The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 321 The Tongue Stolen by the Cat (2)
"Scratched."

"Really?" His eyes darkened.

"Hmm..." She continued to wander around, but she couldn't tell him that she just had a fight with a little zombie. Who knew that when she was about to win, his parents came and taught her with a few broken yellow talismans. The fire burned a small piece of her clothing. Fortunately, she ran fast, but it was a pity that the clothes, which cost more than 2000 yuan, could no longer be worn.

Fu Tianlang's expression turned serious immediately, but he didn't say anything, and entered the cinema with his arms around her.

But when buying tickets, she didn't buy her favorite male star.

Regarding this point, Qiao Wan really wanted to protest, but she was wronged first, so she just followed into the arena with popcorn in her arms.

For the next whole day, Fu Tianlang did not take her back to Fu's house, but instead led her to wander around, to see the city where he used to live, and bought many gifts for Qiao's family.

As for Fu Rong, after he separated from Fu Tianlang, he did not return to the company, but drove the car to an older community.

As soon as the door opened, he grabbed the old Taoist's hand and said, "Master...you, you must save me this time."

The old Taoist priest's full name is Qin Zhao, he seemed to have expected him to come over early in the morning, so he hurriedly led him in: "Come in and say."

Fu Rong entered the room, and a girl brought him a cup of tea. After he thanked her, he looked at her back as she walked into the kitchen, always feeling a little weird.

Fu Rong withdrew his gaze and held the old Taoist's hand tightly: "Master, you are right. There is indeed a female ghost in my house. That woman confuses me with incense and lies in the same bed with me every day..."

He didn't expect that Su Wan, whom he loves every day these days, is not a human being... Thinking of him sleeping with this ghost every day, he felt nauseated.

"That's not a female ghost, it's a zombie." Qin Zhao's eyes flashed brightly.

? "No matter what she is, Daoist, you said that corpse poison, I seem to have been bitten by her, on the neck, can you see if it can be cured?" Black tooth marks.

Qin Zhao leaned over to have a look, sighed and shook his head, "It's difficult."

Fu Rong was so shocked that cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "No, Taoist priest, you must save me, I don't want to die yet."

Qin Zhao: "The person who has been bitten by a zombie will be poisoned by the corpse, and he will also become a zombie in a short time. I think your injury is serious. In two days, even the gods will not be able to save you."

Fu Rong's face turned pale, and he slapped the table furiously: "Master Dao, it doesn't matter how much it is, I can't live, and I can't make her feel better!"

Qin Zhao patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be impulsive, the corpse poison in your body has not completely soaked into the internal organs, and you can still be saved, but you just need to take some medicine."

There was a glimmer of hope in Fu Rong's eyes: "If you need any medicine, just tell me, I can get it for you for any amount."

Qin Zhao shook his head: "Zombie blood, and it must be the blood of the zombie that bit you to expel the corpse poison in your body."

Fu Rong's face turned "swish" and then completely sank. Now he doesn't even dare to approach Su Wan's side, let alone take her blood. Isn't this asking for a dead end?

As if seeing his concern, Qin Zhao took out a small gourd from his bosom, unplugged the red cork from the mouth of the bottle, and tilted it into the palm of his hand. After a while, a vermilion pill fell into the palm of his hand.

"Zombies are abandoned outside the six realms of sentient beings. They are neither humans nor ghosts. They are aliens. It is not easy to deal with her, but it happens that Pindao has a pill that can weaken her mana. Take it and find a chance to mix it with her food. At that time, Pindao will personally accept her."

Fu Rong took it like a baby, and asked him to do anything as long as it could save his life.

Later, Fu Rong chatted with the Taoist for a few more words, and the tea in his hand also ran out.

"Master Dao, I wonder if I can borrow a bathroom."

"Please go ahead." Qin Zhao didn't look at him, and lowered his head to study the secret method.

Fu Rong could only pat his butt and go to the toilet by himself.

The conditions of the Qin family are not considered rich, and they live in an old house with two bedrooms and one living room. The furniture is also a bit old, and even the posters on the walls have turned yellow.

After Fu Rong took two steps, he always felt that the house was covered with layers of skin, whether it was the walls or the furniture, and there was a rotten smell permeating the gloomy atmosphere.

This kind of place made him uncomfortable, so he decided to go to the toilet and leave quickly, but there were three doors in front of him, and he didn't know which one was the toilet. Looking back at Qin Zhao, he was immersed in studying the secret method, and he didn't care about him at all.

Fu Rong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and opened a random room.

The moment he opened the door, a gust of Yin Qi with a yellow talisman came towards him, forcing him to take two steps back.

When he stood still, a red lacquered coffin suddenly appeared in front of him in the middle of the room!
Fu Rong was stunned for a moment, what did the priest put a coffin in the room for?
Although Fu Rong was puzzled, he didn't react much, until a little girl suddenly sat up in the coffin, and then he was terrified and stunned.

The little girl is about seven or eight years old, isn't she the little girl who brought him a water glass just now?At this moment, she sat up from the coffin, looked straight at him, held a dead chicken in her hand, and smiled at him foolishly.

With a sound of "snap", the girl left the dead chicken on the ground, and Fu Rong looked down following the movement. The feathers of the chicken were not pulled out, and the whole dead chicken fell dry and flat into a pile of yellow talismans. It was obviously dead. Yes, the chicken neck doesn't bleed...

It looks like it was sucked dry...

Fu Rong's face was ugly, and he was horrified to find that there were still wet blood stains on the corner of the girl's mouth, and her face was also very pale, a kind of paleness that could not find blood.

"Lingling, how many times have I told you? Don't throw food away after eating. Look at the mess in your room."

A gloomy voice sounded from behind, Fu Rong froze, turned around and found it was Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao angrily went into the house to clean up, and while cleaning up, he kept reprimanding him, but the little ghost, like a psychic, sat obediently in the coffin and listened to the training, and remained silent.

"Mr. Fu, I scared you, this is a little girl."

Fu Rong's hands trembled: "She...why is she like this? Could it be...dead?"

Qin Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said truthfully: "Yes, I went there 30 years ago. I couldn't bear her, so I insisted on staying. It's a pity that I am not good at learning, and I can only do this after spending my whole life. Now she is half I'm half-foolish, and I don't know who will take care of her after I leave."

Fu Rong broke out in a cold sweat, listening to his understatement, he was too scared to speak.

"Sir, if you have nothing to do, go first. It's almost night. My daughter is timid. She can't see strangers at night. It would be bad if she accidentally hurt you."

Needless to say, Fu Rong didn't want to stay in this dilapidated house for a second.

(End of this chapter)