Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"Then when should we... do this thing?" Sun Hong still hadn't recovered from the great shock. He felt timid at the thought of having to face an evil spirit.

"The time has not come yet, wait a moment." Jinchen said.

"So...when will my brother wake up?"

"Now."

Jinchen was still nonchalant.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Hong subconsciously looked at the bedside, and sure enough, he saw that Brother Sun had opened his eyes. He was so excited that he rushed over and shouted, "Brother! Brother, you finally..."

Before Sun Hong's excitement subsided, she was frightened by the lifeless eyes, like a puppet without a soul.

Ying Wushu explained: "It's like Yin energy has entered the body, and the soul has been taken away by the resentful ghost. It needs to be caught back to recover."

"Catch him back..."

Sun Hong nodded blankly and almost knelt down to beg Jinchen, "Master! Master, I beg you! You must save my brother!"

Jinchen: "50."

There should be no book:?

Luo Qiu:? ?!

Sun Hong: "Okay! Okay! As long as my brother wakes up, 50 is no problem!"

He was filled with gratitude, as if he had seen a living Buddha.

Jinchen took out two talismans and said, "Wait for my news. You need to prepare."

Sun Hong accepted the talisman as if it were a treasure. In order to express her sincerity, she quickly took out a bank card and said, "There is 20 yuan in this card. Can I pay a deposit first?"

Jinchen nodded and took the card.

When leaving the ward, Ying Wushu and Luo Qiu were both confused.

Jinchen handed the card to Ying Wushu and raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What are you thinking about?"

Ying Wushu suddenly realized, "So I can ask for money."

It was at this time that one could finally see some of the clarity on his face that comes from a recent college graduate.

Jinchen was surprised by this sentence.

"Do you guys help for free every time?"

A slightly awkward silence is the best answer.

Jin Chen couldn't help but tapped Ying Wushu's forehead with his finger, "You are so young, but you have earned a lot of merit."

Ying Wushu: “…”

My face suddenly felt hot. How could I not hear the teasing?

“No one has ever said that.”

He murmured, feeling that just as his grandfather had said, the existence of Lingqingdu was to rescue those who were destined to be rescued, to replace objects and then to continue to seal them.

The reason why Lingqingdu has been poor for generations has been found!

Ying Wushu: "In fact, some people gave money before, but they didn't give... this much."

20!

Jinchen nodded, "Very good, many repeat customers."

Ying Wushu was ashamed, holding up the card worth 20 yuan, "How about this be considered an advance on your salary?"

Jinchen: “No.”

"You are the boss, so of course the money belongs to you."

Luo Qiu leaned over from behind them, looking left and right, "Excuse me, I have a question!"

He raised his hand like an elementary school student, interrupting the inexplicable atmosphere that made it impossible to get involved.

"You said you wanted to prepare something just now. What do you want to prepare?" Luo Qiu asked Jinchen.

Jinchen raised his chin nonchalantly, motioning them to look at Xu Feifei who walked out alone with a lunch box.

"Find out about Xu Feifei. If her resentment is not eliminated, her ghost power will increase."

"Follow me."

The sixteen-year-old girl was filled with too much resentment.

-

As soon as Xu Feifei returned to the community, she ran into her neighbor, who was wearing a sweatshirt and had a big belly.

She called for someone in a low voice and wanted to go home quickly with her lunch box.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm waiting for you here, why are you walking so fast?"

The neighbor uncle was blocking the stairs where Xu Feifei was leaving with a toothpick in his mouth.

"Your father was in the hospital and was short of money, so he came to me to borrow tens of thousands of yuan. But your mother asked me to go to your house for dinner tonight, so you have to treat me well."

Everyone knows what the words mean.

Xu Feifei's face changed instantly, and the fingers holding the lunch box twisted.

Next to the green belt of the community, Luo Qiu gritted his teeth and said, "How shameless!"

"Don't just stand there, hurry up and leave. I don't have your key." The neighbor uncle urged impatiently.

After a moment, Xu Feifei suddenly smiled and raised the lunch box as if she had changed into a different person.

"Uncle, I made braised pork today. Come in, there's more in the kitchen."

"Is that sensible?"

The neighbor uncle grinned, put his arm around Xu Feifei's shoulder and swaggered towards her home.

Jinchen watched this scene, his eyes fixed on the lunch box.

In the ward, Xu Feifei always held the lunch box in her hand, except for feeding the Xu family.

What's inside...

Jinchen frowned, and suddenly had a bad guess in his mind.

At this moment, Ying Wushu wondered, "Her brother has been killed. Isn't she afraid of being discovered? Or is the body not at home?"

Jinchen: "...lunch box."

Ying Wushu looked up at him, and it was rare that he didn't follow his train of thought. "What?"

Jinchen turned his head again and looked, his voice deep.

"Her brother, maybe in the lunch box."

Ying Wushu understood it almost instantly, feeling surprised and absurd.

Then, Ying Wushu folded a small paper man and planned to use magic weapon to check the situation in the room.

The small paper figure needs to be endowed with spiritual consciousness. You should put two fingers together without writing and attach the spiritual consciousness to the paper figure.

"Open your spiritual awareness, open your Dharma eyes, and go."

The little paper man suddenly jumped up and down on the grass, and in front of Ying Wushu's slightly surprised eyes, he jumped onto Jinchen's shoulder affectionately and stuck close to him.

Ying Wushu: “…”

What is this doing?

Hearing Jinchen's low laugh, Ying Wushu's ears turned red. He didn't want to look at the embarrassing little paper man, "Go quickly!"

The little paper man then flew into the stairwell reluctantly, and at the same time, the bronze mirror in Ying Wushu's hand showed the scene that the little paper man saw.

Jinchen: "The spiritual consciousness is quite lively."

Ying Wushu covered his face with a bronze mirror and refused to respond to this topic that he himself did not understand.

"Would you like to see it?"

"Look," Jinchen said lazily, "How can I see you when you're so far away?"

Ying Wushu could only move towards him, holding the antique bronze mirror in both hands.

Luo Qiu beside the two of them: "..."

hiss.

What's going on today.

I always feel that my presence is a bit low.