walking ghost

Knowing that there was a problem with that house and that security guard, but under the double pressure of ancestral precepts and conscience, Abao and Sixi went back the same way.

The same road, but colder than the previous trip.

Ah Bao and Sixi looked around from time to time, as if the light of the security flashlight would shine on them inadvertently.

dong dong...

Ah Bao stopped and listened carefully.

dong dong...

"Did you hear any thumping sound?" A Bao asked cautiously.

"I heard it." Sixi whispered, "Isn't it the sound of an adult's heartbeat?"

Ah Bao rubbed his heart and listened for a while, "It's my heartbeat."

Sixi and him let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

thump.

Another sound.

The foot that Ah Bao was about to lift fell back to the original place in an instant, "I'm sure that sound just now didn't come from my chest."

Sixi said: "I'm sure too. It seems to be from..."

At the same time, their eyes fell on the lonely hut at the end of the road.

The door was still ajar, the light was on inside, and the wind was still blowing outside. Ah Bao thought, if he was wearing a skirt now, the skirt would be flying, and he thought again, just like the white-haired man.

"My lord, when do you plan to move forward?" Sixi asked.

"I'm walking." Ah Bao raised his footsteps again, and the number of yellow talismans in his hands had increased to three in each hand.

The road always comes to an end.

Looking at the half-closed door, Ah Bao mustered up the courage to gently kick it open with his foot, and then threw the yellow talisman in his left hand out.

Before the yellow talisman flew away, it was blown back by the wind from the electric fan and stuck to his forehead.

"..."

It was only when Ah Bao was completely immobilized by the talisman that he realized the reason for the electric fan in the room—if the owner of the room was indeed as smart as he imagined.

The door creaked wide open, and the room was empty.

This was probably the happiest thing about Ah Bao after he was immobilized.

"My lord!" Sixi circled around him anxiously, "My lord..." When a person holds a yellow talisman, as long as he doesn't touch the rune, he will be fine, but as long as the ghost touches the talisman paper, it will have an effect, so he just I can watch the talisman fluttering on A Bao's forehead.

Ah Bao really wanted him to keep quiet so as not to attract the attention of others, but he was so lucky that he got two of the three talismans, and the effect doubled, and now he can't even blink his eyes.

Sixi turned around in the room, and when she caught sight of those books, an idea suddenly flashed in her mind. She quickly turned her body into a solid body, then grabbed two books, and clamped Huang Fuqing on one side and the other on the right. With a light tug, the yellow talisman was torn off.

The first thing Po did when he regained his freedom was to blink his eyes desperately.Not being able to blink is such a pain!

Sixi put down the book and regained her spirit state, "My lord, are you alright?"

"It's okay, luckily the security guard isn't here." Ah Bao walked into the room.The door to the secret passage above was shut. "He must have come from here."

Sixi said: "He obviously came in from the outside, why did he go out again?"

Abao was taken aback.That's right, the security guard came in from the outside, so there was no question of running away or not.But why make a special trip to the room?Is there something here that makes him care?

The room is so big that Ah Bao can see all the furnishings with just one turn.

Bed, electric fan, desk, book...

Po finally knew what was missing!

"Who's there?" A flashlight suddenly shot in from the door.

Between light and darkness, people are willing to choose the light.

But in such a quiet and eerie room, the light of this flashlight is like an extension of the dark and dense road, and it is also like the tentacles of a mysterious security guard. Flew out again.

The electric fan hadn't been turned off yet, and the wind was still quietly blowing wind towards the door.

The yellow talisman took advantage of the wind and hit the security guard in the middle of his forehead!

Abao dared not stay.

He knew his strength very well, and he knew that the immobilizing amulet was his last line of defense. If the opponent broke through this line of defense, then both he and Sixi could only tie their hands.Of course, in such a short period of time, he didn't have time to review his meager spell cultivation.After he finished throwing the yellow talisman, he immediately unscrewed the handle of the secret passage, and rushed upstairs in three steps at a time.

The secret passage is narrow, like an airtight container, the body is tightly compressed inside, and it is almost impossible to breathe.

The overhead door suddenly opened.

Sixi stood at the door and waved to him.

The influx of fresh air made Ah Bao's breathing easier. He rushed up two steps with hands and feet together, and then rushed out of the secret passage with one step. Sixi pushed the door behind him.

As Sixi said, this is an ordinary office with desks, chairs, bookcases, telephones and faxes.

Bao tiptoed to open the door.

Fortunately, the door is equipped with a round door handle, and the lock will open when it is twisted inside.Today is Saturday, there are few people in the building, and with Sixi in charge, Abao swaggered all the way out.

After leaving the building, Ah Bao felt a bit of fear.It is not yet clear whether the white-haired man is an enemy or a friend, but he actually listened to him. If the security guards were not interested in the three cans, he might have become the same kind as Sixi by now-this is still optimistic.

