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Fang Wei poked his hand to the side, just in time to catch the spell that Yan Zijin threw, and before the person and the ghost could react, the spell had already been stuffed into Rong Menghan's mouth by Fang Wei.

He pushed Rong Menghan to send her further away, bent his other hand up and down, and said with a smile: "Goodbye."

Downstairs, after Yan Zijin and Fang hadn't left, Yan Su pulled Taixu and said: "There are still vacant rooms on the east side, so you can pack it up later. Don't worry about this building, there will definitely be no danger. The surrounding area has been reinforced by various big bosses, and there are many formations in the building, even if you have the physique of attracting ghosts, there will not be any femininity coming in casually."

He held Tai Xu's hand, like an old father: "I heard that it was you who predicted that we were going to have an accident in your dream, so you dragged Lu Jiang to rescue us. Thank you so much, brother."

Tai Xu scratched her hair, a little embarrassed: "No, no, I was a little confused at the time, so I had a nightmare, no, it's useless."

"This is very useful, maybe brother is the reincarnation of the prophet, and I will have to take care of you in the future." Yan Su's polite words came as soon as he opened his mouth.Yuan Yichuan rolled his eyes on the other side. He was sure that Yan Su was afraid that his room with good Fengshui would be picked up by Tai Xu, and the leader's words of throwing things casually played a certain role.

"So you should choose a good place for the situation that is often predicted in your dreams. The one on the east side is just right, with strong yang energy. I will give you blessings later to ensure that you will sleep soundly in the future. Let me tell you, brother, we This building, even if there is an earthquake, won’t respond, it’s going to be—”

"boom--"

Before Yan Su could finish his words, the whole building trembled in his unfinished words. The ear-shattering sound rang out on the second floor, and the overhead chandelier made a rattling sound, as if it was about to fall directly on the heads of everyone in the next moment. .

Before the rest could react, Fu Yuanyi stood up first and ran to the second floor, while Yan Su patted his chest, looked left and right, and finally fixed his eyes on Yuan Yichuan and said, "What's going on, I'm It’s not that there’s another new skill.”

"A crow's mouth?" Yuan Yichuan rolled his eyes.

"Bah, bah, bah, this is called Yan Ling!"

Chapter 68

◎"Looking for a Conscience"◎

In addition to several 24-hour restaurants, there is also a chain KTV on the top floor of the shopping mall.The road was already quiet, and the elevator next to it still didn't take a break, and people went up and down every once in a while.

The people who went up were glamorous, teasing and squeezing into a narrow elevator car. When they came out, they were not so sober, or hooked each other's shoulders, or leaned on the side wall to vomit.

Alcohol mixed with other undigested things filled the street corners. A group of people were not very conscious after getting off the same elevator.

The man curled up on one side with his head in his arms at first, and then he slowly stood up when there was no sound around him. After several rounds of battles, the suit was in a half-waste state. Can it be saved.

The man looked small, but his slightly immature face was full of fatigue. This kind of state only dared to show a little when no one was around, like a snail that has closed itself in its body all year round, occasionally showing a little bit of it. A little bit of soft meat can be regarded as a short-term relaxation.

Young people at this age who are working outside rarely have the opportunity to eat in this kind of situation. The stuffed stuff has long been returned to the land with Huang Tang, and there may be nothing in exchange for the abuse of the sanitation workers the next day.

However, no matter how young his body is, he still can't bear it after all this torture. The man wants to find a 24-hour convenience store and at least buy something warm to drink. It's already hot, but he still feels cold in his stomach, and he is exposed outside. There was even a layer of goosebumps on his skin.

The man scratched his hair randomly, regained his spirit for a short while, squinted his eyes and barely saw a little light in the middle of the tall building.

At this time, the night was already deep, and there were no traces of night owls on the street, only a shop on the corner of the street was lit with a dim light.

The door of the store was not closed tightly, and a faint yellow line was projected on the ground, like an arrow pointing the way.

The man first stood in place for 2 minutes before he could discern the direction. His feet swayed forward, and two of the three steps were turned around, just like the Yangko team invited when the mall opened.

The original 3-minute journey was abruptly shaken by him for 10 minutes before he arrived. The moment he put his hand on the wooden door, he was relieved at first, but the moment before he bought his foot into the store, he seemed to feel something fell from his body. Looking back But he didn't see anything, it was just his own illusion.

