat's fur puffed up and he looked around, "Master, is the master here?"

Su Mi replied cheerfully: "No, it's me. Seeing that you slept deeply, you acted harder."

"Susu. How big are your dark circles under your eyes? You look like a giant panda." Mo Xie took a closer look, and used his cat's paw to gesture at the size of Su Mile's dark circles.

"Stop messing around, Mo Xie, you have to go to Xuanwu's room and write down the number of his doll." Su Mile rubbed his temples and fell down softly along the side of the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, Mo Xie came back again, and Su Mile had already fallen asleep on the bed.

"Susu? Susu, wake up. I found the number. It's 258269. Why do you need to know this number?" Mo Xie jumped up and down beside Su Mile and called.

"Stop shouting, let her sleep, she is very tired."

"Who is talking?" Mo Xie looked around vigilantly, and found that the voice came from a cloud of white mist, and the cloud of white mist floated away from the window after saying that.

The black cat is a psychic creature, so it naturally knows what this white mist is. Mo Xie curled up in Su Mile's arms, licking her tired face with his cat's tongue.

"Thank you, Susu." (End of this chapter)