Looking at the pig head that suddenly fell into his arms, Mr. Hao subconsciously came out of the refrigerator.
Being a soul has many benefits. He doesn't even have to go through the door, he just tilts it and comes out from the side.
"You, you, you..."
Song Yu watched him come out of the refrigerator, and the three souls disappeared immediately.
"What's wrong with me? If you don't want to eat it, don't take it. If you take it and throw it away, the pig's head belongs to the pig!" Hao Youqian rolled his eyes at him in disgust. This time, he directly knocked Song Yu to the ground.
Song Yu: "You...you...are you a human or a ghost?"
"Your head...why did your head fall off!"
Hao Youqian: "Because it's very tiring to put it on my head...wait...can you see me?"
Hao Youqian narrowed his eyes, held his head and took a step closer to Song Yu.
If he moved forward an inch, Song Yu would move back a meter.
A few moments later, a bang was heard, and Song Yu's head hit the bed board behind him firmly.
"You...you are Hao Youqian!! I have seen you! At the summit!" Song Yu looked at the head excitedly, his lips trembling.
It's not that he has a superior memory, it's just that the man was so beautiful and his status was so high that he couldn't help but be jealous.
Seeing that he hadn't fainted yet, Hao Youqian also found it interesting. For such a long time, he and his wife had to use a medium to chat, but not with this guy...
He held his head forward again with his hands. Song Yu didn't look like anything special... Why could he talk to him?
"It's me... Mr. Song has a good memory." Hao Youqian praised without sincerity.
Seeing that he admitted it so quickly, Song Yu was not happy but was shocked.
"So...you're really dead!"
"Oh! I see, it was Ling Bingbing who killed you, right? Every wrong has its own end, and every debt has its owner! If you want revenge, I will take you to find her!"
Hao Youqian raised his eyebrows: "But I don't want to find her..."
Song Yu was shocked: "Why! I heard someone say that after death, someone will come to take you to hell. Those who linger in the world are either lonely ghosts or evil ghosts."
Hao Youqian: "Li Gui? Is that so?"
As he spoke, he reached out and patted his head. The next second, two lines of blood and tears flowed down his eyes. Coupled with the red clothes on his body, it was really...
Song Yu:!!!
Song Yu's nervous hair stood on end.
"Yes...yes..."
"I can take you to find Ling Bingbing... If it's not convenient, you can say that I can help you get revenge."
Just...don't get close to him!! Take his head away from him!!
"It's really not very convenient." Hao Youqian replied.
"Ah?" Song Yu bit his lower lip hard and forced himself to think, "Is it... is it because there are Taoist priests in charge of the Hao family?"
Hao Youqian shook his head: "That's not true."
Song Yu: "That's..."
Hao Youqian looked at him, leaning forward slightly, without any extra smile or irrelevant expression, looking extremely serious, and Song Yu's heart lifted higher.
"Mr. Song...has your conscience been eaten by a dog, and your morals have also been swallowed up? How come you have forgotten such a simple truth as the difference between men and women?"
Song Yu was shocked: "What did you say?"
Hao Youqian said contemptuously: "You asked me to find a girl in the middle of the night, and she is the girl who sleeps with your wife. You are shameless and I still want it!"
Song Yu:???
No.
What kind of morality does he want from a ghost!!
Crazy!!!
"No... Mr. Hao, Ling Bingbing is your wife...you..."
Hao Youqian: "Stop it! Don't taint my ears."
Song Yu:(╬￣ Pan￣)
Song Yu wanted to go crazy, but didn't dare: "Then...what do you think we should do?"
Hao Youqian glanced at the watch on the wall, looked around again, and then sat down on the small sofa opposite.
"I'm too angry and need some fun. Give me a show."
Song Yu:??
Hao Youqian yawned and put his head aside: "What? No way? Then..."
As he spoke, his body separated from his head, walked behind him, pinched his neck tightly, and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Mr. Song~~~Since you know about the evil ghost, you should also have heard of it~~ Some evil ghosts not only like to scare people, but also like to...suck essence..."
Song Yu:??
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"But...but aren't you a man?" Song Yu answered in a strange way. The next second, he felt something stabbed into his neck...
"Ah..."
Song Yu collapsed.
Hao Youqian's body also returned to his head.
Looking at the people on the ground, Mr. Hao also wanted to laugh.
This man was not afraid of anything when he went to settle accounts with Bing Bing. Now that it is his turn, he will...
Tsk.
Boring.
Mr. Hao threw the pebbles out of the window and bent down to feel Song Yu's pulse.
After confirming that the person was just fainting, he left.
He easily turned off the light for him.
Although he does not need to pay the electricity bill, electricity is also a resource, right?
...
After leaving Song Yu's house, Hao Youqian went to the cabin of the next destined person [Grudge].
As a top musician, Wang Changshuai has a lot of business orders in his hands.
Now he has opened his own media company, and there are many anchors under him, but he firmly controls the valuable orders.
Therefore, he basically has to go on the air every night.
When he went to the mountain, two of the four big boxes he brought were his equipment, and he had all kinds of props, including a teleprompter used by the announcer.
Because he has a bad memory, he often cannot remember what goods he wants to bring. When he is at the bottom of the mountain, he has an assistant, but when he is on the mountain, he can only rely on the computer.
Normally, Qin Mengmeng would help him make a table and arrange the things to be broadcast in advance, but today, Qin Mengmeng was halfway through it when she heard him chatting with Bai Linlang on WeChat. I was so happy that I immediately became angry.
"Do you have so much to talk about? Haven't you talked enough during the day?" Qin Mengmeng didn't want to maliciously speculate on a girl, so she only pointed the finger at her boyfriend: "Miss Bai has a fiancé!"
Wang Changshuai raised his head, thinking of the oath he made in the back mountain in the afternoon. The guiltier he felt, the louder his voice became: "You think everyone is like you, doing other things besides falling in love every day, right?"
Qin Mengmeng laughed in anger, her fingers trembling: "Are you comparing me to her?"
Wang Changshuai spread his hands and blew a whistle, thinking he was very handsome: "I didn't say that, and... to be honest, Mengmeng, why do you compare with others? I have a young lady with a sweet voice, but not What a shelf."
"You..." Wang Changshuai's eyes swept her up and down several times, and he sneered: "Besides taking care of me, what else will you do?"
With a buzz, Qin Mengmeng's whole head was about to explode.
She looked at him blankly, wanting to cry, but she felt that he was not worthy of her wasting her tears.