My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

In order to prevent the second "Han Zihao" incident from happening, Yin Youran directly sealed off Zhuxian Village.

The ice particles were found, and it was time for them to go back.

On the way back, Ming Yi received a message from Qian Yu, asking him about the progress of his situation.

Ming Yi didn't hide anything, and told the truth roughly.

The other party was silent for a long time, and then sighed: Alas——

Ming Yi looked at the message box, thinking that she was sad because the little friend around her disappeared, and hesitated how to comfort her.

Unexpectedly, half a minute later, Qian Yu sent a message saying: This is fine.

Ming Yi's typing action froze.

Qian Yu: There are countless souls who died under her hands. The owner was kind enough to keep her. I thought she could reform her past, but now she is fleeing abroad again, and she is a vicious ghost, even killing the living. Heavy hand, obviously has no intention of changing from evil to righteousness.

Qian Yu: Don't be too sad, even if the master stays this time, she will still run away if there is a chance in the future.

Ming Yi didn't expect that the other party would think so clearly, not only did he not need to comfort him, but he also comforted him in turn.

Mingyi: Yes.

Qian Yu: Then you stay with the master and rest early.

Ming Yi said yes and put away the phone.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Cao Xuanhe, and found that his expression was normal, without any emotion.

Thinking back carefully, Cao Xuanhe's attitude towards Bingliu seems to have always been indifferent, without much emotion.

That time when the old Taoist retaliated against them, he sent an old woman to seduce the soul of the clerk Qiao Fan. Cao Xuanhe asked Bingli to go and make trouble, and specially sent Cao Zhong to follow, saying that he was afraid that the little grudge would make too much trouble.

Ming Yi didn't care about it at the time, but now it seems that Cao Xuanhe sent Cao Zhong to follow, probably for the purpose of supervision.

After completing the task, Cao Xuanhe also acted coldly in the face of Bingli's flattery, and asked her to go back to the hut to stay.

Forget it, the ending has been settled, and Ming Yi doesn't bother to think about it.

Maybe it's because I haven't dealt with Bingli much, but now I'm more worried about Zhang Dongchen than sad about her departure.

"Daughter-in-law, why don't we go to the hospital to see Zhang Dongchen tomorrow." Ming Yi suggested.

Cao Xuanhe hummed lightly.

By the time they rushed back to the Qingning community, the sun had turned pale several times.

Ming Yi, who had been energetic all night, felt a little drowsy in an instant, Cao Xuanhe asked him to go back to the memorial tablet to rest first.

Ming Yi shook his head and refused, saying that he would go up with him, but when he parked in the underground garage, the kid had completely fallen asleep, and he didn't even remember how he got home.

It was obvious that he had not slept soundly this time. He fell asleep at six o'clock in the morning and woke up at ten o'clock in the afternoon. Playing games on a tablet.

When Cao Xuanhe woke up, it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon. After dinner, they drove to the hospital.

Zhang Dongchen has already woken up, but his complexion is not very good, his pale complexion is as pale as Ming Yi's.

Only some skin injuries were found in the hospital. As for the reason for his apparent weakness, the hospital couldn't give a conclusion for a while, let alone cure him.

As for Yin Youran, he hasn't rested since last night. First, he mobilized the police forces from Qinglin and Xihong provinces to seal off Zhuxian Village, and at the same time had people interrogate the two Taoist priests. Finally, Song Yuanxiang was notified to gather the Taoists with profound Taoism from each province. Warlocks came to break the formation.

At night, Ming Yi took advantage of Cao Xuanhe's rest, slipped out again, and wandered around in the street.

He thought, since the Zhang family and his father hadn't shown up yet, he would continue to be the bait.

I don't know if Yin Youran was so busy that he didn't have time to take care of him, or if he didn't expect him to come out at night.

Tonight, Ming Yi notices that there are a lot fewer little ghosts on the street, and it is estimated that those little ghosts and warlocks who protected him before have all withdrawn to do other things.

Only the shy and stuttering kid was still guarding the gate of the community as usual, hugging his knees.Sitting pitifully on the side of the road.

Ming Yi walked over, kicked the curb next to him, and asked him, "Zhai Shushu, why are you still here?"

The little ghost was suddenly approached by him, and his face instantly turned red: "I, I, I..."

"..." started again.

Ming Yi interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Forget it, I know, protect me, right?"

The kid nodded: "Yes."

Ming Yi looked him up and down, clicked his tongue, and asked, "Zhai Shushu, are you serious about social fear?"

Stay away from him, and he will be just as normal as any other kid.

As long as he got close, he felt his whole body tense up, wishing his hairs would stand on end, because he was too nervous, his hands wished to be twisted into twists.

The kid nodded again: "Yes."

Ming Yi couldn't help laughing, reached out to pat him on the head, and praised him: "You are so cute."

Zhai Shushu's face instantly turned red, and the weak mosquito replied, "You are cute too."

The voice was too low, and he lowered his head, Ming Yi heard it every day, turned around and floated towards the street

Zhai Shushu immediately chased after him.

In this way, two cute little ghosts walked around the street one after the other.

This night, Ming Yi used force to dissuade a few brawlers, feeling full of accomplishment in his heart.

In the middle of the night, Ming Yi was a little tired, so he found a place to rest.

On the street, the street lights are bright, the sky is as black as ink, and the cool night wind blows on the face, which is very comfortable and comfortable.

Ming Yi found a bench and sat down, humming a song to rest.

He thought that tonight would be as peaceful and peaceful as before, but he didn't expect that a dozen ghost figures suddenly appeared in front of the kid before he finished humming a song, surrounding him.

Ming Yi looked up, and when he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face, he froze for a moment, and muttered in disbelief: "Zhang Weiyu!"

Did he really catch a fish? "

Zhang Weiyu, whose name was called by him, uttered a cold voice from his nose, gritted his teeth with a ferocious face, and said, "Ming Yi, your time of death has arrived!"

"Only by you?" Ming Yi sneered, and said disdainfully, "It's just ridiculous."

Zhang Weiyu was not angry, and said with an evil smile: "Then try!"

Ming Yi raised his eyebrows, and replied, "Just try it!"