Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

"Puff!"

After hearing Xiao Wu's report, Liang Xiong suddenly spit out coffee, which was all over his body.

The bodyguard next to him was shocked and hurried over to help Liang Xiong wipe it with a handkerchief.

"Get lost!"

Liang Xiong yelled at them, and the bodyguards looked at each other, a little at a loss for a moment, but finally returned to their original positions in dismay.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment after hearing it, thinking that Mr. Liang was talking about him.

Liang Xiong also quickly realized that he had lost his composure, and he continued to talk to the phone:

"I'm not telling you... So, you immediately notify Yingxiang Pavilion and ask them to entertain this ghost rider with the highest standards. I will rush back immediately. There must be no mistakes... Otherwise, both you and I will be killed."

After hearing this, Xiao Wu couldn't help but swallow his saliva nervously. It was the first time he saw Mr. Liang so serious. Although he was a hacker and had learned a lot of information about ghost riders, he had never experienced the weight of the title of foreign aid captain.

Now, he really realized that even Liang Xiong, the underground emperor of Dajing City, had to personally receive Jiang Yan, which showed how high his status was.

"I will follow Mr. Liang's orders." Xiao Wu nodded solemnly.

After hanging up Xiao Wu's phone, Liang Xiong sighed and sat on the sofa very tiredly. He didn't even have time to wipe off the ugly coffee stains on his white shirt.

He looked at the dark sky outside the skylight, and his heart was filled with confusion.

The incident happened suddenly, and he really couldn't understand why Jiang Yan, a foreign aid captain, would come to his small Yingxiang Pavilion?

Liang Xiong, who has been dealing with the headquarters for several years, couldn't have been unaware of the status of the headquarters captain. These few people are the ceiling of domestic ghost fighters, and even the top ghost fighters in the world.

From the experience he has summarized over the years, the value of a headquarters captain is even greater than that of an entire city.

And Jiang Yan is the best among the headquarters captains, and has close contacts with Professor Huang, and his status is even more unattainable.

As long as the other party wants, it is as easy to destroy him, the underground emperor, as to crush an ant.

Although he has made friends with some folk ghost fighters in Dajing City in the past few years, and there are also some powerful people in the spiritual circle, these people are simply a world of difference in front of Jiang Yan.

So when Liang Xiong knew that Jiang Yan suddenly visited Yingxiang Pavilion, he was so shocked.

"A captain of Jiang Yan's level should go directly to the headquarters, why would he think of coming to Yingxiang Pavilion?" Liang Xiong was puzzled.

After all, Yingxiang Pavilion and Jiang Yan have nothing to do with each other.

"Could it be that he discovered something..." Liang Xiong seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes became suspicious.

There were indeed some shady deals between him and some folk ghost fighters, but it was not Jiang Yan's turn to deal with such things personally, right?

The more he thought about it, the more headache Liang Xiong felt.

At the same time, he felt more and more worried, because he thought of Yingxiang Pavilion's damn VIP system, which was mainly used to raise the threshold for entering Yingxiang Pavilion and screen customers.

But now Jiang Yan is not a VIP of Yingxiang Pavilion, and he may not even be able to book a private room.

Now, not only did he fail to make friends with this foreign aid captain, he might even anger him.

"Damn it!"

When Liang Xiong thought that Jiang Yan might be turned away by Yingxiang Pavilion, he cursed and hit the coffee machine in front of him.

The bodyguards stood like minions, silent as cicadas. They had never seen Mr. Liang get so angry, and they couldn't help but wonder, who exactly is Jiang Yan?

At the same time, in the lobby on the first floor of Yingxiang Pavilion.

Jiang Yan and the taxi driver were surrounded by a group of tall and strong security guards.

Just as a security guard was about to reach out to pull Jiang Yan's arm, he suddenly felt a chill rising along his bone marrow, and his body trembled involuntarily.

It seemed that if he really did this, he would probably die on the spot.

The other security guards had similar feelings, and the arrogant and domineering aura just now disappeared instantly. They all stared at Jiang Yan in a daze, with unspeakable fear in their eyes.

