The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

In this trial, points are set for each ghost based on its strength.

The trial begins, and each group disperses to catch ghosts.

As of the end of the trial, whichever group has the highest score will win.

The examiner rang the bell and each group went straight to the third floor. After all, the ghosts were on the third floor, so it was better to strike first.

Only Qing'an and Yanjiu looked at each other.

Qing'an asked tentatively: "Yanjiu, do you, um, do you really want to get a ranking?"

Yanjiu smiled slightly: "Ranking is not important, but it is a burden."

Hearing this, Qing'an just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Yanjiu continued: "But I am more curious about the guys on the second floor."

Hearing this, visible to the naked eye, a layer of goosebumps quickly appeared on Qing'an's white and tender skin, and then slowly dissipated.

His cheeks were a little red, and there was obvious fear in his eyes:

"It's better not to do it, it's very scary."

Yanjiu's back slumped, and he was also slumped: "Then we don't want it anymore. Let's just go to the fourth floor to hide in peace."

Yes, Yanjiu has never been curious.

He just thought that today's game was organized in a showy way, so nothing really happened.

After thinking about it carefully, Gu Qizhou would still be responsible if something happened, so he might as well hide and be quiet.

Therefore, Yanjiu and Qing'an went to the fourth floor as if it was serious.

This was also ridiculed by the other groups. Yanjiu and Qing'an, two weaklings, came together and could miss the correct answer so accurately. It was rare.

……

Half an hour later, Yanjiu was sitting by a window on the fourth floor, drowsy.

Seeing this, Qing'an couldn't help but persuade him: "Yanjiu, if you are really sleepy, just go to sleep first."

Yanjiu yawned: "What if a ghost comes up?"

Qing'an said seriously: "I won't sleep. If there is any movement, I will call you and we will run together. Besides, ghosts will not come up."

Yanjiu turned his head and asked Qing'an: "Why don't you come up?"

Qing'an scratched his head, his tender little face full of sadness: "Ghosts don't really like the smell of me. They don't want to get too close to me."

Hearing this, Yan Jiu suddenly realized that maybe Qing'an's blood and soul were particularly pure, so he had the effect of purifying and exorcising evil spirits.

Ghosts are more afraid of people like Qing'an.

On the contrary, if the inkstone has a light weight and a light soul, it is popular with ghosts.

It was really nice to have Qing'an by his side. Yanjiu leaned softly against the window, preparing to take a nap.

Yanjiu opened his eyes suddenly after closing his eyelids for a moment.

At this moment, he felt a murderous and ominous atmosphere permeating the entire building.

As soon as Yan Jiu came down from the window, he saw Shang Jing put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the elevator calmly.

Yan Jiu was keenly aware that Shang Jing was full of hostility and subtle excitement. He seemed to be very interested in the things on the second floor.

Therefore, Yanjiu was even more puzzled: "Mr. Shang, why are you here?" Why did you come to him first?

Yanjiu was even thinking randomly, Shang Jing wouldn't want to take him as a bait to lure out the things on the second floor, right?

Anyway, Shang Jing has done this before.

However, Shang Jing just rubbed his wrist bones and said slowly:

"There seems to be something very evil on the second floor. I want to go take a look."

Yanjiu looked around: "But this is the fourth floor."

Shang Jing turned a deaf ear and looked at Yanjiu gloomily: "There will be a problem soon, are you able to protect yourself?"

Although his tone of voice was disgusting, his concern could still be noticed.

Yanjiu was a little stunned. He looked at Shang Jing confusedly, confused:

"Me? I will hide if there is danger? Do you care about me?"