Hearing the crisp bell, the man pushed the unusually heavy door and said, "Hello, is there anyone?"

The man didn't raise his head, his eyes were only staring at the direction in front of his feet. After all, for him, being able to enter the house was more than half the success. Does anyone have to yell first? The clerk will find a place to doze off, and shouting is a reminder to the other party.

It's just that he didn't get any response when he yelled out. The moment the door opened, he felt an unusually cold breath hit him.

He shivered for a while, muttering "Why is the air conditioner turned so low?" Then he turned around and closed the door, and walked two steps forward to see the store clearly.

The light in the store is more than a little darker than ordinary stores. There are several candlesticks scattered around the wall. The white candles look very strange. The flames dance, causing the shadow reflected on the wall to sway, as if someone is standing there. There, too, or not.

The man was startled by this scene, half of the alcohol went away in an instant, his half-closed eyelids were raised high, and his pupils shrank together instantly. He suspected that he had entered a haunted house.

The towering bookshelf on the left hand side couldn't see what was on it, it was full, and it didn't look like the bloody clothes or skeletons like ordinary haunted houses. It seemed that there was nothing strange except for the unusual lighting.

Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending that he was in a daze from drinking, and walked in without seeing the store clearly. Looking around, it should be a bookstore.

It's just that this bookstore looks a little strange. Men used to hang out here frequently during the day, but they didn't notice such a place.

He was a little embarrassed, maybe the store had other things to do in the middle of the night and the door was not closed tightly, and he took advantage of it, so don't be treated as a thief.

"Well, I'm sorry." The man poked his head and looked around, "I just misread and didn't come in on purpose, sorry to bother you."

As he spoke, he backed away. Even though he didn't get a response, he was still saying hello and apologizing. Even if an outsider was found coming in later, the shop would be monitored, and he would know that he hadn't done anything.

Thinking so, the man patted his chest in relief.

It's really weird here. There are not many bookstores decorated like this. He has never seen anything like this.While complaining in his heart, his body had turned halfway, but only this half, the rest couldn't turn no matter what.

Where the line of sight fell, the man was horrified to find that there was a translucent thing hanging there not far in front of him. The outline was clearly a person, but his legs were bloody.

The man's heart, which had been stable just now, suddenly started beating wildly, and his lips also fluctuated up and down with the frequency. His face, which was covered in red due to drunkenness, instantly turned pale, his pupils gradually became bigger and bigger, and his whole body became more and more stiff.

Before the thing in front of him could say anything or do anything, the man fell to the ground and passed out.

Yu Song, who had just floated over from the bookshelf, saw this scene and made two "tsk tsk", then swayed to the back hall, holding his throat deliberately, like a little eunuch in a costume drama, and said: "Not good. It's not good, my lord, come and take a look."

The good thing is that even though Song's legs haven't recovered, he is still in good spirits. The advantage of being a ghost is that even if he is disabled, he will not be prevented from moving around.

He just swayed not far, the door curtain in the inner hall that had never been touched first fluttered slightly, then two pale and slender fingers stretched out from inside, lifted the door curtain and said: "Got it."

Yu Song slammed on the brakes and stood on one side, crossing his hands respectfully in front of him.

After returning to the bookstore, Yu Song's previous friends, big or small, were all locked out of the door, and he turned into a ghost who only dared to secretly and presumptuously. After all, his leg was still pointing at the adult in front of him rule.It is said that the broken ghosts at the time of reincarnation, even if they are reincarnated in the next life, will suffer some diseases. Although they will not directly lose legs or something, they may be replaced by diseases related to limbs such as arthritis.

Thinking of this, Yu Song became even more respectful to this lord, grateful as well as fearful.

With such a mood, he looked at the man who passed through the curtain.

Even after seeing him so many times, Yu Song would still be amazed by this person's appearance. It seems that the description of gods in the textbooks he learned when he was a child is nothing more than that.

The man's almost transparent white skin was beyond the scope of ordinary fireworks, only the little scar at the corner of his eye pulled him back to the world.Every time I see this, Yu Song will secretly regret, I don't know who the hell left such a flaw on such a perfect face, but after a closer look, I feel that it may not be a flaw, especially under such a dim light. A little scar looks like a cinnabar mole on the corner of the eye, adding a little coquettishness, especially when paired with the ankle-length hair... Wait, what about the long hair?

