My Ghost Lover Is Too Annoying

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Chen Ming’s stamina was stupendous. His

adrenaline surged when he was being chased, and he ran as fast as a rabbit.

Seeing that Chen Ming ran further, he

stopped and yelled something.

Chen Ming thought the man was

venting before giving up. He turned and said proudly, “I told you not to

chase. Look, you are suffering…”

“Chen Ming!

Stop!” Zhou Nan looked ahead and suddenly warned.

Chen Ming thought there was a

tree, but when turning around, he saw things a hundred times more terrifying

than a tree: five or six men were on the slope. They were holding sickles and looked

fierce.

Alright, he turned to his partners for help,

fair enough.

The movies were all fake. Only a protagonist

could beat several enemies by himself. Chen Ming analyzed the situation

rationally and found it was not in his favor.

A great man knew when to yield and

when not. He squeezed a smile and raised his hands to surrender, “Eh… Gentlemen, let’s talk about this peacefully.”

Those men didn’t buy it. They slowly

approached and circled him.

“I mean no harm.” Chen

Ming said seriously.

The first man came over gasping,

violently pulled Chen Ming’ s collar, and put the sickle on his neck.

Chen Ming was shocked to see

such an aggressive move. He prepared to be beaten but didn’t expect they would take

his life. He was calm, allowing the cold blade to move on his delicate skin and

repeated, “Calm down, I mean no harm.”

“Chen Ming!” Zhou

Nan wasn’t so calm. Regardless of whether they could hear him, he walked

behind the man threatening Chen Ming and demanded, “Let him go!”

The man didn’t hear Zhou Nan and was

still emotional. He cursed Chen Ming and tightened the sickle. The

blade cut the skin, and blood came out.

Zhou Nan moved before Chen Ming. He grabbed the man’s neck and yelled ferociously, “Let him go!”

In a sense, ghosts were spiritual beings, and they were so powerful that they could influence the physical world.

As for “good” and “bad,” it was determined by the mind. Without

the restriction of the body, it was easy for them to turn into fierce ghosts,

even faster for timid ghosts.

Zhou Nan’ s skin turned light blue from the fingertips. His eyes

were blurry and gradually turned pitch black, like a fierce ghost.

Chen Ming realized that he had a bloodthirst now.

The man couldn’t breathe, and his

face turned pale.

Chen Ming’s heart skipped a beat,

“Stop!” He shouted at Zhou Nan.

Zhou Nan halted as if Chen Ming’s voice

passed through his body, and suddenly came to his senses. Loosening his grip, Zhou Nan stepped back and looked blankly at his palms. The blue faded

away, and he was stunned by the sudden change.

Fortunately, Chen Ming cried timely

and stopped Zhou Nan from killing. Chen Ming was relieved and pretended he

was talking to the man with the sickle, “Stop it. A life for a life. ”

He stared at Zhou Nan anxiously

and gave him a warning glare.

The pun was obvious to Zhou Nan.

The man sweated, wondering where the

panic, throbbing, and suffocation came from. He hesitated and put down the rusty

sickle, but did not let Chen Ming go.

One of them who spoke mandarin

questioned Chen Ming, “What do you want to do on the mountain?”

Chen Ming reacted quickly and

replied casually, “To travel, the scenery here is good.”

“There are no attractions on the

mountain, but only ancestral graves of our village. Outsiders are not allowed

in.” He said coldly, allowing no rebuttal or doubt.

Chen Ming was surprised. Soon, he nodded

and apologized sincerely, “I’m sorry, I didn’ t understand what they said.

I was reckless. If you could let me go, I promise not to come again.”

The men winked at each other and seemed to agree on something. They pushed Chen Ming down the mountain until they put him

in a car downtown.

As the door closed, an unruly

look appeared on Chen Ming’s face. He snorted with disdain, “Won’t come

again? Wait and see.”