Ghost Slayer: I am a ghost

Wei Meng looked at the ghosts who had fallen asleep in front of him, and he was not in a hurry, lightly jumped onto the eaves of Ningfu, and sat down in the shadow.

“Lord Wu Miserable will be very happy…”

“I’m going to be winding…”

I think of the scene where my eyes are engraved.

A smile appeared on Wei Meng’s face, and the strange ballads sung by the mouth in his right hand were much more relaxed.

“Sleep, sleep well, forget to breathe and sleep, sleep when the evil spirit comes…”

“You guys… What kind of dream is it? ”

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Ning Xingchen only felt that his spirit was in a trance.

Came to another world.

He was dressed in casual clothes and stood in the crowd.

It is surrounded by high-rise buildings, like a steel jungle, with a constant flow of cars and people.

At night, neon flashes, on the square in front of the department store, a snowy fountain rises into the sky, spreading the rain, and the water in the pool is constantly rolling and changing, suddenly blue and red, colorful.

Ning Xingchen looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

My head always feels a little dull.

There was also an unbreathable feeling that made his heart ache.

“Jingle bells—”

The phone rings.

Like a talisman to dispel evil spirits, Ning Xingchen suddenly reacted from his trance and connected the phone: “Hello? Mother? ”

“Is the study over?” Your favorite dish tonight. Mom’s kind voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Of course it’s over.”

When Ning Xingchen heard his mother’s voice, the original doubts and all the negative reactions suddenly disappeared, and his mood was inexplicably much more comfortable, nodded with a smile, put on his school bag, and went home.

After returning home.

Mom and Dad and my sister are waiting for them.

A table of hot dishes.

Five dishes and one soup, quite hearty.

“Ah-little sister.”

Ning Xingchen looked at the little sister who was obviously sixteen years old, but looked only twelve years old, as well as her parents who had very young faces.

Although there are doubts in my heart, why are Xiaomei and her parents so ‘young’… But this doubt was quickly dispelled by everyone’s smiles.

“Brother!!”

The little sister’s face is very cute, tied with a double ponytail, big eyes flickering, it looks like a little beauty embryo, although it has not yet grown, but she is definitely a beauty when she grows up.

She snorted, and it was a tiger pounce on Ning Xingchen who opened the door.

“Eh! Younger sister! ”

Ning Xingchen casually caught it and rubbed her little head dotingly.

“Brother~ did you bring me something delicious~” Xiaomei rubbed Ning Xingchen’s cheek and asked softly.

“No…” Ning Xingchen first pretended to be difficult, then looked at Xiaomei’s pouted little mouth, and instantly took out a rainbow lollipop that was the size of Xiaomei’s face from his pocket: “Of course there is!” ”

“Yay!! Thank you brother!! Xiaomei happily took the rainbow lollipop and was very excited.

“Xiaolin, what’s going on, brother can be tired when he comes back from school, don’t get tired of your brother.”

The old mother came out of the kitchen, and although she taught her little sister a lesson, she had a kind smile on her face.

There is also the father, although he does not have the same reaction as the little sister and the mother, but he also put the newspaper down and looked at Ning Xingchen silly.

Long-lost family warmth.

A smile appeared on Ning Xingchen’s face.

He didn’t feel anything strange, as if he had been living like this until now.

“Come on, come on, eat and eat.”

Ning Mu, who looked to be only thirty years old, beckoned a few people to dinner.

“Drive! It’s all delicious today! ”

The little sister’s ponytail flicked chaotically, treating Ning Xingchen as a horse, and Ning Xingchen didn’t care, and also cooperated with her little sister, and the family was happy.

Ning Xingchen didn’t realize that this was a dream at all.

Everything is like it is real.

As for the outside.

Ning Xingchen was lying on the ground.

There is a hint of a smile on the corners of his mouth.

It was approaching 5 a.m.

The sun is about to rise.

Wei Meng sat in the shadow of the second floor of Ningfu, just staring at the sky like that, and did not move, just let the mouth in the palm of his hand keep emitting hypnotic strange songs.

“Sleep, sleep well, forget to breathe and sleep, sleep when the evil spirit comes…”

There was already a hint of brightness in the sky.

He was waiting.

He was waiting for dawn.

(PS: Four more, ask for collections, tips, flowers…) ）