Yu Song looked at Chong Jiu's back in disbelief. His neat short hair made him look taller, his pale neck was sunk into the dark collar, and the well-cut shirt outlined his thin waistline, which was then tied into his trousers to make him look taller. The legs are extremely long.

In a few steps, he had already walked towards the front hall. Where he walked, candles were flickering on both sides, but the black figure against him was a little lonely.

Yu Song had an illusion, as if through the long corridor, he saw that in the past countless years, there had been only such a figure shuttled back and forth with the lingering cold air all over his body.

Although Yu Song has become a ghost now and has seen many ghosts during this time, he has never seen such a heavy Yin Qi on any ghost, but such Yin Qi is lingering on a person.

"What are you doing standing there?" Chongjiu turned around, the hair on his forehead was gathered at the peak of his eyebrows, the shadows made the eye sockets look deeper, he looked a little creepy, and his voice seemed a little gloomy, "Didn't I mention the curtain at the back?" Can’t touch anywhere? If you don’t want to die, go far away.”

Looks like I'm in a bad mood today.

Yu Song shrunk his neck and followed him flutteringly.

After the person in the front hall fainted, probably because he drank too much, he fell asleep in this position, hunched over and snored slightly.

"What should I do?" Yu Song squatted aside and poked the man's face. This is the place where yin and yang meet, no matter whether he lives or dies, Yu Song really got it straight.The moment his fingers touched, the man shivered, rubbed his arms, rolled over and continued to sleep.

Yu Song thought it was amusing, he put his head close to the man's ear and wanted to blow air-conditioning, but as soon as he put his head over, Chong Jiu picked him up.

"What will happen if a living person stays here for a long time? You can't really let him sleep here." Yu Song is like a chicken being carried by Chong Jiu, and he still doesn't forget to care about the rare ordinary people.

The ones I saw before were not counted, none of those people were normal.

Chong Jiuyu threw Song aside, glanced at the man who was about to form a ball, and said, "Throw it out."

After speaking, Chongjiu put a cigarette in his mouth, and the red fire light gradually disappeared between the bookshelves. Yu Song really wanted to say that it is best not to smoke over there, and be careful of the fire. Later, thinking about it, Master Jiu has so much yin energy that he can't help it. It is considered an advanced fire extinguisher, so there should be no safety hazards.

Thinking of this, Song felt relieved, and when he turned his head to look at the young man on the ground, he began to worry again.

Chong Jiu stood in front of the bookshelf, the white mist seemed to have life, spreading layer by layer along the edge of the bookshelf, as if searching for something automatically.

Yu Song threw people out of the door and floated panting to the side of Chongjiu, leaning on the bookshelf and said, "Now this young man really doesn't know how to cherish himself, and sleeps on the street in the middle of the night. Fortunately, it's warm now, and sleeping on the road in winter can freeze to death." .”

Chongjiu bit his cigarette butt, squinting his eyes and looking over, he looked like a bad gangster in a nightclub, especially the scar at the end of his eye was so red that it was about to bleed, he didn't look like a good person at all.

"Stop panting, you don't need to breathe, and if you show it to someone, even if you pant your lungs, they won't give you a raise."

Yu Song gritted his teeth. He felt that after the boss cut his hair, he also cut off his conscience.

However, he feels that he is a good employee and cannot talk back to his boss. Even if what the boss says is not human, he has to listen to it with his left ear and hear it with his right ear instead of remembering it.

Since I can't argue with the boss, I can only change the subject.

Yu Song looked at the white smoke that was still rising little by little and asked, "What are you looking for? Do you need help?"

Chong Jiu didn't even reply, "Look for a conscience."

Yu Song: "..."

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Yu Song: What if the boss can read minds? Wait online. It's very urgent.

Chapter 69

◎Powerful Boss◎

Before the sun rose, there were already noises outside. When the early sanitation was cleaning the street, they finally found a half-dead creature on the side of the road.

As the gatekeeper at the present stage, Yu Song relied on the fact that people outside couldn't see him, so he blatantly lay on the window to watch the excitement, and while watching, he muttered: "It's good to be young, and you can't do anything on the street after a night of sleep." No, I thought I could have a buddy for company today."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Chong Jiu who was flipping through the book.

Ever since he got mixed up with Chongjiu, he originally wanted to be called Jiuye with others, but after thinking about it, he felt that he is now a part of this store, so he should be different from outsiders, at least it seems to be Those who were with Chongjiu later combined their own situation and had to conform to the current form. In this way, they finally settled on the word "boss".

