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Chapter 3 This old guy doesn’t look like a good person

"What's going on?" Chen Heng squatted on the ground and sniffed Xiao He's breath.

Fortunately, I can still breathe.

It's just that Xiaohe's current state is no different from that of a vegetative state.

Apart from panting, he can't do anything else.

"I don't know, Xiaohe suddenly collapsed while holding the chicken soup." A cook looked horrified and clutched the corners of her clothes.

"Master, I think Xiao He is obsessed with ghosts." Another cook said cautiously.

"Exactly the same as you before..."

Before she could finish speaking, a maid next to her pinched her.

The cook quickly shut her mouth.

"What happened!" Chen Fugui walked into the kitchen in a hurry and saw Chen Heng squatting on the ground.

"Son! Are you ready?"

"Dad, don't talk about me first, do you think what happened to Xiao He?" Chen Heng picked up Xiao He who was on the ground.

"This... seems to be the same as you did a few days ago?" Chen Fugui was also a little confused.

"I see, Xiao He is obsessed with ghosts~" A sultry voice came from behind Chen Fugui.

Chen Heng looked past Chen Fugui and looked behind him.

A woman in gorgeous clothes and holding a pipe in her hand came over.

Chen Heng had the impression that this man was a prostitute his father bought from a brothel, named Xu Qingyan.

This girl has been non-stop since she walked in, trying every possible way to please him and Chen Fugui.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this woman is just waiting for Chen Fugui to die to make money.

"How did you tell?" Chen Heng stared straight at Xu Qingyan.

The look in his eyes didn't look like he was lusting after her body, but rather like a hungry wolf that chose people to lust after.

Xu Qingyan felt uncomfortable being stared at by Chen Heng, and hurriedly hid behind Chen Fugui.

"This has happened to us in Baihua Building before."

"What happened next?" Chen Heng continued to ask.

"Later we asked Taoist Qingliang to rescue the person, but the price of tea was more expensive." Xu Qingyan shrank his neck and stopped holding the pipe in his mouth.

"Taoist Qingliang?" Chen Fugui was stunned.

"Dad, do you know this person?" Chen Heng turned to look at Chen Fugui.

"Of course I know, he is in the main hall now."

"Weren't you obsessed by ghosts at that time? I was looking for someone to save you."

"Let's go see him." Chen Heng put Xiao He on his shoulders and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

"That's right, I gave you the money and it's not in vain..." Chen Fugui nodded, quite agreeing with Chen Heng's approach.

Although Xiaohe is just a hothouse girl, she has been playing with Chen Heng since childhood.

Chen Fugui can understand some feelings.

Soon, Chen Fugui led Chen Heng into the main hall.

"Hey, Master Chen is here." Sitting in the main hall, a thin man with old wrinkles on his face was drinking tea.

"Please, Master Qingliang, please help our family once. The money for tea will definitely be indispensable."

Chen Fugui sat in the passenger seat next to Taoist Qingliang with a smile on his face.

This Taoist Qingliang is a well-known monk in the surrounding area, and the Chen family cannot afford to offend him.

"Well, let me take a look." Taoist Qingliang raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Chen Heng who was carrying Xiao He.

"Ok?"

Taoist Qingliang's eyes widened and he looked Chen Heng up and down.

But the next second, he returned to his previous calm appearance.

"This little girl's soul was taken away by a wild ghost. All she needs is to summon her soul."

Taoist Qingliang took a sip of tea and tapped his fingers on the table.

"I understand." Chen Fugui immediately understood and took out a 200-tael banknote from his inner pocket.

"You always smile."

"Sensible." Taoist Qingliang moved his fingers slightly, and the banknote in Chen Fugui's hand disappeared immediately.

This move shocked Chen Fugui, and he was now even more convinced that the Qingliang Taoist in front of him was not someone to be trifled with.

"Collect people's money and eliminate disasters for them."

Taoist Qingliang put down his tea cup and took out a bronze bell.

I saw him holding the bell with two fingers and shaking it slightly, and the dull bell sounded.

After a few seconds, Chen Heng felt that Xiaohe on his shoulder seemed to move.

"That's enough." Taoist Qingliang began to drink tea again.

"Master?" Xiao He, who was lying on Chen Heng's shoulder, opened his eyes and looked up at Chen Heng.

"Ah! Master, put me down quickly, how can I let you carry me!"

Xiao He struggled on Chen Heng's shoulder, but was completely unable to shake Chen Heng.

"Is everything okay now?" Chen Heng frowned. No matter how he looked at this Taoist Qingliang, he looked like a charlatan.

The key is that his summoning of souls is so easy.

It was as if he had released Xiao He's soul.

"Of course it's simple, he's just a little devil."

"Okay, it's time for the old Taoist to rest." After saying that, Taoist Qingliang stood up and walked out of the main hall.

"As expected of a monk..." Chen Fugui's eyes were full of envy and desire.

"It's a pity that your father and I are too old, otherwise I would also like to try it."

Sighing, Chen Fugui patted Chen Heng on the shoulder.

"Er smash, get closer to Taoist Master Qingliang more often. What if he is willing to teach you how to do it?"

"Then our Chen family will be prosperous."

Chen Heng said nothing, he always felt something was wrong.

Villa, guest room.

Taoist Qingliang was sitting on the bed, and a gorgeously dressed woman was beating his legs.

"Master Dao, how long will it take for the two of us to empty out the Chen family?"

That woman was Xu Qingyan. She was half lying on Taoist Qingliang's lap, her clothes half undressed and extremely charming.

"No hurry, no rush." ​​Taoist Qingshan stroked his beard.

"This is still a small matter for the Chen family. Master Dao, I still have serious things to do."

"I know that your white stiffness will turn into hairy stiffness soon, and you need a lot of blood essence."

Xu Qingyan pursed her lips and smiled, beating her legs even harder.

"When you perform the blood sacrifice, don't forget me, my little girl. I still want to serve the Taoist Master all year round~"

"I can't forget you, I can't forget you." Qingliang Taoist smiled and put his big hand directly into Xu Qingyan's clothes.

"Yeah~"

"Master Dao, please be gentle..."

Amidst the creaking, night falls quietly.

Chen Heng, who had been lying on the bed half asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What does it smell like?"

This smell was somewhat familiar to him, and he seemed to have smelled it on Xiao He.

Chen Heng climbed out of bed, put on a coat and walked towards the source of the smell.

"It came from the main room!"

Chen Heng was shocked, his father lived in the main house!

Walking to the main door, the smell became stronger and stronger.

Without thinking much, Chen Heng directly opened the door of the main room.

The scene in front of him shocked Chen Heng.

I saw a green little ghost lying on Chen Fugui, sucking something.

Seeing Chen Heng walking in, the little ghost screamed and rushed towards him.

"Fuck!"

Chen Heng was startled and instinctively mobilized the ink-black flames in his body.

In an instant, Chen Heng's entire body was enveloped in ink-black flames, like a black phoenix bathed in flames.

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