The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 69

Entering the office building in a daze, Ning Xingruan stepped onto the elevator, turned his head slightly, and saw a pale face reflected on the shiny wall of the elevator.

After clocking in and sitting in his seat, he looked at the computer screen, and some memories he didn't want to remember flashed in his mind uncontrollably.

The heavy fog on the mountain road, the white lanterns in the fog, and the stiff figure in shroud...

And... that male ghost.

His mouth was parched, his heart felt like a lead sinker, and he was restless all day long.

What made him even more frightened was that when he thought of the male ghost, he couldn't feel any fear in his heart, but an emotion that made him flustered and unacceptable.

He clutched his chest, two balls of blush appeared on his originally pale face because of disbelief, looking at the unclear figure on the computer screen, Ning Xingruan grabbed his hair a little annoyed.

He thought of the name he called out downstairs in the office building, and his heart skipped a beat.

It's that male ghost... cast some kind of curse on him.

When it was time to get off work, as the colleagues around him gradually left, the huge office gradually became empty, and the panic was like a dark cloud, slowly covering his heart again.

Ning Xingruan walked out of the office building, the rain was still falling, and the bus station was crowded with people. He stood in the crowd and squeezed into the bus with the flow of people. In the compartment where his feet barely touched the ground, he was a little safer. feel.

The car window was open, a gust of cool wind blew in, and the sweltering air in the car was blown away. Even if people were next to each other, Ning Xingruan felt a bit of coldness. He sneezed and rubbed his nose with his hands .

The car stopped at the bus stop, and someone got out of the car. The compartment was no longer as crowded as it was when he got on the bus. Ning Xingruan also changed his posture slightly, and finally stepped on the ground with his tiptoe.

Holding the ring with the other hand, the car started. Ning Xingruan turned around and glanced outside, and then saw, under the streetlight, a middle-aged man in blue clothes was staring in this direction.

The man's expression was stiff, his pupils were white, his head turned slowly as the bus started, Ning Xingruan looked at him, his whole body was covered with cold, until the car drove a long way, he fell into a cold sweat and sat down on the vacant seat. seat.

On the next journey, he could always see a blue figure flashing past under a certain lamppost.

Clenching the corner of his clothes tightly, Ning Xingruan was at a loss. After getting off the car, he ran all the way to the rental house, closed the door and leaned against the back of the door, and then closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking to the table and opening the drawer, he took out a stick of incense and lit it, and inserted it into the small incense burner. The smell of the burning stick gradually spread to the whole room, calming him down slowly.

Reaching under the pillow, he took out the old cell phone.

After turning it on, a message popped up on the interface. The little Taoist sent him a message in the early hours of this morning, asking for his address.

Ning Xingruan was a little puzzled, he scrolled up, but found that he could not understand the last chat record, so he rubbed his temples vigorously, he always felt that his memory seemed to be getting worse recently.

After sending a message, there was almost a second reply: "Where are you?"

The feeling of disobedience became more and more serious, but he couldn't figure out what was going on, so he could only vaguely ask the little Taoist priest if he could get some evil spirit talismans for him.

However, the little Taoist told him that he was being targeted by those things, and the talisman paper could only keep him safe for a while.

"If you don't want to go back to Quzhao City, I'll go find you." The little Taoist said.

Ning Xingruan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, he was very resistant to Huiqu summoning the market, so it would be best for the little Taoist priest to come over.

After sending the detailed address, he fell asleep in peace.

Lying on the bed, Ning Xingruan covered his head with a quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. He was afraid of seeing something strange, and even more afraid that he would not know if something came in.

Opening my eyes and looking in the direction of the window, the green smoke from the stick of incense on the table by the window slowly rose. At a certain moment, the straight upward smoke suddenly swayed slightly, as if a wind was blowing gently.

Ning Xingruan sharp-eyed saw the scattered green smoke, and felt a twinge in his heart, not daring to look outside, and retracted into the quilt, holding his breath, and carefully listening to the movement outside.

It was very quiet, except for the occasional honking of vehicles on the road in the distance.

The small space in the quilt was quickly filled with heat, he had no choice but to quietly open a gap, and the air instantly slipped in through the gap, splashing on his face to relieve the heat.

As soon as Ning Xingruan breathed a sigh of relief, he noticed that the coolness lingered on his cheeks and ears and did not dissipate.

The quilt was gently pressed out of its folds, and something protruded through the gap he opened.

The heat on her body receded in an instant, Ning Xingruan's whole body became cold and stiff, watching helplessly as the edge of the compacted quilt swelled up...someone stretched his hand in.

The familiar scene made those memories in Surabaya Village come to mind immediately. His fingertips were cold, and he clutched the quilt tightly until the chill wrapped around his wrist. Then he came back to his senses, shook his hands vigorously, and quickly lifted the quilt and jumped off. Bed, wanting to rush to the door.

However, as soon as his feet touched the ground, a strong force grabbed his waist and dragged him back to the bed.

Ning Xingruan was forced to lie on his back on the bed, with cold hands pinching his waist, the weight on his body made him unable to move.

The lights in the room were suddenly extinguished, and the light from the street lamps outside came in through the thin curtains. Through the dim light, he saw the long hair hanging down.

The ends of the hair fell on his face, and as the movement of the person on his body swept across his face, he couldn't help but tilt his head back, trying to avoid the itching on his face.

In the next second, a hand was stretched under his head, and he raised his head abruptly, and then his lips felt cold, and he felt a tingling pain.

With his lips in his mouth, Ning Xingruan didn't dare to move, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and a thought that terrified him came to his mind.

Is this ghost going to eat him alive?

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he heard a long sigh, and then the male ghost buried his head between his shoulders and neck, biting his shoulders and grinding his teeth.

