Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

In the afternoon, Xia Tan, who was in a trance, was asked out by Lian Min.

"Shaodong was called to the hospital. After he woke up, he acted like a madman and said he saw a ghost last night. He also cursed you without restraint. Now the whole studio is in turmoil."

Lian Min looked at Xia Tan across from him with concern, "Xiao Tan, are you okay?"

Even though Xia Tan was not in the news agency today, he did not miss the news in the group. He pursed his lips and tried to smile as usual, but he couldn't smile at all.

He could only shake his head and asked Lian Min in a hoarse voice, "Everyone in the club thinks that I used to be... Why did you still come to see me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Not only are you and I colleagues, we are also friends who have been on many field missions together. How could I not know who you are?"

Lian Min looked at his friend who looked much more haggard, and sighed, "It's a pity that people's hearts are separated by their stomachs."

"Normally Shao Dong is a low-key person, but I didn't expect him to be such a shameless person."

"Yes, people's hearts are hidden..."

Xia Tan's eyes became unfocused, and he couldn't help but think of Lin Qian, who had found the right moment to go to the bathroom last night.

Jinchen said that Lin Qian was peeking outside the door last night.

Lin Qian knows everything.

I knew Shaodong's plan and how helpless he was when he was being harassed, but I remained indifferent.

Just today, he received a message from Lin Qian.

Lin Qian said that he originally thought Shaodong was a trustworthy person and wanted him to find happiness as well.

What a feeble explanation.

Lian Min noticed that he was distracted and moved closer to him in confusion, "Are you really okay? I noticed that you haven't been in a good mood these past few days."

Xia Tan raised his hand to support his head and rubbed it. He felt a little dizzy, which could only be attributed to the excessive shock he had received last night and being...

"You're blushing." Lian Min suddenly asked curiously.

Xia Tan: “…”

Xia Tan held Lian Min's hand and asked seriously, "Xiao Lian, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Lian Min was shocked, "Is there really a ghost in your house? Tell me what's going on."

Xia Tan didn't tell Lian Min everything, but used a more tactful way to tell him about Jinchen's existence and their time together.

But Lian Min's expression became visibly strange.

"Xiao Tan... Does this ghost really like you? Or do you also like this ghost?"

Xia Tan denied: "No."

Lian Min looked as if he didn't believe it, "Then why are you blushing while you're talking?"

Xia Tan slapped his naughty hand, a little embarrassed, "Lian Min!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be serious."

Lian Min sat up straight with a smile, but soon became worried again, "But joking aside, it's still pretty creepy to have a ghost in the house."

"Didn't you invite a master? Be hard-hearted and let the master drive the ghost away."

Xia Tan's heart tightened, and he clenched his coffee cup tightly, "Let me think about it..."

-

Jinchen found the house where Jinbing was killed.

There was very little remaining ghost energy, and it was all expelled by Jinchen's arrival.

Ling Gungun quietly turned into a ball of light and jumped out, circling the house several times, and finally chose to stay in front of Jinchen and blind his ghost eyes.

[Report to the host, there is nothing here! ]

Jinchen just felt it was irritating his eyes.

He slapped Lingdan away and made a random gesture with his hands. A gloomy aura enveloped the entire room like a hazy black fog that could not be dissipated.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

The hanged ghost was summoned in and felt the strong aura of the Ghost King. He didn't care about anything and slid to his knees and fell in front of Jinchen.

"My lord, spare me! I was just passing by to watch the fun!"

Jinchen tilted his head slightly and looked directly at the hanged ghost, "Didn't we say we would meet here?"

"what……?"

The hanged ghost used his precarious head to think about when he had made the agreement with the Ghost King, and then thought about the purpose of his coming here.

The hanged ghost was so frightened that he held his head and said, "You...you are the mysterious ghost?!"

Jinchen nodded coldly.

He didn't expect that he was the ghost king.

But the boss is so powerful.

The hanged man continued to shiver.

It wasn't said to be so mysterious!

I thought it was a meeting with an online friend, but it turned out to be a disaster.

The hanged man felt that his life was coming to an end.

Poor thing, I just made a mask of devil sauce before going out today!

Jin Chen had no time to explore the hanged ghost's psychological activities. "You often gossip around, how much do you know about the Jin family?"

"Jin family..."

The hanged ghost sat on the ground holding his head, touched it with melancholy, and then put his head back after hearing the words, and asked hesitantly: "My king, are you asking about the ordinary or the extraordinary?"

Jinchen raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes staring at the hanged ghost, like the eyes of an eagle, "What do you mean."

The hanged ghost didn't dare to keep the secret any longer, and hurriedly spilled out all the melons he had eaten.

"As long as there are ghosts in this world, there will be ghost catchers. There is a branch of the Jin family that catches ghosts, and they openly present themselves as Feng Shui masters."

"But the Jin who died in this house...Jin..."

Jinchen: "Jinbing."

"Yes! Jin Bing, it's just an ordinary branch, but he also got some Feng Shui skills. He has a brother who is even more powerful. I saw him cheating people outside a few days ago."

The hanged man finished speaking in one breath, feeling so tired that his mouth was dry. He twisted his head off and held it in his arms, using his mouth to direct his hands to pour the water from the vase into the flowerpot.

【Oh my goodness! This is scary.】

Ling Gungun went straight into the seam of Jinchen's clothes.

With the news about the hanged man as a basis, it would be much easier to distinguish whether what Jiang Wen said was true or false.

Jinchen released the ghost hidden in the black bottle.

Jiang Wen was tortured to death by the spiritual energy inside, and when he was released, he had lost the ability to fight back and lay on the ground like a salted fish, dying.

The hanged ghost recognized that this was the guy who became a ghost after jumping off the building. His mouth was wide open enough for an egg to fit in. He quickly covered it with his hands and continued to hang in the air eating melons.

Jinchen stepped on Jiang Wen's fingertips, lowered his eyes indifferently, as if he could not hear the screams of the evil spirit at all, and his handsome and creepy face did not change his expression.

"Jiang Wen."

Jiang Wen shrank back, and his screams stopped reflexively, fear was instinctive, "I didn't kill you... I didn't kill you! You killed me! You killed me once, what else do you want!"

Jin Chen's eyes were as dark as ink, and there was a raging bloodshot light. He nonchalantly lifted Jiang Wen's chin with his toes, "I didn't say I wanted to kill you."

"Tell me what you know."

The cold voice is low and gloomy, like Satan who bewitches everything.

Jiang Wen was still shaking uncontrollably. He didn't want to be locked in the bottle again. He hesitated for two seconds and spoke tremblingly.

"It was someone from the Jin family who killed you... I don't know who it was, but I know... Jin Bing and Jin Ze were accomplices, and I... I just wanted to make some money from it! Who knew that you would hold a grudge against me."

Jiang Wen burst into tears, and turning into a ghost did not reduce his fear at all, "It really has nothing to do with me... Don't kill me!"

Jinchen: "Why did you kill Jinbing?"

Jiang Wen suddenly became furious: "This bastard lied to me! He said nothing would happen if I helped him, but you turned into a ghost and killed me first!"

Jinchen: "..."

Very unlucky.