In fact, Yu Song was too idle, he didn't know what to do when he was free, and he could even struggle with a title for several days.

"Boss." Yu Song lay on the window with his butt pouted, only one head turned 180 degrees, "did you find anything when you went out yesterday? I thought you were in a hurry to go out, so I thought something serious happened. Thinking of coming back so soon."

Chong Jiu paused when he turned the pages of the book, then turned the two pages together calmly, turned his head slightly following the pages, and ignored Yu Song's words.

Yu Song seemed to be a natural chatterbox, even if he followed the boss, he didn't restrain himself in the slightest. It didn't matter if the topic fell off the ground, he just threw it away and changed it.

"Speaking of which, Boss, your hairstyle is really good. Although the long hair is very beautiful, it is cut neatly, um." When he cast a cold gaze on Shang Chongjiu, Yu Song added without confidence, "... Even more handsome."

"Go and clean the bookshelves when you have nothing to do. Haven't you watched TV yet?" Chong Jiu looked down at the book again, as if he had assigned the new employee the first job.

However, the new employees did not have the self-consciousness of being obedient. They respected Chongjiu but were afraid that it was in their hearts, and their personality would not change much because of these things.

For example, after hearing the order, Yu Song grabbed a piece of rag that he had managed to find before, continued to lie on the window, wiped the window sill perfunctorily, and said, "Although the bookstore is located in the downtown area, there is a shopping mall next to it, but this kind of It is difficult for ordinary people to notice the place, let alone come in, is the place where yin and yang meet so easy to find?"

Although the words were unintentional, even Yu Song felt something was wrong while talking.

"Is there something wrong with that person?" Yu Song asked.

"Don't touch me, I'm fine!" There was a noise outside, the door of the store, which had been closed all year round, was closed for some reason. No longer wanting to deal with outside matters, he still frowned unconsciously from the noise.

There may be more people gathered at this moment, and the men have already woken up, and they are so lively that they want to fight, Yu Song was very perfunctory in cleaning the window, but this time he didn't even do it this time, and concentrated on Staring outside, the expression alternately gritted his teeth and smacked his lips.

Chong Jiu sighed and closed the book: "What's wrong?"

Yu Song didn't turn his head back and said: "Just the young man who came to the store yesterday, hey, boss, I didn't say that, he spent his ass doing you!"

Chong Jiu, who had got up and was about to close the door, suddenly sped up his movements when he heard this. When Yu Song turned his head, he didn't even have time to see a figure. He only saw the strange bell on the wooden door shaking non-stop without making a sound.

Yu Song glanced at the bell in wonder, and soon his attention was drawn to the window again.

I saw his boss standing in the crowd with an absolute advantage, holding the collar of the man sitting on the ground with his pale hands, and directly lifted him up in this posture.

Looking at this scene, Yu Song felt very cordial. Isn't this how he is often carried by the boss.

He suddenly felt that the boy was so pitiful.

Chong Jiu was sure that a group of people would not do anything to his flowers, so he let go.The man sat down on the ground, feeling pain in his tailbone.

"You must be sick." The man got up from the ground with his hands on his buttocks. When he looked at Chong Jiu, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was dragged back to his senses by the pain. In addition, he drank too much the day before, and his whole mind was still in semi-chaos status, cursed again in a low voice.

Chong Jiu just wanted to pick this person up and throw him out, and then he could do whatever he wanted, as long as it didn't obstruct his eyes, especially now that the sun was out, although the sun wasn't scorching hot, it was annoying enough.

I don't want to touch my favorite things in the past, especially the sun.

The sanitation worker who had discovered him had already gone to do his own work at this time. After all, it was their working hours, and they only occasionally glanced here during the breaks between work, and the two close ones got together to whisper a few words.

There are too many people touching porcelain in the society now, so even if they see people sitting on the ground, they are only surrounded by a few steps away. There are not many people who come up directly like Xiang Chongjiu to pick people up.

Most of the people who watched the excitement before had dispersed, only a few idlers stood not far away and pointed their fingers until Chongjiu came. Began to move around.

Although the man didn't see where Chong Jiu came out with his own eyes, he knew from the direction that it was the shop behind him.Seeing that he was about to leave, he staggered backwards on his unsteady heels, and went straight to Chongjiu, jumping and saying, "Oh, don't go, did you throw it out for me last night?" of."