But what exactly was in those three cans?

Bao was thinking.

"My lord, let's go to another place to bask in the sun?" Sixi suggested, "It's best to have a cup of milk tea and some snacks."

"Do I look like I'm basking in the sun?" Po glanced.

Sixi said with a bitter face: "The rest of the answer is better than basking in the sun, like standing in a military posture, standing as a punishment..."

Ah Bao shook his head and walked back.

"Where are you going, sir?" Sixi hurriedly followed behind.

"The shooting scene." Ah Bao said, "Except for the director and the assistant director, I can't think of anyone else who can lend me my phone."

Surprisingly, there were actually two more people on the shooting scene who could lend him their mobile phones——

Zhang Jiajia and Tan Muen.

Tan Muen saw A Bao standing in front of him and stared at him in surprise, as if he had suddenly turned into a three-headed and six-armed monster. The smile on his face could not be maintained at last, and he frowned, "What are you looking at?"

"you."

Tan Muen crossed his chest and said, "Are you planning to switch to the Huangfu faction?"

Ah Bao asked, "How did you come back?"

Tan Muen blinked, "When did I go out?"

"No," Ah Bao said, "You just disappeared, and Zhang Jiajia..."

Tan Muen said: "Isn't she right there?"

Ah Bao followed his line of sight. Zhang Jiajia was sitting by the window to shoot. I don’t know if it was the plot or she was really in a bad mood.

The actor who played with her said a word, and the director suddenly shouted, "The relationship is not in place, it is your sister who died, and you are so indifferent, are you human?"

Ah Bao took the opportunity to quietly walk to the director's side, and whispered, "When did Zhang Jiajia come back?"

"What?" The director waved his hand impatiently, "Come back as soon as you come back, why ask so many questions?"

Seeing that there was nothing to get out of him, Ah Bao simply walked up to Zhang Jiajia and was about to speak when Tan Muen held his shoulders, when he turned around and saw him handing over a mobile phone, "Jingfeng has something to tell you .”

Jingfeng is of course Lian Jingfeng.

Ah Bao remembered the call he had interrupted before, and quickly answered, "Do you know who that white-haired one is?"

Lian Jingfeng was silent for two seconds before saying: "I have to make sure that the person you saw is indeed who I imagined before I can tell you."

A Bao said: "How do you want to be sure?"

"I have his portrait." Lian Jingfeng said, "If you want to know his identity, come out."

Just as Ah Bao was about to ask where he was going, when he looked up, he saw Lian Jingfeng wearing a light gray sweater, holding a mobile phone in one hand and putting the other in his trouser pocket, looking at him leisurely.The sun shines on him, making him instantly think of the eight words - indifferent and bright, quiet and far.

Is he really the head of the violent faction?

Ah Bao walked up to him, still thinking about this question in his head.

The shooting site was a coffee shop, and there were a few tables and chairs outside. Lian Jingfeng just sat down calmly, like a guest of the coffee shop.Seeing that the director didn't growl and object, Ah Bao also sat down with peace of mind.

Lian Jingfeng took out a finely crafted kit from his pocket, then took out a thin piece of paper, and slowly unfolded it.

Bao waited with bated breath.He had a vague premonition in his heart that the white-haired man was the same person in the portrait, and his background was not small.

The painting finally unfolded.

A Bao: "..." Can such a blurry mass really be used to identify people?Will it be too hasty?

Lian Jingfeng said: "Master accidentally got a piece of tea wet when he was pouring it, but his face is blurred and the charm is still there. He said that people who have seen it will definitely recognize it."

"Wait," Ah Bao said, "Master made it dirty when pouring tea... How long has this picture existed?"

Lian Jingfeng said: "More than 200 years."

Bao was speechless.

"I'll explain the specific reason to you slowly, you just need to tell me, is it him?" Lian Jingfeng picked up the painting specially for him to observe himself.

In fact, there is no need to pick it up, A Bao can also say: Yes.

Just like Master Lian Jingfeng said, for a person like the white-haired man, even if his face is blurred, his aura cannot be blurred.

Seeing his expression, Lian Jingfeng knew it was probably true.He slowly put away the portrait, "Your master should tell you his identity."

……

This should be considered sloppy, right?

Ah Bao grabbed his arm and expressed his strong dissatisfaction with his eyes.

Lian Jingfeng said: "He has a deep connection with the noble sect, and he has a very high seniority. As a junior, I should not tell his right and wrong behind his back."

The more he said that, the more itchy Ah Bao became, shaking his arm and asking, "Who the hell is he?"

Lian Jingfeng said slowly: "It is rumored that he is the founder of the Ghost Control Sect and the Tongshen Sect."