Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 118 Three Magical Ways to Improve Your Grades (3)

Song Yuesheng glanced at Qianyan indifferently and took out a few more A4 papers from the black cloth bag.

"Qianyan, full name Yuan Qianyan. She comes from a family of scholars and has studied abroad. She has a half-sister, Yuan Qian. Her father is partial to her, and even though she has acquired a lot of knowledge, she is not taken seriously..."

"Enough, stop talking!" Qianyan covered her head.

Why does a bitch who came from a brothel and was born to an aunt have the right to bully her?

She is the only one in the Yuan family who escaped the punishment of reincarnation. She is the winner. That bitch Yuan Qian is not as good as her!

"Your sister Yuan Qian broke your father's antique vase and put the blame on you. In the cold winter, when water turns to ice, you were driven out of the Yuan family penniless..."

"I told you to stop talking!"

There was flames of anger in Qianyan's eyes, and she looked at Song Yuesheng as if he were a dead object.

She crossed her hands and then suddenly dropped them, roared towards the sky, and her tied hair instantly came loose.

His face was as pale as lacquer, his lips were as red as blood, and his fingernails were long and thin.

A strong wind arose with her as the center and blew continuously in all directions.

Students at H University have studied scientific materialism for more than ten years. The concept of ghosts and gods is just an image in movies and TV shows, but the scene before them cannot be explained by science at all.

In an instant, they all disappeared.

Song Yuesheng signaled to Ju Xiaopang to pick up all the mobile phones of the students who were live streaming.

If no one watches the next scene, why would she act in the movie?

"Xiao Jiangzi, aren't you going to run?"

"She can't beat you." Jiang Yuchuan took her hand and looked at her worriedly, "Shengsheng, if you use those things in front of Aunt Song and the others..."

Song Yuesheng smiled meaningfully: "Don't worry, the hermit has a good plan. Don't forget, you still have to help me."

If possible, Jiang Yuchuan didn't want to agree to help her.

It is true that long pain is not as good as short pain, but if the emotions are deep, there is no difference between knowing it early and knowing it at the latest. The pain will always be with you until the moment of death.

At least that's how it works for him.

Fortunately, Shengsheng's plan did not include him.

"It's time now, the two of you stop being so affectionate and run!"

Zhao Youting complained that the two of them did not know what to prioritize, and she grabbed Song Yuesheng's hand and ran, but she was not as strong as Song Yuesheng, so she failed to pull her, and was instead held by her and prevented from running.

Oh my god.

The rumor that women in love have zero IQ is indeed true.

Your life is almost gone, why don’t you run!

At this moment, two human walls blocked the strong wind.

"Don't be afraid, your father and I will protect you and your friends."

Song Yuesheng looked at Gu Huilan who was standing in front of him. His shoulders were shaking, but he still had to pretend to be strong in front of her.

The smile was forced, but it comforted her.

Song Ling hugged Gu Huilan's shoulders tightly: "Xiao Yue, let's talk about your matter after we are all safe."

All parents in the world are the same.

Song Yuesheng turned the Netherworld Ring, waved his hands to seal, and curled the corners of his lips: "Don't worry, we will all be safe."

The words fell.

"puff!"

There was a sound of blood spurting.

The wind suddenly stopped.

Zhao Youting was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She patted Song Yuesheng's arm vigorously: "Little...little...little..."

"I saw."

Song Ling and Gu Huilan turned around in confusion.

They saw the fake woman falling to the ground with a dagger stuck in her stomach, and the man holding the dagger was Murong Lou, the only son of the Murong family.

[Ding——Mission completed, the host can leave the mission world at any time.]

Blue Sparrow hadn't recovered from the scene of the heroine being killed yet, when a line of words suddenly appeared on the screen and made it jump three feet high in shock.

what? !

Can the mission be completed even if the heroine is killed?

It quickly opened the black cover of the task machine, and the screen of the machine clearly read "Current task value 100%."

Hehe, hehe.

Blue Sparrow smiled with an unspoken smile.

The task machine is very smart and the task value it reports is the progress that Sister Yue has completed.

The heroine was killed and the mission was completed.

Hehehe...

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

Great, another shortcut.

Immediately afterwards, she saw a wisp of black smoke floating out from the body of "Song Yuesheng", revealing Qianyan's original appearance.

Qianyan was wearing a cheongsam and sat on the ground listlessly.

In a moment, two black and white iron chains bound Qianyan's body and tied her hands behind her back.

At the end of the chain were two figures, one black and one white. They were the Black and White Impermanence who sent dead souls to the Netherworld, and were also the Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai mentioned by Zuiyue.

"Manager Yu said that anyone who catches the ghost messenger Song Yuesheng who refused to pay in the Ghost Tower can enjoy the game for free for a month. Come with us brothers."

"There is a saying in human history that goes, 'It is a blessing to help others.' If you help us, you are helping the ghosts."

Song Yuesheng curled her lips. She had already returned the money.

Don’t these two ghosts have internet access?

"Meow!"

The orange cat hunched its body, bared its fangs, and growled at the two ghosts.

Why is Lord Yanjun’s cat here?

Is the adult here too?

The Black and White Impermanence looked at each other, then quickly pulled Qianyan away.

They didn't want to meet and talk with Lord Yama. Every time they went to Lord Yama's Palace to report to him, they felt that their lifespan was shortened by several years.

At the same time, Murong Lou suddenly let go of the dagger and took a few steps back in panic.

"Vice President Murong, you killed someone."

Gu Huilan was so scared that she quickly walked over and pulled Song Yuesheng behind her. How could Xiaoyue say such things in front of a murderer? Wasn’t she afraid of being stabbed?

"I didn't kill her. I don't know what happened. I became like this when I came to my senses."

Murong Lou wiped the blood off his hands and stared at the person behind Gu Huilan. He explained in a panic, "Song Yuesheng, you know I can't kill her."

"I don't know. And..." Song Yuesheng took a step to the side, his eyes curved into crescents, "You recognized the wrong person, I am not Song Yuesheng."

Then she tore off a mask from her face, revealing a completely unfamiliar appearance.

Everyone was stunned.

Jiang Yuchuan seemed to be thinking about something. It turned out that Shengsheng asked him for his contact information for this reason.

"Xiao...Xiao Yue, your face..."

Gu Huilan swallowed and reached out to touch it with concern, but Song Yuesheng dodged her.

She smiled at Gu Huilan apologetically: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I'm not your daughter. Your daughter Song Yuesheng was kidnapped and killed by a girl named Qianyan two months ago. Before she died, she entrusted me to catch Qianyan and bring her to justice. I didn't expect..."

Song Yuesheng looked at the body that had stopped breathing, shook his head and sighed with regret.

Gu Huilan's pupils dilated, she staggered a few steps, and was embraced by Song Ling.

She covered her heart, her voice trembling: "If you are not Xiaoyue, why did you..."

"I have always been loyal to people who have entrusted me with this. I promised Miss Song that I would help her find the murderer, and the unsuspected person is your daughter.

Jiang Yuchuan loves Miss Song deeply. Apart from him, I can’t think of anyone other than you and Mr. Song who would be most likely to believe me and be so dedicated to avenging Miss Song.

He is an insider and told me a lot of things. If you don’t believe it, you can ask him. ”

Gu Huilan seemed to have grasped the last straw, tears flashed in her eyes, and she stared at Jiang Yuchuan intently.

Jiang Yuchuan pursed his lips again and again, lowered his head, was silent for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Song."