He was drunk yesterday, but he was not completely unconscious. He vaguely remembered that he entered a certain store to buy some hot drinks. When I came here, I was already surrounded by several uncles and aunts.

At dawn, it is the world of the living, and Yin Qi will be restricted at this time, so even if Chong Jiu only came out for a short while, he felt uncomfortable, and walked back with a gloomy face, but he didn't expect to be caught by such a dazzling kung fu. The people behind rushed forward and grabbed Chong Jiu's wrist.

As soon as Chong Jiu stopped, his face turned black.

Even if the man didn't raise his head, he felt an unusual aura, and his desire to survive made him let go of his hand quickly.

"What's the matter?" Chong Jiu put his hands in front of him calmly, and looked up and down at the man in front of him.

It was only at this time that he really looked at the person in front of him.

Sleeping on the street for one night made the man look a little decadent. His hair, which had been well-groomed, was messily nailed to the top of his head, with a few hydrangea leaves stained on it.

The suit on his body has been wrinkled into a new fashion, and his face, which was flushed yesterday, looks much normal now, but the bruises now show his exhaustion.Although the appearance is not outstanding, it can be seen that the hard work belongs to the young people, and the tiredness cannot hide the light in the eyes.

The man scratched his hair and was not in a hurry to go home to freshen up. Instead, he looked at the store door next to Chong Jiu with wandering eyes, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Chong Jiu knew what the man was thinking without guessing, and said amusedly, "Do you want to sit in the shop?"

After the man's motivation was broken, he first showed an embarrassed expression, and then puffed up his chest: "Isn't it possible? I don't care if you throw me on the street. It's okay to borrow me a place to wash up."

In fact, it's too late for him to go home to wash and change. Fortunately, there are spare clothes in the office, but he can't go to the company to wash, so he can only be a rogue for a while.

Chong Jiu lowered his eyes to stare at the man, his dark eyes seemed to bring a storm, even if he didn't meet his eyes, the man subconsciously felt fear.

Just when the man retreated and was about to run away, Chong Jiu said, "Come on."

After finishing speaking, Chong Jiu turned around and walked towards the store door. The man stayed where he was for a moment, then followed.

He trotted to Chongjiu's side, and said, "My name is Shi Haoran, what's your name?"

"Heavy Nine."

The moment he stood in front of the store, Shi Haoran suddenly regretted his impulsiveness.

At first, he just wanted to find a place to tidy up briefly, but this man named Chong Jiu was unexpectedly good-looking.A good-looking person will always make people subconsciously like him, Shi Haoran has to admit that he actually missed a heart beat to a man, that is, that beat made him accidentally say that he was going to the store.

The wooden door was pushed open, Shi Haoran went in and pulled the door behind him.

The cheerful sound of the bell kept ringing behind him, but the bell was a little strange, it was crisp and sweet for a while, and it seemed to be broken for a while. The sound seemed to be separated by something, and it made his skin crawl.

Shi Haoran stood cautiously at the door, everywhere he looked, except for a table in front of him that seemed to be a counter, there were all ridiculously tall bookshelves, and this bookstore was unexpectedly bigger than he looked from the outside , He wondered if he was really blind before, so he didn't see such a big bookstore here.

"Sit down." Chongjiu had already stood in front of a nearby corridor, put his hands on the door curtain, half turned his body and looked at Shi Haoran, "There are chairs over there, just sit down."

Shi Haoran turned around and saw a few chairs by the wall. When he looked up, he was about to say thank you, but there was no one in front of him.

What a strange person.

Shi Haoran lowered his head and glanced at his watch, it was still early, he still had time to be reserved, and he would talk about borrowing the bathroom when someone came out.

On the other side, Chongjiu went inside and found Yu Song in an empty room.

Yu Song was lying on the door, and excitedly said after seeing Chong Jiu: "Boss, why did you bring someone in?"

Chong Jiu lowered his head and looked at Song Xuelin's legs, if he went out to greet people like this, it would be possible for Shi Haoran to report directly.The yin energy reached to the fingertips, and he slapped Yu Song's legs with nine points. The turned up flesh disappeared visibly with the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, those hideous and terrifying wounds had returned to their original state, and there was no sign of any injuries.

Yu Song stared at this scene dumbfounded, then raised his head in disbelief.

