Dying in the Male Lead’s Arms Every Time I Transmigrate

Shi Qi closed his eyes and opened them again, the same thing in front of him.

The figure of a young girl faintly appeared on the elderly body of the grandma, with long black hair spreading behind him, but he could not see his face, but he felt very young.

He turned to Lichun to the side, as if it were almost the same.

With the grandma's beckoning, the young figure beckoned at the same time, sometimes blending into one, sometimes separated, clearly visible.

Seeing Qi stayed there still, Ning Meng walked down by herself, holding her reading glasses, and looking closer, "What are you in a daze?"

How come my grandson is so good-looking, and when he will become more capable in the future, there must be a large number of fans.

Shi Qi almost choked his breath, he clearly saw that slender hand fell on his head, but it was the same as his usual touch.

Ning Meng touched his head, "Little fool. What's the name of this weasel."

Shi Qi froze. Hearing the question, he stumbled and said: "Xiao, Xiao Huang..."

Seeing his nervous, scared and tangled face, Ning Meng was a little suspicious. Don't be scared by ghosts today. The future is so powerful. Will they be scared by ghosts when they are young?

She coaxed: "Is Xiao Seventeen scared today? Aren't you afraid of having grandma, no monsters or monsters will work."

The weasel hugged her leg. They like femininity best, can detect the difference, and look at Shi Qi hummingly.

Shi Qi actually saw the gloat in his eyes.

He glanced at the two overlapping figures, finally clenched a fist, ran upstairs without saying a word, and disappeared into the corridor.

Ning Meng let go and asked the system, "What's wrong with him?"

The system is also not sure: "Maybe you have your own little secret?"

Ning Meng thought for a while, as if the answer was reasonable.

Shi Qi didn't sleep all night.

As he was lying on the bed, he wondered over and over again, what was going on, or was it the way it was, he couldn't see it before?

But another shadow appeared on a person. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he knew it was definitely not the shadow of grandma...

I don't know how long it has passed, and the sky is dim.

There was a loud cock cry from outside.

When Shi Qi got up from the bed, the weasel nestled at the foot of his bed, sleeping soundly with one leg of the bed, almost about to snore.

Seeing it like this, Shi Qi put on his gloves and touched it quietly.

The weasel seemed to feel it, turned over, opened his stomach, and continued to sleep.

He scratched its stomach again.

After several times, the weasel showed signs of waking up, and Shi Qi did not dare to touch it again and went to the bathroom to wash.

His face was reflected in the mirror, and there were two dark circles under his eyes.

Shi Qi looked closer. He was alone, Lichun Lixia was also alone, and Uncle was also alone.

Only grandma... or is the old man more special?

After washing, he went to the Shi's mansion with a question about his head. The mansion was as quiet as ever, making him ponder.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Shi Cong at the corner.

Shi Cong, who hadn't seen Shi Qi's shadow for many days, suddenly got excited, "Hey, shameless, staying at our house forever!"

His chubby face made a grimace and looked very strange.

Shi Qi wasn't angry either, just pointed to him and said softly, "There is someone next to you."

"Who?" Shi Cong was suspicious, turned his head to look at nothing, and laughed: "Don't talk nonsense, there will be no ghosts in the mansion."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he thought of the last time his grandmother was said to have hit a ghost and got sick, and he became a little scared.

Shi Qi looked at him innocently, "He is looking at you."

Perhaps his tone was too normal, Shi Cong was a little suspicious, twisted his chubby body and moved a little distance, staring nervously at the original position.

When he recovered, Shi Qi had already disappeared here.

The room in the basement was burning with a fine incense.

Shi Shanjin works calmly, steadily and steadily, and is extremely concerned about Feng Shui.The old man chose him to do this job, and the more aggressive second son went into business.

As soon as he came in, Shi Qi saw him sitting there writing, the atmosphere made him unable to speak, so he decided to ask after drawing the symbols.

"Here?" Shi Shanjin raised his head straight after making the final stroke, "Sit down. Your task this morning is to finish this picture."

He picked up a talisman from the table. The bright red character was printed on the bright yellow paper, but Qi didn't recognize the character and looked like a painting.

He gestured silently in his heart, only the size of his two palms, it should be easy to finish the painting.

The children's thoughts are printed on their faces.

Shi Shanjin saw it through but didn't say it, smiled, and handed him the tool, "You have to learn to practice calligraphy. I remember there are courses in school."

Shi Qi nodded silently.

The school is indeed open, and every day you have to go to class and finish the task before school is over. Not everyone has signed up. Only he and another person in their class have signed up for the calligraphy class.

The brush is tailor-made for him, and holds it just right.

Shi Qi lay there, dipped in special red ink, and traced it stroke by stroke like this charm.

I thought easily, but the first stroke was broken and crooked.

He looked at Shi Shanjin with a little embarrassment.

Shi Shanjin didn't blame it, but said: "After the painting is finished. No matter how bad it is, you have to finish the whole picture. You start when you write down, and you have to seal it at the end."

Painting symbols pay attention to the outline, but in fact not everyone can do it. In this era of forgotten feng shui, the requirements have become simple, the most common are the beginning and the end.

At the beginning, the specifier has a special one, without closing the end, and the qi inside runs out. This character is equivalent to waste paper.

Shi Shanjin can do a stroke of sketching himself, and wants Shi Qi to do it, but he still needs to make a step-by-step approach and start simple at first.

Hearing this, Shi Qi got serious.

Only when you really know how difficult it is to draw a symbol, you have to be careful at every turning point, otherwise it will be broken. There is also a stroke that he has just drawn, and it feels like a long journey.

