Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

The manager, wearing exaggerated overalls, stood in the monitoring room next to the entertainment room.

Behind him stood a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who looked quite similar to the doorman who received Mo Yimo back then.

To be precise, the looks of the waiters here are all in this style.

Just by looking at it, I feel my heart faintly trembling.

"The one in the kimono is Huai'an." The manager stretched out a finger and tapped the screen twice.

The man bent down in front of the screen, squinted his eyes for a closer look, and then twisted his head into a weird angle: "Stop him?"

"Wait a minute, I don't know what he's up to." The manager held the two wide suspenders of his trousers, his mustache curled up in an exaggerated way: "They're almost lost."

The man's mouth was bent sharply, and his entire face was stretched to the maximum at this moment: "People will miss sometimes."

"Things like a miss will not happen to Huai'an." The manager raised a hand and stroked his beard: "You should be clear."

"That's right, he lost money so abnormally..." The man's tone suddenly changed: "Is it on purpose?"

The manager didn't speak, but as time passed, the corners of his mouth became more and more exaggerated.

The pair of eyes staring at the monitor screen also shone with excitement because they thought of something.

In the huge entertainment room, the group of people who surrounded Xu Jia earlier had left quite a bit.

And Xu Jia looked at the sack in Huai An's arms, and tightly pursed his mouth into a line: "How much is left?"

Huai'an smiled lazily, but his expression was quite calm in comparison.

He unfolded the sack and peeked inside: "About twenty?"

"...You originally meant that we would not lose, right?" Xu Jia asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"Yeah." Huai'an nodded, tied up the sack, and then glanced around: "It's just a little accident."

Xu Jia opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

Then he closed his mouth and exhaled heavily through his nose.

"Mr. Xu don't need to worry too much." Huai'an hugged the sack with a smile: "This is the unwritten rule of the casino. If you want to leave safely, you can only do this."

Xu Jia rolled his eyes and shook his head expressing his incomprehension: "It's almost complete, and I lost like this again."

Huai An couldn't hold back his laughter: "Mr. Xu is really as rumored."

Whether it speaks or behaves, it looks like a child from time to time.

"What's the rumor? Praise me?" Xu Jia asked in surprise.

Then, he covered his chest and looked at Huai An sincerely: "Don't you think it's really unreasonable for an old man to spend most of the night in the casino?"

"I thought you were having a good time." Huai An looked like he could fall asleep anytime, "Unexpectedly, you are very familiar with all the items."

"Well, after all, you were young...haha..." Xu Jia smiled unnaturally, raised his hand and scratched his cheek: "Then what, let's try our luck again."

The car drove into the Xingding underground parking garage, and the outline looked extraordinarily beautiful under the specially designed lights.

Several men in star top uniforms stood at the entrance of the garage and watched it pass by, all with unspeakably strange expressions.

The King of Ghosts didn't care about these details. He also saw the sign of the parking garage by mistake, so he just drove in.

On the contrary, when the car entered the garage, Nao suddenly exclaimed for some reason.

When the car stopped, the green scanning light moved from the front to the rear of the car, and finally a strange siren sounded suddenly.

At the same time, a dazzling white light beam suddenly appeared on the top of the garage, covering the entire car.

"Ah, how could it be so cold!" Nao exclaimed again, she wrapped her coat tightly around her body, regardless of the dampness of the clothes.

"Can't you park here?" Ghost King turned his head to look at Naxu, who shook his head at him blankly.

There was a sudden throbbing pain in his head, and then a vague consciousness emerged.

Uh, is there a fee?

Because of the message that appeared in his mind for no reason, the ghost king was stunned for a while.

He tentatively searched in the front row, and finally found Xu Ziyu's wallet.

This is when he returned to the theater again, he deliberately left his mobile phone in the car.

Well, luckily it wasn't wet by the rain.

"Excuse me, Mr. Xu...?" Nao's hesitant voice came from behind: "How do you know that there is a parking space here?"

The Ghost King flicked through his wallet and paused. He turned his head wonderingly, and looked at the girl behind him who seemed to be feeling cold for some reason: "I saw it."

"How...how did you see it? I just want to ask this." Nasu blinked her eyes with a panicked expression: "Because I didn't see anything."

Time stood still for five seconds.

The Ghost King clenched his wallet, his eyes widened vigilantly: "What do you mean?"

"I was really shocked just now." Nao shrank into a ball, "I saw that you were obviously rushing towards a wall, but you came here in a blink of an eye."

