Spirit Boss - 1. Impact (on)

Holding the largest Sprite bottle in the supermarket, Wang Xiaoming walked silently on the way home, crying in the wind.

The night breeze blew tears to both sides of his cheeks and air dried.

The music on the phone is playing over and over again.

Daolang’s rough voice was especially hoarse in the dark–

“You are my lover, a woman like a rose…”

The hand holding the Sprite bottle shook, Wang Xiaoming bit his lower lip and sucked his nose hard.

He hates women, and even more hates women like roses, and most hates the woman like roses nestled in Chang Haitao’s arms!

“Use your fiery lips to make me feel endless ecstasy at midnight…”

The singing continued.

Wang Xiaoming hypnotized himself desperately. The woman was ecstasy with Daolang just now, was ecstatic with Daolang…

“Xiao Ming. Are you back?” The landlord poked his head out of the window on the first floor, “Are you free tonight, my daughter’s math…” Her voice was when she saw the two red walnuts on his face. Automatically silence, “She can solve it by herself. You should rest more.”

Wang Xiaoming flattened his mouth and yelled in a low voice, “Aunt Zhang.”

…

“Hey.” The landlord’s good mood of winning more than 50 yuan in mahjong in the afternoon was all ruined in this crying “Auntie Zhang”, “Go upstairs.”

Wang Xiaoming responded low and slowly went upstairs.

He discovered that he had unusual feelings for Chang Haitao when he was a junior, and it was also at that time that he resolutely moved out of school. Fortunately, the landlord sees that he often tuitions math for his daughter. The rent is not expensive, and there is more than a monthly subsidy for tutoring.

The rented house is on the third floor. The lights in the corridor have been broken for several years. Everyone is walking upstairs and downstairs in the moonlight.

Wang Xiaoming walked to the door familiarly. He was taking out the key and preparing to open the door. A burst of strong light flashed through his chest, as if he was shot through by something, and his whole person was knocked into the wall.

…

Wang Xiaoming stared at the moon outside, waiting for it to be covered by the alien flying saucer, and then dropped an ET.

But he waited for a long time, until his eyes became more and more painful, the moon still hung on it gracefully.

He touched his chest to make sure that there was no big hole there, then touched the Sprite, and after making sure that it was intact, he quickly opened the door and entered the house, closed the door and locked it.

Since childhood, he has been unlucky.

He walked into a telephone pole, was splashed with water, stepped on dog shit, eaten flies, cockroaches, and hair. Nine out of ten things were bad, and the rest was fake…In short, his life was a bad book. He must have been unlucky for anyone else. Whenever others haven’t been unlucky, he will probably also be unlucky. The rest will definitely be encountered in the future.

——This is an experience talk.

So although what happened just now was very bizarre, he looked in the mirror and found that there was no change in his body, so he quickly put it behind his head.

Today I just entangled Chang Haitao and Haitao’s wife. They didn’t eat anything at the party, and their stomachs were panicking with hunger. Wang Xiaoming took out the hard bread that had been left for three days, took two bites, poured another cup of Sprite, and walked to the balcony.

“Memorialize my lost love.”

He flipped his palm and spilled the Sprite down.

“Damn! Who peeed on Lao Tzu’s head?!” a voice roared below.

Wang Xiaoming immediately squatted down, thought about it, and squeezed his throat and exclaimed, “It’s not urine, it’s wine!”

“Don’t fucking lie! Which wine is still bubbling?!”

“beer.”

“…Liar, sweet!”

“How do you know?” Wang Xiaoming was startled, revealing his original voice.

The man sneered: “Huh, want to lie to Lao Tzu? No way! Lao Tzu licked on the ground.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming was shocked by his knowledge-seeking spirit as great as Li Shizhen.

Suddenly, the man vomited three mouthfuls, “What is my nerve, I actually lick the ground. It’s all you instigated by the brat, you come down with me, brat!”

Who is going down at this time, who is a fool.

Wang Xiaoming is not only not a fool, but also a coward. So he let the man curse and swear, and tiptoed back to the room.

He sat on the sofa and listened to the man cursing in both Chinese and English for a long time. Finally he was exhausted and said angrily: “Smelly boy, you better not let Lao Tzu recognize you in the future! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will sell you to the silver shop!”

…

There are still selling people these days?

And where is the silver pavilion?

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, turned on the computer, and typed the word Yinguan into Baidu. The variety of silver halls made him look embarrassing. That’s not what that person is referring to.

He looked for it boredly for a while, and finally gave up and turned to the game of Diablo.

Playing BOSS and venting is his biggest hobby in life.

