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After Wen Chuan got into a car accident, his soul left his body and he was accidentally involved in a supernatural incident. Facing the cruel, murderous and bloodthirsty ghost, he had only two options: fight or die!
When he met Zhou Yan for the first time, he was being hung in the air by a ghost holding his neck. Its long nails were embedded in his flesh and blood, and the pain was piercing his brain.
At this moment, a strong gust of wind swept in from the window.
With a 'clang' sound, the old double-open wooden windows fell to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.
Wen Chuan suddenly opened his eyes and tilted his head towards the window at the same time as Li Gui.
A man in a black suit was leaning against the wall. The tie hanging around his neck was casually pulled open by him, revealing a large area of fair skin on his chest, looking proud and lazy.
The moonlight behind him reflected the profile of his face, and his brows showed sharp indifference. Just standing there silently made people feel that he was unattainable.
"Hey." He was condescending, playing with the black jade bracelet in his hand, and said in a low and slow voice: "Get your dirty hands away."
As he finished speaking, a numb feeling shot up from the soles of his feet to the sky, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The awkward shou who loves acting has a mouth as hard as a rock [Qiangqiang]
1v1, overhead, golden finger Su Shuangwen
Intention: Be happy every day.