"Wall?" Ghost King seemed to understand her meaning: "You mean, you didn't see the entrance to the parking lot?"

Nao nodded vigorously, her body shrunk into a ball due to the cold, and she couldn't help shivering at this moment.

"You look cold?" Ghost Dynasty looked around, but did not perceive anything unusual: "Why don't I feel this way?"

Nao shook his head, looking a little pained.

She suddenly pressed the door switch and slammed into the door as if she couldn't wait.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, but the car door remained motionless.

"Hiss—it's so cold!" Nao rubbed his arms and looked at the ghost king tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I can't bear this temperature anymore."

"The car is also sealed?" Ghost King looked at the hit rear door wonderingly: "There must be something wrong with this kind of light."

Nao lowered her head slightly, she didn't seem to have the strength to respond, but she still nodded her head hard.

The eerie siren was still going off.

It doesn't sound like the traditional "woo woo woo woo," more like a child's inflection cry.

It's been a long time, and people's hearts are messed up.

The King of Ghosts tried to open the car door, but the result was no different from what happened to Nao.

He pressed his face against the glass and tried his best to look up, but he could only see a rather dazzling white light.

"Tsk..." He frowned, and at the same time, a smoky green light was brewing in his palm.

In the next second, the palm flipped and covered the car door.

"Crack!" The car door opened in response, and at the same time, the alarm sounded louder.

The ghost king got out of the car with a bad complexion. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a huge suction force under his feet.

As if wanting to suck his whole body into the ground, it just imprisoned his movements so tightly.

"Mr. Xu!" Nao also opened the car door. She seemed to have not recovered from the cold, and she still staggered a little: "Please be careful! Xingding is very sensitive to the existence of ghosts!"

"Both, please show the parking certificate." A light voice sounded, as if it was said against the back of the head.

Nao's expression was stunned for a second.

She turned around in a daze, and saw a man in a Xingding uniform standing in front of her.

But the man's hair was so long that it covered his entire face, so he couldn't see what he looked like at all.

"So it's Ms. Nasu?" The man seemed to know the person in front of him, and his voice was a little more incredible: "Unexpectedly, you will go back to the employer?"

On Nao's originally bewildered face, a trace of dissatisfaction appeared faintly.

She pulled the coat tighter, and then tried her best to walk quickly to the ghost king.

"Boss?" Ghost King had already heard the key words: "You really have something to do with Xingding."

"The person I serve now has already severed ties with Xingding." Naxu's weak face revealed firmness unexpectedly: "Me too."

It sounds complicated.

The Ghost King narrowed his eyes, and suddenly remembered the conversation between Mo Yiyou and Xu Ziyu yesterday.

A strange yet somewhat familiar face gradually appeared before his eyes.

That person... seems to be called Mo Yimo?
Why did you suddenly think of him?

"Since it was brought by Ms. Nao, there must be no proof, right?" The man giggled, but his voice became much rougher.

His head moved slightly, as if he was looking at the ghost king.

"Being able to come in through that entrance means..." His head began to shake: "Among the two, at least one of them is not a stranger."

"If you can't park, let's just drive out." Nao stood in front of the King of Ghosts, her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

She glanced at the rear compartment of the open car and found the canary yellow umbrella dropped under the seat.

Ah, it should be in your hand!
As long as the umbrella is held on the head, it will not be disturbed and harmed by the spirit body!
She didn't know whether the guy in front of her was a human or a ghost, but just by looking at it, she was already very defensive!
"If you don't have proof, you need to pay to leave." The man's head shook even more violently, and his thick long hair also shook, but he didn't show his face.

Nao clenched her fists tightly, a flinch flashed across her face.

"Miss Nasu must know that there are no exceptions to Xingding's rules." The man made a gesture of spreading his hands: "Unless, Missy speaks?"

"Just give you the money!" The trembling in the voice revealed the uneasiness in his heart.

Nao felt that she was trying to force herself to say these words: "Mr. Xu, just give him the money."

"What he wants may not be real money." Ghost King said blankly, and at the same time he threw the wallet he was clutching into the open car door with a wave of his hand.

"It's so smart." The man's long hair began to flutter faintly: "Our Xingding has never been short of money!"

When the voice fell to the ground, the long hair suddenly raised, and the blue-faced and fangs revealed, no matter how you look at it, it looks like no one: "Only the steady stream of ghosts is what is most needed."