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Police number two.

Number three Death.

Chef number four.

Ye Xia and Gui Feng have not yet arrived, and Gui Feng is dead, but Ye Xia may not have a new story. He is an ordinary person, and it is quite weird to think about it if he can attend the night banquet one after another.

And speaking of this.

Lu Ming looked up at the policeman.

Zhang Mingyuan, who was covered by the shadow, couldn't see an expression, and Lu Ming didn't know what Zhang Mingyuan was thinking at this moment—but obviously, he, an ordinary person, attended the banquet twice in a row, so there must be something to explain it.

But Lu Ming didn't ask.

It's like when a chef meets a painter again and never mentions the grievances a few days ago.

With scholars present, the banquet is just a banquet, just a ghost story exchange meeting, personal grievances and so on will be settled after going out, no one dares to be presumptuous at the banquet.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, another person entered the room.

The scholar raised his head and said, "Newcomer? Give yourself a code name."

"Ghost eater."

The indistinguishable male and female voices came from the mouth of the ghost eater. He was obviously a newcomer, but the ghost eater seemed to know the rules of the night banquet very well.

He took the initiative to sit down in the fifth seat next to Lu Ming, and nodded to Lu Ming.

So Lu Ming knew who this person was...

Wang Tai.

At ten o'clock, the gate was closed, and the scholar smiled.

"let's start."

"First and foremost the painter."

……

The artist did not choose to chat privately.

He glanced at the ghost chef sitting in the fourth seat, and there was a little teasing in his tone.

"The story I want to tell today is a story of setting up a situation."

"A month ago, I had a face-to-face meeting with Guifeng. I wanted to complete my prototype of Huangquan, and Guifeng wanted a high-value story. The two of us hit it off, and we decided on Ghost Chef."

"Of course, Guifeng is a fool with a high self-esteem. He has no idea how powerful the three ghost kings of Guling City are. I don't know what happened to him. He must be dead. What happened in the private kitchen..."

"Ogawa and Ono. Ghost Chef's waiters and helpers..."

The battle between ghosts and ghosts is only valuable to scholars.

The painter is a high-level evil spirit, only one step away from the evil spirit.

And Xiaochuan and Xiaoye are just low-level evil spirits, and the difference in rank is quite large-but no matter how big it is, it is still more valuable than the story of evil spirits abusing people.

While the painter was talking, Lu Ming turned his gaze to the chef.

I could see the chef trembling with anger—the artist, in front of him, explained how he misfortified his private chef, how he tortured and killed Ogawa Ono, and the provocative taste was strong and choking.

When the painter finished speaking, he and the chef exhaled foul air together, and their four red eyes faced each other, as if sparks were stirred up in the air.

This enmity is absolutely endless...

Rarely, the chef restrained his violent temper.

He just stared at the painter without blinking—it was a bit more silent than loud at this moment.

But the scholar didn't care about the grievances between the two, savoring the content of the story, thinking about it, the scholar said: "It's an interesting story, what do you want?"

"This has to be discussed privately."

"no problem."

The fog was connected, and I didn't know what the artist and the scholar said. After 1 minute, the connection was disconnected, and the scholar looked at the police.

"Do you want to chat privately or with a group?"

"Private chat."

After Zhang Mingyuan finished speaking, a private chat channel was set up. In an environment with only two people, Zhang Mingyuan said.

"I have two stories, can I tell them together?"

Scholar: "Of course, you can do it if you have a hundred."

"Is that so..."

Zhang Mingyuan muttered, his lips slightly parted and slowly said: "The first story happened five days ago in the east of the city."

"..."

As Zhang Mingyuan's voice fell slowly, the scholar changed his posture.

This is a body movement that a scholar will only make when he encounters an extremely interesting story.

……

The private chat between Zhang Mingyuan and the scholar was a bit long.

After a full 10 minutes, the private chat link was hung up and the transaction was completed.

The scholar followed the trend and looked at Lu Ming.

"and you?"

"Private chat."

No one wants to have a story about themselves published without having to.

After the private chat channel was established, Lu Ming thought about it and opened his mouth.

"Let me first tell the story of an old man in the Republic of China."

This is the story Lu Ming was told by a customer when he was a waiter.

The story is not complicated—it is the story of a revolutionary martyr who died heroically and was transformed into a ghost. Correspondingly, this story is not valuable to scholars.

After Lu Ming finished speaking, the scholar's tone remained unchanged: "It's a true story, but it's worthless, so do you have anything else?"