It seemed that they were not facing a person, but death itself.

Just standing around Jiang Yan, they felt like they were on the verge of death.

The waiter and Wu Feng were a little surprised when they saw this.

"What's wrong? What are you doing? Take them out! Brother Feng is watching!" the waiter hurriedly urged.

But the group of security guards still stood there stupidly, not daring to move at all.

The driver beside him was also stunned. He didn't understand what tricks this little brother used to make the group of security guards as cowardly as quails.

Not far away, Wu Feng took a puff of cigarette, and the originally lightHis expression suddenly became serious, but he still looked calm.

"A ghost rider, huh... all of you go away, you can't handle him." Wu Feng said to the group of security guards.

The group of security guards felt relieved after hearing this, and left quickly, running away in a flash.

"Ghost rider?" The waitress was also a little surprised after hearing this. As a front desk receptionist, she had received so many customers, so she naturally knew a little about ghost riders.

However, she didn't have the ability to distinguish ghost riders. She only knew that the images of these guests were usually weird, and most of them were distinguished guests of Yingxiang Pavilion.

After knowing Jiang Yan's identity as a ghost rider, Wu Feng had to take it seriously. He slowly walked in front of Jiang Yan and looked him up and down:

"So you are a ghost rider... No wonder you were so crazy just now."

Although Wu Feng was a rich young man in Beijing, he was just a mortal body, like an ant in the eyes of a ghost rider. However, facing Jiang Yan, he was not very panicked, and it seemed that he still had a lot of confidence.

"However, there are always people who are better than you. Do you think I have never seen a ghost tamer? Don't think that you can do whatever you want in Dajing City just because you are a ghost tamer. The water here is...deep." Wu Feng laughed awkwardly, took out another cigarette, and continued to smoke.

Jiang Yan watched him perform quietly, his eyes as calm as water.

Wu Feng blew a smoke ring, looked at him with contempt, and said:

"To tell you the truth, my eldest brother is also a ghost tamer, and he is not an ordinary ghost tamer. Today he brought a group of men here, which is why I want to book the whole place."

"A gathering of ghost tamers, do you still dare to be so brave now?" Wu Feng sneered.

At this moment, the phone at the front desk suddenly rang, and the waiter hurried to answer it.

The caller seemed to be a senior manager. The waiter basically didn't say much, and kept nodding there.

After hanging up the phone, she quickly walked to Wu Feng and said:

"Brother Feng, the manager said that the ghost riders who came to Yingxiang Pavilion today are special VIPs and must be treated with the highest standards."

Wu Feng smiled proudly after hearing this, as if saying to Jiang Yan: Did you see it?

Then he turned to the waiter and said:

"Thank your manager for me. Yingxiang Pavilion is quite worldly-wise. No wonder it can make a lot of money."

"Brother Feng, you are too kind. This is what our Yingxiang Pavilion should do." The waiter said with a smile, and her heart was as sweet as eating honey.

This time she was very lucky. Although it was the manager's order, she was the closest person to Brother Feng and the ghost riders. As a waiter, she naturally contributed to their satisfaction.

Wu Feng nodded, not taking the flattery of the waiter to heart. He looked at Jiang Yan and said:

"You are also a ghost rider, it's not good to be so embarrassed. Give him a VIP, this time it's serious."

The waiter became serious after hearing this. Although he was a little reluctant, he still walked to Jiang Yan and said with a professional smile:

"Dear guest, please come over to register your identity information. I will immediately handle the VIP service of Yingxiang Pavilion for you."

The driver beside him was excited after hearing this. Although he didn't know what a ghost rider was, he could become a VIP of Yingxiang Pavilion now. How could he miss this great opportunity?

So he hurriedly urged Jiang Yan:

"Little brother, go quickly! This is a great opportunity!"

However, Jiang Yan still stood there, unmoved, but it was obvious that his face was much gloomier.

Just then, the door of Yingxiang Pavilion was kicked open...