Hearing this sigh, Ning Xingruan felt a little empty in his heart for some reason, and opened his mouth to say something, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't make a sound.

The hand on the waist slowly rubbed, got under the hem of the clothes, and slid along the side of the waist to the back of the back. Ning Xingruan was afraid in his heart, but he didn't know why his body trembled uncontrollably.

His heart was pounding, he couldn't tell whether it was fear or something, his reason made him want to flee immediately, but his body was limp and unable to move as if he had been cast by some spell.

In the familiar scent of sandalwood, the male ghost didn't give him another chance to struggle. When he was so tormented, Ning Xingruan kept begging for mercy in a daze, but only heard the male ghost's chuckle and a vague sentence. Unclear words.

"...I won't... let you go."

Shocked and tired, his consciousness finally plunged into darkness.

The alarm rang on time in the morning, and Ning Xingruan sat up suddenly in shock. He first hurriedly looked around the room, but there were no other figures, and then lifted the blanket to check himself. There was no trace.

Stretching out his hand to touch his shoulder, the place where there should have been tooth marks was smooth.

After getting up and going to the bathroom, looking at the tired face in the mirror, Ning Xingruan stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek, feeling panicked.

He was sure that last night was not a dream, and that the male ghost really found him.

And... thinking of his strange state last night, that male ghost must have done something to him again.

Turning his back against the wall, looking at the rental house, he couldn't bear it anymore, changed his clothes, took the key and rushed out the door.

When the weather cleared, the downstairs morning stalls were placed dozens of meters away from the roadside. The narrow street was crowded with early risers, and the shouts and discussions were mixed with the mixed aroma, which made Ning Xingruan feel at ease in the midst of it.

After buying a few breakfasts, he sat down at the simple table set up by the stall owner. He ate a few mouthfuls, watching the crowds, until the pedestrians dispersed on the road, and the stall owner started to close the stall. When he came to ask, he After waking up from the somewhat muddled state, he left the street.

Walking aimlessly on the street, after turning out of the neighborhood where the rental house is located, across the traffic on the road, he seemed to see that figure again in a daze.

Looking intently, a man in blue overalls was standing under the street lamp, staring straight at him.

Ning Xingruan felt a strong malice from him, and the feeling that his hair was standing on end made him start to tremble uncontrollably.

The ghost came towards him.

Ning Xingruan wanted to lift his foot to leave, but found that he couldn't control his body, and took a step back with all his strength, but his foot accidentally stepped on the raised floor tiles, and then his body staggered backwards uncontrollably .

When he was about to fall, a pair of hands held his waist.

The cold spread to the skin through the fabric, and Ning Xingruan subconsciously wanted to say thank you stuck in his throat. After he stood still, he suddenly turned his head and saw a black corner of his clothes that disappeared in a flash.

His throat moved, he didn't have time to think too much, and hurriedly wanted to leave, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw the blue-clothed ghost who was walking towards him suddenly stop in the middle of the road, with a hideous and terrified expression on his bloody face, a car After the car drove by, he disappeared completely.

Ning Xingruan's heart relaxed, and the strength that supported him to escape suddenly disappeared. He sat back on the curb with weak feet and legs, and couldn't stand up for a long time.

It was the male ghost who saved him, he was absolutely sure.

Ning Xingruan felt uneasy, the male ghost must be by his side, this kind of knowledge made him dare not move, for fear that a cold hand would fall on him in the next second.

A chuckle sounded next to his ears, Ning Xingruan's body froze, he dared not make any movements, but he looked to the side uncontrollably, obviously there was nothing, but the cool wind kept blowing towards his ears.

As soon as the earlobe hurt, the wet and cold feeling made his skin crawl. He quickly realized what the ghost was doing, and when the moist coolness fell on his cheek along the earlobe, he suddenly stood up and looked at it with a guilty conscience. It seemed that the passers-by who came and went left in a hurry.

However, no matter where he went, the vague sandalwood was always around him.When night fell, Ning Xingruan walked to a square where neon lights were flashing and people were coming and going, but he felt a sense of emptiness that he couldn't blend into.

Someone was performing, and the people in the square cheered and surrounded them. Ning Xingruan was bumped by the crowd and walked a few steps forward. When he saw those people through the crowd, something flashed in his mind. Everything gave him a very familiar feeling.

Frowning in confusion, he didn't seem to have been here since he came to this small town.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, someone with a camera in the group greeted him.

Ning Xingruan became more and more puzzled, and then heard the person say that on their short video account, the video of Ning Xingruan was played the most, which gained them a lot of fans.

"I've been looking for you all the time, but I didn't expect to see you here. What a fate!"

Ning Xingruan had no impression of what he said at all, the man took out his phone and opened the app to find the video and show it to Ning Xingruan.

In the square under the night, amidst the neon lights, among the enthusiastic crowd, two men in vintage robes stood out from the crowd like a chicken. Just a few seconds after leaving the country, the number of likes and comments on this video soared.

Ning Xingruan dragged the progress bar to rewind, once or twice...

Cold sweat dripped from his temples along his forehead.

It was him and the male ghost.

They held hands and smiled like a couple in love.

How could this happen, Ning Xingruan was a little confused, it was impossible, he didn't remember anything at all.

It must be that male ghost who manipulated him again. Yes, he was fascinated by ghosts when he was on the mountain, and it must be the same this time.

However, thinking about it this way, looking at the two people standing side by side in the video, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Clutching his chest tightly and walking out of the crowd, Ning Xingruan wiped the liquid from the corners of his eyes, and when the Taoist priest came over, he would definitely be able to cure his disease, and he would not be like this after he was cured.