No matter how depressed he was, when he saw Baal slowly fall in front of him, it disappeared.

“Baal! I want to kill you!” Wang Xiaoming’s hand holding the mouse moved quickly.

Although Baal has a lot of skills, it is also the burning of mana, the rotten appendage, and the evil illusion, etc., but for him, this is simply the last blow before his death.

Earth demons, skeletons… a bunch of younger brothers stepped forward to haunt him.

He grinned in front of the screen. Only then did he feel that he was an omnipotent warrior.

“Bal…huh…”

“What are you doing?” the strange male voice asked with a smile behind him.

“Fight Barr.” Wang Xiaoming replied smoothly.

…

After three seconds, the hand holding the mouse froze.

…

For five seconds, he was hesitant to turn his head.

Although he had never encountered a ghost during his unlucky half of his life, his unlucky degree has always kept pace with the times.

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At ten seconds, he decided to look back.

Maybe it was just his auditory hallucinations.

It is said that people who are broken in love have many strange symptoms, and auditory hallucinations are already very mild symptoms.

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At eighteen seconds, his head turned thirty degrees.

…

A minute later, he finally discovered that the original auditory hallucinations and hallucinations were brothers.

On the sofa, a tall and thin man in a black suit was tilting Erlang’s legs, his thick black hair was slightly curled, and his shoulders were hanging down. The purely westernized face was with aristocratic decadence, and he was looking at him with a smile.

If he was in the movie, Wang Xiaoming might have an admiring eye. After all, this man is outstanding in appearance and temperament. But… this is his home. And this person came out inexplicably.

“I want to ask a question…” He swallowed.

The man raised his eyebrows.

“Do you… have a shadow?”

The man shook his head.

“Oh.” Wang Xiaoming rolled his eyes and fainted.

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes.

The ceiling is still the ceiling, and that lamp can still only light up one bulb.

This is his home. Just had a boring dream.

Wang Xiaoming got up in peace and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When passing by the living room, he saw that the man was still sitting there in his original posture, and smiled at him leisurely, “Get up?”

“…” He didn’t see anything, it was an illusion, it was an illusion!

Wang Xiaoming continued to walk in the direction of the bathroom.

As soon as he stepped into the bathroom, he found that the scenery in front of him changed and he returned to the living room.

…

He walked again without giving up.

The result is still the same.

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Could this be the legendary…Ghost hit the wall!

Wang Xiaoming trembled. The sun is shining outside, but the ghosts are rampant in his house… This is really a black humorous tragedy.

“I forgot to tell you that I hate others ignoring my existence.” The person’s smile gradually cooled.

Wang Xiaoming knelt down with a bang, and yelled vigorously: “I have an eighty-year-old mother and an eight-month-old child underneath. As a stand-in, it is really the next choice, the second choice among the defective products! So don’t look for me. Please… as long as you agree, I will burn a house for you… and a car… …And beautiful women…and delicious…”

The man watched him slowly, until he broke down and cried.

“Done?”

“What do you want?” Wang Xiaoming burst into tears. Although he was unlucky in life, he was alive anyway, and he didn’t want to die so early.

“I am not a ghost.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming raised his head tearfully, looked at him suspiciously, and sobbed: “Then what are you?”

“Barr.”

…

That ugly guy with tentacles in the game?

Wang Xiaoming secretly contrasted with the one in front of him in his heart.

It should be the same name.

Barr smiled grimly, “Although I am not a ghost, I like to kill people more than ghosts. If you look at me like this again, I don’t guarantee that you can restrain it.”

Wang Xiaoming swallowed quietly, “Then what are you?”

Barr put his foot down and leaned forward. A pair of black wings spread out from behind him, immediately covering the wall of his house, “What do you say I am?”

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“Fallen Angel?!” Wang Xiaoming’s eyes widened. The world is crazy, and Barr can be an angel too.

Baldao: “Although I disdain to be an angel, compared with ghosts, this race can still be accepted by me reluctantly.”

“Then why did you come to my house?” Wang Xiaoming was a little bolder. After all, the fallen angel occupies the word angel, which is much more holy and lovely than ghosts. “be lost?”

“Do you think I look like a fool who gets lost?”

“It’s not like.” Wang Xiaoming knows what it means to know the current affairs as a handsome man.

Barr stood up and stared at him condescendingly: “You don’t have to ask me why I came to your house or how long I will stay. You just have to remember one thing. From now on, I will fix that Chang Haitao immediately. I want you to love it to the death immediately, right away!”

“…” Wang Xiaoming finally understood that there is no most shock, only more shock. Not only did Barr become an angel, he also became Cupid II.