A Straight Guy's Transmigration Journeys

Fu Yan walked into the small village and picked up a few clothes and a hat at the clothes drying place in the village.

"It's said that there are female ghosts. It seems that it's the right choice to let the tourist go to the YinQin."

"But isn't there a ghost hunter? The ghost may have been eliminated? "

"You forget that we didn't just get into trouble with a female ghost at that time!"

"It's all your fault. If you have nothing to do, it's a big risk. Go to the graveyard and do something like that. "

"But the other ghost didn't ask us to do anything. No It's not going to be peace again

"But where can I find outsiders now?"

Fu Yanlu passed a small room and heard the shivering voice of the people in the room. A lot of memories sprang out of his mind.

As a tourist, he didn't find a donkey friend, so he came alone. I passed by the small village when I was photographing the beautiful countryside scenery. Unexpectedly, people in this village are very enthusiastic about him. Simple Fu Yan drank their welcome wine, and then that happened.

Listen to the people in this room, they are not only a female ghost, Fu Yan's legs are soft.

He was in a hurry to leave, but he didn't want to be discovered by these people, and then reconciled again. Unexpectedly, the unfortunate Fu Yan stepped on the tiles outside the door of the house, "click" crisp.

"Who is it?"

Several young people came out with hoes one after another. When they saw Fu Yan's face, they laughed.

Fu Yan retreated, "what do you want to do?"

Then, Fu Yan ran into a man behind him. He looked back.

"Village head!"

The old man, who was called the village head, immediately tied Fu Yan with the rope in his hand. While Fu Yan was struggling, he sealed Fu Yan's mouth directly with adhesive tape. Let some young people come to help him.

"The female ghosts in that house were destroyed by Dong Zhuo GUI Shi." Said the village head.

"No!"

Little young hands kept shaking, "Dad, there's another..."

The village head slapped his son and said, "there's another one. If you don't get angry, I won't stop, will you?"

"Dad, help me, I'm your only son."

Fu Yankui, he is also the only person in the world. How can he become your victim.

"Did she tell you what she wanted?" Asked the village head.

The young man was at a loss and said, "it should be, it should be..."

"What is supposed to be!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Xiaonian cried in a hurry.

Several of them looked at each other for several times. "The house can't go back. They buried him alive. The words" husband "with the woman's surname are engraved on the tombstone."

"Well?" Fu Yan hummed.

Even if you want me to be Yin Qin, how can you let me in.

No one paid any attention to him, so Fu Yan watched helplessly as he was lifted up by several people to a wasteland, and soon he was thrown into the big pit they had dug.

"No!"

The soil gradually covered his body, his face and his eyes. Fu Yan felt that the earth was more oppressive than the coffin.

He wants to live, he doesn't want to die!

Free from the rope in hand, Fu Yan's hand drilled out the soil. He dug up the soil and got up. His eyes are very unlucky to a pair of white feet.

When his head suddenly crashed, Fu Yan clenched his mouth and held his breath. With an uneasy heart, he climbed out of the soil with ease.

When the standing wooden tombstone fell to the ground, the female ghost moved, and Fu Yan's eyes widened. Then he lifted his eyes and looked at her. It was just a move. Fu Yan put down his heart again.

If his name was engraved on the tombstone, Fu Yan carefully took the tombstone from the foot of the female ghost and daubed it on his name.

"What are you doing..." The ethereal voice of a woman.

As soon as Fu Yan looked up, he saw that the woman put her head on her feet in a strange posture, and her two eyes were white and staring at him.

"Ah..." Fu Yan couldn't stand shouting, "ah!"

Do you want to be scary or not.

Fu Yan started to run.

At this time, the tree has been watching people jump down.

"I didn't mean to scare him..." The woman pressed her head back to the original position, with a pale face and no expression. But there is no sense of grievance.

Feng Qi said, "your sister made a mistake. You have to pay attention to it."

"Well..." The ghost nodded very cleverly, "what about them? What they did to my sister's home and me... "

Feng Qishen said: "they Living in a high degree of fear for the rest of your life, can you rebuild your grave? "

"Mmm..." The woman turned into a puff of white smoke and disappeared.

And he Feng Qi touched his chin: go to the man who lost his heart and ran so fast to repair the grave.Poor him. He has no capital to hire ghost errands. He has to do such small things by himself. It's hard

Fu Yan walked barefoot for a long time, but he couldn't get out of the forest. He looked around, and it was all white fog.

It's special! Is heaven going to kill him?

"Wuwuwuwu..."

What's especially terrible is that women's weeping voice often comes from all around. He didn't dare to stop for fear that his legs would soften as soon as he stopped.

"Bang!"

Fu Yan thought he had hit a tree again. He was going to make a detour. At this time, a low voice sounded, "it's very impolite to run into someone and leave without apologizing."

This is the voice of the man. He will never admit it wrong.

The horror in Fu Yan's eyes is replaced by surprise. He turns around and pours on the man, clinging to him like an octopus.

Feng Qi was a little stunned. Since he was conscious, no one or ghost had ever dared to be intimate with him.

"Just now Just now... " Fu Yan was so scared that he tied his tongue. "I saw a ghost just now, huh Mom... "

Feng Qi twisted Fu Yan's ear, "I'm not your mother, let go!"

"I don't care. You're all around." Fu Yan held the man tightly.

A stream of hot air was blowing Fu Yan's ears, accompanied by a man's low voice: "how can you be sure that I am a human?"

Fu Yan's body was stiff, and he swallowed his saliva nervously. His hands were still holding the man tightly. This time he was not as confident as last time. His voice trembled and said: "I don't care..."

"Let go!"

Fu Yan or categorically refused: "do not." He has a sense of security in whatever kind of monster the man is.

"If you are like this, how can we get out of the woods, or do you want to stay here all your life?"

Fu Yan's face was embarrassed for a moment. He tried to summon up courage. His feet slowly fell to the ground. He got off the man's body and stood on the ground, holding the man's sleeve tightly.

"You have so little guts that you have to wander in the wild mountains." Feng Qi hissed.

Fu Yan explained: "who said that I came here for a stroll? I was carried here and buried alive by some bastards who were afraid of death!"