The arm is a bit sore.

Shi Qi pressed his lips, not daring to relax, and followed the drawing carefully. When the last hook was in the middle, his arm almost didn't support it.

He raised his arm with his left hand, shaking the last stroke down.

The character is finished.

There was joy in Shi Qi's eyes, and he quickly put down the brush, picked up the yellow symbol, and observed it in front of his own eyes.

Comparing with the uncle's completeness, just like masters and untalented students, the frustration soared.

Shi Qi was a little depressed.

Ever since he came to Shi's house, he has always thought that one day he will be better than everyone and live better than everyone.

But now, even a symbol is not well drawn.

Shi Shanjin didn't know when he came to him, his eyes fell on the talisman in his hand, and he took it with him, expressionless, "It's okay. You can go back to school after all."

Shi Qi stood up, thinking about his own problem again.

"Do you have something to ask?" Shi Shanjin noticed.

Shi Qi nodded, "If what a person sees is different from him..."

Realizing that the description was wrong, he paused, thought about it again, and said, "For example, the aunt yesterday, if I saw a man in her body, what would it be?"

It should be about the same. Grandma's body is very young, about the same size as Lichun Lixia.

Shi Shanjin didn't expect that this was what he was asking. He pondered for a moment and replied: "This general situation is possession, but other situations are not excluded."

"Other circumstances?" Shi Qi repeated.

Shi Shan nodded, "Lonely souls and wild ghosts love possession to re-experience life in this world, but in this case, the possessed person does not live long. The other situation is also considered possession, but it is more special. The possessed person is dead, and the wild ghost enters the body within a short time after death. Sometimes it is also called a corpse."

Shi Qi was confused and asked, "Uncle, can you see this?"

Shi Shanjin touched his head, "Do you think your eyes are very common?"

For thousands of years, there hasn’t been one, and more of them are fictitious. When Shi Qi had these eyes, he didn’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

The answer did not relieve Shi Qi, but raised his mind.

Shi Qi asked again: "Are wild ghosts good or bad?"

Faced with this problem, Shi Shanjin made a difference. After a long time, he said: "The difference between good and bad depends on the situation. It may be good for you or bad for others. If a wild ghost can live in the world, there must be something he wants to end. ."

He once saw a wild ghost, because he couldn't let go of his new wife, borrowing the body of another person who had just died to resurrect him, and when the body was no longer good, he changed to another one.

In the end, he went astray and directly possessed a normal person, affecting the lives of others.

Shi Qi came up with questions one by one. After he came to Shi's house, did he meet behind him or before he was possessed?

He asked carefully: "Then if I only see one figure, is this person possessed dead or possessed alive?"

Shi Shanjin asked, "What you saw yesterday is the answer you want."

Shi Qi was stunned, recalling the scene of yesterday.

He was only looking at the figure of the weasel at that time, as if vaguely seeing a transparent and weak figure...

"The actions taken by the possession are different from those of me. The weasel is only in her body and didn't do anything with her body. It is usually Liu Yunyun himself." Seeing him full of doubts, Shi Shanjin took the initiative to speak.

He asked with interest: "Why, did you see such a person?"

Shi Qi hurriedly shook his head, "No...no."

Seeing his rare panic, Shi Shanjin knew that he must have seen something but didn't want to say it. He didn't ask again. As long as he didn't endanger his family, no one said he would take the initiative.

There is much more this child wants to see.

Shi Qi left the mansion in despair with the answer he received, and walked back to the small building, feeling very worried.

According to the uncle, there is no doubt that there is a wild ghost on her grandma.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw his grandma and the weasel on the sofa.

He slowed down and got closer, the figure above was still there, doing exactly the same movements as the grandmother's body.

"... Generally it is possession..." The uncle's words came to mind again, "...Generally, his actions are different..."

He understood what the uncle meant. The movements he saw a long time ago were the same as those of grandma now.

It means that grandma is gone.

Shi Qi was in a complicated mood. It turned out that his grandma had passed away a long time ago, and it was only a wild ghost that was good to him...

He still remembered seeing a vague figure once before. Thinking about it now, it should be almost the same as it is now, but he couldn't see it at the time.

Ning Meng turned her head when she heard the voice, and saw Shi Qi, "Have you come back?"

After she had said this, Shi Qi suddenly turned around and ran upstairs. He appeared in the corridor not long after, and then disappeared behind the door of the room.

Seeing him running off the ground, Ning Meng glared and wondered to the system: "What happened to the kid today? Don't call my grandma anymore."

It was the same after last night, and finally ran upstairs. He didn't look like a good grandson at all. It was a bit sour.

The system said: "Are you addicted to being a grandmother?"

Ning Meng said with a smile, "What a sense of accomplishment being a grandma!"

After a long time, she sighed faintly: "Oh, I am about to become a lonely empty nest old man."

The system did not speak.

She slapped a weasel and rubbed its tail, "Little Huang, why did you say that the grandson ignored us?"

The weasel shook its tail.

Shi Qi panted, leaning against the door, and his heart thumped.

Although thinking that the wild ghost didn't harm him and was good to him, he still couldn't stop being a little scared.

It didn't take long for me to open the door gently. The living room below can be seen from the corridor, but not from the sofa.

Shi Qi couldn't help but went to the top of the stairs again, leaning on the wall to look.

I decided to observe this wild ghost.

See what she wants to do.

a little nervous.

Still a little...excited?

——"The Little Diary that Shi Qi Secretly Hidden"