Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

"Hello, I'm Gu Heng of the Spiritual Bureau, I wonder if the monk is interested in joining my Spiritual Bureau?"

Hongyi glanced at the old man who had been following him and shook his head.

What is it??I'm not interested!

"Monk, think about it again... Divine monk!" Gu Heng hurriedly gave the female assistant a look.

"Handsome guy, handsome guy...", the female assistant trotted to Hongyi's side.

"Well, female donor, please

say..." Gu Heng: "..."The

old man has a sentence of numbness, and I don't know if I can say it.

"That's right, we belong to the special department of Huaxia, and we usually deal with some supernatural incidents and exterminate all kinds of nonsense ghosts..."The female assistant talked eloquently.

After hearing this, Hongyi pondered for a moment and asked, "Are there many supernatural events?" "

Mmmm!" The female assistant nodded desperately.

"Are there a lot of ghosts?" Hongyi frowned slightly.

"It's... This, sometimes there is, but the strength is very average, the monk don't worry, every mission of the Spiritual Bureau is leveled, and..."

"Okay..."Hongyi pulled his backpack, strode out two steps, and then turned back and asked, "How much

is the salary?" "Ah!" The female assistant was stunned, and then agreed? "

Oh, the basic salary is 5,000 soft sister coins, there is a commission for each task, and there are paid trips twice a year, monk, I'll drive to pick you up tomorrow!" The female assistant shouted excitedly.

"Little master agreed?"

"Roar, we finally have a big master!" "

We can also take on A-level tasks!"

"Ahem... Cough!" Gu Heng couldn't help coughing twice, and said: "Okay, don't shout, I'm ready to go back!" Although everyone didn't exterminate the Black Zombie King this time, the ghosts in the Yin Village were all eliminated, which was also a great achievement, and the tourism grade was improved by one percent after two months. "

Yay!" everyone

laughed and walked out of the Yin Village.

"No," suddenly the female assistant shouted.

"Have we forgotten Lord Wang?"

"Hiss..." Gu Heng looked back and forth, and suddenly felt a sore pain in the back of his teeth.

It's over

! Lord Wang is still lying on the ground!

Hongyi sat at the entrance of the village, took out Han Xiaomei's mobile phone, and skillfully called a Didi taxi.

Why is Han Xiaomei's mobile phone in Hongyi's hands.

Don't ask!

Ask is the arrears of the mobile phone... (→_→)

Not much.

Boom, boom....

Like the low roar of a beast, the engine galloped from afar.

A big red Ferrari supercar slowly stopped in front of Hongyi.

"Your name is Didi?" said a thin red-haired young man in the car to Hongyi on the side of the road.

Looking at the red Ferrari in front of him, Hongyi didn't react for a moment.

"Isn't

it going to the Happy Community? Isn't the user a girl?"

said the red-haired young man impatiently.

In the middle of the night, I thought it was a girl, but what the hell is a monk

? A pseudo-male monk with a female avatar?

A unbearable picture surfaced in the mind of the red-haired young man, and the monk was below... He's on it.

"Shhhh

The picture is a bit dirty.

It wasn't until this moment that Hongyi reacted, ran to the co-pilot to open the car door, bowed his head and sat in.

"Amitabha, donor, can you run back for oil money if you pull people like this?" Hongyi, the co-pilot, said in surprise: "I didn't expect that there would really be a local tyrant driving a luxury car to run Didi

!" "Hmph! The oil is only a few dollars, just have a girl!" The red-haired young man said disdainfully: "Don't you keep smiling like this and staring at me? It's a little crazy." "

Damn

! It's over!

This thing can't be an attack, right

? How do you feel that this monk looks at himself with aggressive eyes?

Hongyi smiled and nodded in agreement.

I don't want to! I can't

help but wow!

"Tuhao, you're not on the way back to the city, right?" Hongyi looked out the window, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

The red-haired young man smiled: "What about that road to build a road, I can't pass this car, don't worry, I won't charge you more!" "

Oh, donor, your car is a Ferrari Lafa!

"Yes, I didn't expect the little monk to be very discerning, but don't move around, you can't afford to lose a part if it sells you. The corners of the red-haired young man's mouth were slightly hooked, and he glanced at him disdainfully.

The poor monk is afraid that he will sit once in his life.

"Donor, I heard that a rearview mirror of a luxury car is worth a down payment for a house, Tuhao, are you worth it?" Hongyi pressed down the window and couldn't help but reach out and touch the rearview mirror outside the window.

"Click..."The

Ferrari's passenger rearview mirror was snapped off by Hongyi.

"Is it worth it?"

handed the rearview mirror to the red-haired young man, Hongyi asked seriously.

The red-haired young man looked at the rearview mirror in front of him in a daze, and his head crashed directly for a while.

"Nima..."The

red-haired young man who reacted was instantly furious.

"Squeak!"

the screeching brakes sounded, and the red Ferrari came to a halt on the silent road.

"What the hell do you want to do?" said the red-haired young man with a cold expression.

Hongyi didn't answer directly, his eyes looked calmly ahead, "It is said that people who have obsessions do not want to enter reincarnation after death, donor, what is your obsession?

Threat Value: 6000

Characteristics: Drag Racing Addiction, Unrepentant Death! Like to pretend to be a driver to lure ignorant girls, the most like gold worshippers.

"Bang..."

kicked the car door open, Hongyi got out of the car, this car is good, but the space is too small, too aggrieved, it is not as comfortable as Wuling Hongguang to sit.

"You... Good!" the red-haired young man laughed angrily. He wanted to let the monk know the consequences of angering him.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The engine roared like the roar of a beast, and a piercing roar resounded through the silent road.

The red-haired man launched the Ferrari.

"Die!" he

roared, grabbing the steering wheel, and the red-haired young man was going to crush the little monk to death with his chariot.

However,

it!

Lao Tzu... What about the

steering wheel? The red-haired young man looked at the steering wheel in Hongyi's hand and was directly confused.

In the moment he was stunned, Hongyi stretched out his hand and pulled the car door, and said kindly: "The poor monk will give you a ride? The steering wheel is here!"

Hongyi had no choice but to take two steps back.

At this moment, the car accident ghost in front of him was engulfed in cyan flames. The whole person....

Hmmm

! a little spicy to the eyes!

burnt sticks...

Seeing Hongyi, the ghost in the car accident glanced at his lower body with disdain, and was immediately furious! The cyan flame on his body instantly increased in temperature, and slowly turned dark blue.

The whole person also slowly began to turn black, and in a moment a charred humanoid creature sat in the driver's seat, his face had become unrecognizable, his black distorted face, bloodshot red eyes, and white terrifying teeth, like a demon in hell.

"

Monk, do you want to feel drag racing, the kind that doesn't want to die!".