There's something weird about this elf center

Huazhu Huanhuan finished the sweetness in small bites, then sank into the water again and ignored Qiao Er.

Qiao Er was determined to conquer it, but he was not in a hurry.

After the lunch break, when Qiao Er opened the door, he saw the figure sitting at the door.

Carrying a guitar on his back, he has a tall and straight body and looks very stylish. If it weren't for the guitar, Qiao Er felt that the person in front of him was probably a soldier.

"Lin Yihua?"

Hearing the call from behind, Lin Yihua hurriedly finished the coarse grain cake in his hand and stood up.

"Ah, good afternoon, Boss Qiao."

"Come in and talk."

"Um, okay, excuse me."

Qiao Er brought a cup of hot water, and Lin Yihua didn't show any pretense. He ate in a hurry just now and looked like he was choking.

The temperature of the water was a little bit hot for the mouth, but Lin Yihua didn't care. He blew on it and drank half a cup in one gulp.

"Why didn't you come here this morning?"

Lin Yihua was stunned for a moment, a little surprised by Qiao Er's friend-like greeting.

"Well, I went to sing a song."

"Singing? Didn't I tell you that your Striker is sick? Why not bring it for treatment first? Is singing more important than your own elf?"

Qiao Er had a grudge in his heart about what happened in the morning. At this moment, Qiao Er's tone became unkind inadvertently.

Lin Yihua was not annoyed, his smile was helpless but also bitter.

"It's because the killer is sick, that's why I want to go. Treatment requires money, and I don't have any money. I can only make money by selling songs."

Selling songs? make money?

Qiao Er raised his head and looked at the man opposite him seriously. My hair was messy, and it looked like it had been blown by the wind for a long time. Even though I drank hot water to moisturize my lips, I could still clearly see the dryness and warped skin on my lips.

"So did you make any money?"

Lin Yihua smiled again, as if he could do nothing else except this.

"No."

"Then are you still going?"

"Boss Qiao, there are many things in this world that you can't stop doing if you know the outcome. There is no choice, no retreat, we can only move forward."

It's not a negative energy, but he is obviously a young man who has been severely beaten by reality. Qiao Er didn't like this argument. Although Lin Yihua's approach was to fight, Qiao Er didn't want to continue this topic.

"I asked you to come because I knew you could afford the medicine. Just come and don't think about other things."

"This"

Lin Yihua is not stupid. Boss Qiao’s meaning couldn’t be more simple. Even if he has no money, he will treat patients in vain. But these days, are there really people with such "benevolent doctors"? Lin Yihua didn't believe it, but what could he do by deceiving himself?

"Okay, don't be in a daze. While there's no business now, I'll help Strike the Ghost take a closer look."

Others are not pretentious, but you, Lin Yihua, are being pretentious? Lin Yihua laughed at himself and took out the elf ball used to defeat ghosts.

The blue figure did a somersault and landed firmly. After briefly observing the surrounding environment, he stood proudly on the spot, as tall as a pine tree.

"System, scan the status of the ghost attack for me."

"Ding dong, the status scan of Strike Ghost has been completed. Do you want to receive relevant information now?"

"take over."

Name: Fight against ghosts

Attribute: Fighting

Characteristics: Mental strength (possessing strong mental perseverance and not easily falling into a state of fear)

Personality: Calm

Owner: Lin Yihua

Physical strength: abundant

Abnormal status: none

Mood: indifferent.

Mental state: The palm has been seriously injured. After recovery, it was unable to extricate itself from the memory of the injury, giving rise to the illusion that the palm has not yet recovered.

Physical condition: healthy.

Treatment direction: psychology.

Um? Looking at the description of the system, Qiao Er frowned. This paragraph of text reminded him of a character in a TV series he had seen in his previous life.

That character was bullied in prison and his left leg was broken. As a result, the experience was too profound.