He originally thought that he would need to fight here for many years, accumulating merits and so on to repair his damaged soul, but he didn't expect that it only needed such a simple point in the end?

what happened?It doesn't make sense, that's not what it says on TV.

Yu Song's chaotic thought is between "my legs are healed, can I be reincarnated into a good body" and "the boss is so powerful, is it an important task to help him repair his legs now".

Yu Song was still digesting the sudden surprise when he heard the powerful boss announce the important person: "Go, greet the living person outside."

Yu Song: "?"

Chongjiu looked at Yu Song who was still in a daze, and urged impatiently: "Hurry up and send him away after serving."

Yu Song: "..."

Boss, you brought people in, did you forget?

Chapter 70

◎Search◎

When Yu Song went out to greet Shi Haoran, Chong Jiu returned to the bedroom and opened the first drawer of the bedside table.

The remaining light from the outside light into the house is not much brighter than the candlelight, especially the cabinets that are slightly blocked by wooden boards.

In the empty drawer lies a high-tech that doesn't match the interior decoration - a mobile phone.

When Yan Zijin left this thing at the beginning, he said it was in case of emergencies. In fact, Chongjiu didn't think there was any need for it, but since he didn't like to go out and needed Yan Zijin occasionally, it was convenient to have such a thing, especially This is the case now.

Chongjiu has never used this thing before. Fortunately, every time Yan Zijin comes over, he holds his phone and pokes it for a long time. After watching it more times, he will naturally know the general idea.

Chongjiu's phone was specially bought by Yan Zijin, and he didn't download a lot of messy apps. The few icons on the desktop told Chongjiu that "Yan Zijin" was probably lying in the small box with the phone symbol on it. inside.Sure enough, there was such a black letter on a white background in it, which seemed unlucky no matter how you looked at it, especially when you clicked on the missed call column, there was also red lettering.

Chongjiu often doesn't understand what modern people think. Sometimes everything is taboo, and if you say something wrong, you have to pooh three times, and sometimes you don't taboo at anything. Regardless.

The other person answered the phone very quickly, with unconcealable surprise in his voice: "Jiuye?"

Chongjiu suddenly thought of another person who often hangs around Yan Zijin, and asked, "Is Fang not here?"

How awkward is this name.

Yan Zijin's voice became higher: "It's the first time in your life that you took the initiative to call to find him?"

"Don't look for it." Chong Jiu said simply, as if he just mentioned it casually, completely forgetting that it is a very abnormal thing for him to be casual, "I just want to ask how is your side? The one in your community ..." Chongjiu didn't know the name of the owner's house, so he thought about Fang Wei's address to the owner, "Golden Lord, did you know that there is a kid in his house?"

Yan Zijin was still gossip about Chongjiu and Fang Wei, when he heard the word "little ghost", his face immediately became like a bitter gourd, and he lost the interest in gossip: "Don't mention it, I get a headache when I think about it."

"What's the matter?" Chong Jiu asked this question with a guilty conscience. After all, he cut the house directly when he left. As for the reason-it doesn't matter if you don't mention it.

"By the way, why did you walk so fast yesterday? I heard from Fang Wei that he saw you." Yan Zijin recalled what Fang Wei had said, but no matter how he asked Fang Wei later, he didn't get any further news. In the end, he once I suspect that I misheard the phrase "kissed".Now that the person involved is in front of him, although he doesn't dare to directly ask the question about whether he is close or not, it is still okay to make indirect remarks, for example, "Did something happen to you?"

Chong Jiu was silent, he basically didn't sleep that night.

Listening to the silence on the other end of the phone, Yan Zijin became more determined in his guess, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more ambiguous: "Yes..."

"I've seen the little ghost in the house next door to you, but I haven't had time to read her book. Do you have any clues?" Chong Jiu quickly interrupted Yan Zijin's opinion, " And what's going on at her house."

Chongjiu's original plan was to take the kid away directly, but he didn't expect that something went wrong in the middle. Aside from the culprit, part of the problem was the yin energy of his sudden runaway.

After returning to the bookstore, at first he didn't understand why the yin energy in his body suddenly lost control, as if someone had punched a hole in the container of a good tank of water and leaked out like crazy.