"of course."

Next, Lu Ming told 4 "worthless" stories, and the scholar didn't mind wasting his time. He just listened to Lu Ming's rambling, until the 5 short stories were finished, and Lu Ming finally talked about what happened in the old house. things.

There is no doubt that the story of the four-headed evil spirits fighting is a good story.

It wasn't until Lu Ming closed his mouth dryly that the scholar stretched out his index finger and tapped on the table.

"Very interesting story, what do you want?"

Lu Ming already had a plan for this.

"I told six stories, can I make two different requests?"

The scholar simply nodded: "Yes."

"For the first five stories, I want to exchange for ghosts that I can handle."

Lu Ming had told the story of Ya Ya before, so now he is not afraid that the scholar will not understand his appeal - after all, the power of a scholar who is far more powerful than a high-ranking fierce god may be far beyond Lu Ming's comprehension.

Sure enough, the scholar simply nodded: "How much?"

"I'll take as much as you can give me."

Isn't it just a joke?Bargain.

The scholar didn't care about these small details.

"100 heads, no more, your first five stories are worth it."

No matter how thin the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

100 ghosts, let Lu Ming do it by himself, will we get the Year of the Monkey?

The chef does not deceive me, this banquet is obviously a chance for Lu Ming.

Seeing Lu Ming nodding, the scholar waved his hand, and a thin white light swayed out.

A total of 100 light spots floated in one after another, merged into Lu Ming's body, and were suppressed by the ability of sympathy—unlike before, Lu Ming could feel that these ghosts had been completely subdued, as if Lu Ming had completed their commission.

Lu Ming nodded again, and the scholar spoke again.

"Then the sixth story, what do you want to change?"

"I have two evil spirits in my body, and they are both sleeping. I want you to help me speed up their digestion and let them recover as soon as possible."

"Of course, the premise is that there are no side effects."

The chef wanted to be a painter, and Lu Ming agreed to help.

But without Shadow and Yaya to help, how could Lu Ming help?

What can he do to help?

For the second requirement, Lu Ming wanted to revive Yaya and Shadow as soon as possible, so as to completely restore his combat power.

The scholar nodded without saying a word: "No problem!"

Guangmang emerged again and merged into Lu Ming's body.

Lu Ming could feel that the huge masterless ghost energy hovering in Shadow and Yaya's bodies quickly merged into their bodies. In just a moment, Shadow woke up first, and his strength increased a bit—it didn't reach the level of a high-level evil spirit, but it was not far away.

Immediately afterwards, within a minute, Yaya's eyelids twitched, and soon he opened them completely.

The six-year-old Yaya floated out of Lu Ming's body. It looked around blankly, then it seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned its head and pounced on Lu Ming, and got into Lu Ming's arms, screaming non-stop.

have to.

Six-year-old body, one-month heart.

I took Abby out and stuffed it into Yaya's arms, holding the little bear, Yaya smiled happily with his gums bared, and Lu Ming took it back into his body after a few moments of happiness. Lu Ming looked up at the scholar again, and nodded at the scholar. nod.

"I'm fine."

The private chat connection disappeared, and the scholar looked at the ghost chef.

"It's your turn."

"Private chat!"

The ghost chef glared at the painter fiercely, and entered the private chat link.

Five minutes later, the private chat link disappeared, and the scholar looked at the ghost eater (Wang Tai).

"What about you?"

"Private chat."

……

Everyone except the painter chose to chat privately—this second night banquet was devoid of spooky wind, and it also lacked some flavor.

After the ghost eater finished telling his story, the scholar simply announced the end of the second banquet. As the door opened, everyone stood up neatly and walked out of the room together.

When they came to the elevator, the painter and the ghost chef stood on both sides of the elevator. Neither of them teased the other, they just kept silent, and their murderous intent became stronger and stronger.

It wasn't until the painter swiped his card and walked out of the elevator first that the ghost chef let out a sigh of relief.

"I have to kill him!"

No impulsiveness, no tantrums.

The chef's voice was even and steady, as if he was only telling one fact.

"Is it easy?"

When Lu Ming asked, the chef shook his head.

It's definitely not easy to do well. The painter has not yet advanced to the fierce god, but he is indeed better than the chef.But the grievances are over, so there is no need to say anything else.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator stopped, and the mist covering the four people disappeared without a trace.

Lu Ming, Chef, Zhang Mingyuan, Wang Tai.