Even though he didn't want to think about the brief contact at that time, the memory kept circling in his mind with tactile sensation, and his lips became hot by the way, until he lay on the bed, staring at the top of the black hole, every time he saw Fang Wei Afterwards, the discomfort that arose in my heart resurfaced again, and it intensified, with a certain familiar aura.

He had to admit that no matter how hard he forced himself to think about business, he couldn't get rid of the culprit.

And at this moment, he stood up suddenly, and seemed to see a white figure standing in front of the window, with a mischievous smile on his rather handsome face, he said, "Guess who I am?"

Yan Zijin fell back in a better mood just now, when he thought of the "creditor" still lying in the hospital unconscious, the villa next door collapsed into ruins, and the news reports about "partial collapse", he felt that the whole sky was dark up.

"I still want to ask you about the situation, and Fang Wei." Speaking of Fang Wei, Yan Zijin became angry, "There is no kid, it has already exploded."

"Exploded?" Chongjiu was puzzled, "What exploded?"

Yan Zijin snorted and said, "What can I do? The brat is blown up. Now most of the second floor is going to be redecorated. After a while, I may have to discuss compensation with the owner of the villa next door. Master Jiu, you have so many ghosts coming in and out every day." , isn't there any ghost who is a rich man with a lot of precious funeral objects?"

Chong Jiu: "No."

A ghost who enters a bookstore usually carries only one thing with him, and that is books.

Yan Zijin was disillusioned at the last point, and sighed resignedly: "It is said that the little girl's book has been revised by others. According to the above content, there are many life trajectories that do not belong to her. I don't know which unlucky person has been targeted. As for how? There is no clue about the change so far, and the little girl’s mind is also a little confused, so I can’t explain it clearly, as for the others, his father probably was too stimulated and is lying in the hospital.”

Speaking of this, Yan Zijin became even more angry: "Let me tell you, a lot of the cigarettes I brought you before were obtained from his father. Don't blame me if you don't have any cigarettes in the future. I can't get so many imported goods."

Chong Jiu was shaking the cigarette case, holding the cigarette for a moment, and suddenly felt that he should save it, how many cigarettes are there in the cabinet?

Yan Zijin continued to babble: "Is it because of the unfavorable years recently? Why did the unrest happen again and again? The corpse hadn't been dealt with before, and now there's another child raising a kid. Let's forget about the case and demolish the house. What's wrong."

Yan Zijin may have been holding back for a long time, and he couldn't talk too much with his subordinates to increase the pressure on them, so he simply took this opportunity to quickly spit black mud.

"It is said? According to who?" Chong Jiu's eyes flashed, and he caught the key words in the words.

"Fang Wei, uh..." The words were answered too quickly, and Yan Zijin realized something was wrong when he left the mouth. The main reason was that he was not used to contacting Chong Jiu on the phone. Who knew that this thousand-year-old monster suddenly started to adapt to high technology.

Words spoken are like water poured out. If you can’t take it back, you can only pour a few more pots and turn the direction. Split, I haven't heard of split ghosts, we analyze that it may be because of memory confusion."

Yan Zijin felt that he had transferred the topic perfectly, but he heard a low laugh through the receiver, which made Yan Zijin feel guilty for a while.

In the past, he would have to chase after Chongjiu to understand what he was laughing at, but at this moment, he wished he could be deaf and unable to hear.

"It's just... this little thing, nothing else." Yan Zijin meant that this is the end of the chat, you can hang up the phone, weak breathing through the microphone, Lian Chongjiu, who never cares about his health People couldn't help asking: "Are you sick?"

"No." The words of denial blurted out, and the speed was too fast to express his guilt to the fullest, so Yan Zijin regretted it again after speaking.

Chong Jiu didn't really care if Yan Zijin was sick, at worst, they could continue talking even after he died.If Yan Zijin knew about this idea, it would probably be awkward for a few days.

"There is another thing to find you. I need you to help me check a person's identity."

Hearing this, Yan Zijin secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was terrified that Chong Jiu would continue to talk about Fang Wei with him. Hearing that Chong Jiu took the initiative to change the subject, he felt lucky to have escaped: "What's the matter?"

Chong Jiu: "Shi Haoran, help me find out where this person lives, where he works, what his family situation and personal situation are."

Yan Zijin was stunned: "What? I didn't check your household registration in detail. Why, Qingdou Chukai has taken a fancy to her? No, this name doesn't sound like a girl, oh, you don't know..."

"Drinking near the bookstore last night, I don't know if this person is you