"Obviously, you are entangled by that man named Xinliang!" Kaohsiung hurriedly said, in fact, he was not sure, and even doubted whether this Miss Wen was suffering from neurasthenia. But he had to say so so as not to lose customers. Miss Wen was very scared and asked how to solve it, and Kaohsiung offered to find a place to meet first and talk carefully. After hanging up the phone, Kaohsiung was still very excited, this was the first time to have business, before the meeting, he instructed Pan Zai, talk about customers as much as possible by him, you mainly observe customers, to see if there is any abnormality, if there is, you must say it face to face, don't be afraid of scaring customers, can't exaggerate, to tell the truth.

At a café on Xinyi Road, Kaohsiung took Pan Zai to meet Miss Wen. She is slender and not pretty, and Gao Xiong thinks that it is very difficult to become famous under these conditions, unless she sings very well. Miss Wen had a very bad complexion, dark circles under her eyes, and she was in a state of malaise. Pan Tsai looked at Miss Wen, and then stared at the side behind her for a long time.

Kaohsiung asked him what he meant with his eyes, and Pan Zai had no choice but to say, "There is a group of yin qi in the shape of a human standing in this place." Miss Wen was so frightened that she hurriedly turned around, Kaohsiung said You don't have to be nervous, the yin spirit doesn't dare to come out in broad daylight, only the mage can see it.

Miss Wen asked, "What is this yin qi and what does it look like?"

Pan Tsai looked at it and replied: "He looks very short, only about one meter and six points-" Before he could finish speaking, Miss Wen burst into tears, holding Pan Tsai's hand tightly and begging him for help. Her actions frightened the surrounding customers and they all looked this way. Kaohsiung hurriedly comforted, and Miss Wen finally put away her crying, saying that Xinliang's height is like this, relatively short. Kaohsiung can now be sure that this matter is not an illusion, he is very happy, it is not an illusion that there is business, let Miss Wen relax, and leave everything to us to deal with.

In the café, Pan Zai tried to communicate with the yin spirit with a spell on the spot, but within half a minute, Pan Zai stopped, looking at the direction of the back door of the café. "What?" Miss Wen hurriedly asked.

Pan Zai said: "Just as I was about to communicate, the yin spirit ran away, as if he was very timid. After his analysis, he suspected that one was yin and strong during the day, and the other was that this person might have something unspeakable, because he didn't feel too much resentment, which meant that he didn't have a grudge against Miss Wen, which could also be heard from Miss Wen's previous story, if there was a grudge, it would be impossible to apologize endlessly, but to accuse sharply. And this person is very likely to be very introverted before he was born, and he will be like this after becoming a ghost.

After some discussion, Kaohsiung suggested that Pan Tsai should go to Miss Wen's house, in order to avoid scaring the Xinliang Yin Spirit away again, it was best to let him pretend to be Miss Wen's boyfriend and live with her, so that it would be convenient to act. Miss Wen was a little embarrassed, and Kaohsiung comforted her: "Don't worry, Master Pan is a person who cultivates the Fa, and he is not close to women, so he has no other meaning!" Miss Wen had already comprehended Pan Zai's mana, so she agreed.

Because she had to go to a new record company for an interview, Miss Wen left first, leaving her home address in Kaohsiung. After she left, Pan Zai was very nervous, and it seemed that Kaohsiung guessed that he might not have been close to the woman, so he said: "What is there to be nervous about, and I don't want you to go into the cave room with her!"

"Do you really want to sleep in the same bed with her?" asked Pan Zai. Kaohsiung said that of course, if she doesn't pretend to be her boyfriend, I'm afraid it will be difficult to attract the ghost named Xinliang, so how can she solve the problem, and she won't be able to make money. The two returned to their lodgings and began to discuss the details of their evening actions. Kaohsiung asked if the ghost could sense that there was a mage nearby, and Pan Tsai said that unless the mage had already started reciting mantras, it wouldn't, if it was a monk or Taoist priest with more advanced mana, the ghost should be able to perceive it immediately, but someone like him who cultivates external methods or even yin methods will not.

Kaohsiung said: "That's good, you just stay with Miss Wen, if that ghost appears again in the middle of the night, what will you do?" Pan Zai thought for a while, and said that judging from the situation just now, this ghost is not angry, but he should have a request for Miss Wen. It stands to reason that people who commit suicide should be more resentful, and it is especially serious to hang themselves, which is very abnormal.

"Could it be that this person was particularly sloppy in his life?" asked Kaohsiung. Pan Tsai shook his head and said that it was not clear now, and he would not know until he had a sense with the Yin Spirit at that time.

After dinner in the evening, about ten o'clock, Kaohsiung and Pan Tsai came to Miss Wen's residence, which was a very old old-fashioned apartment, and when they knocked on the door, they saw Miss Wen wearing light-colored pajamas and pants, as if she had just woken up. "I had to go to bed early, and in case I woke up in the middle of the night, I had to sit with the lights on until dawn, for fear that I wouldn't have the energy tomorrow," she said. The house was poorly furnished, and Kaohsiung comforted Miss Wen a few words before offering to leave.

Pan Tsai told Kaohsiung about the night, he was very embarrassed, and he didn't say anything, only asked Miss Wen to turn off the light and continue to sleep, he barely slept on the edge of the outside of the bed, and he didn't cover the quilt, because there was only one futon. Miss Wen may have been extremely sleepy, and she didn't have time to be afraid of a strange man by her side, so she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

At about two o'clock in the morning, this time it was Pan Tsai who slept first, he felt that there seemed to be someone in the room, opened his eyes and looked around, the curtains were still drawn, and there was moonlight outside, and he saw a half-body figure standing outside the window, not moving. Miss Wen was still asleep, and Pan Tsai was a little nervous, and what happened in the café during the day made him feel that he couldn't communicate with him directly with a psychic charm, so he had to stay still.

Ten minutes passed, and the figure standing outside the curtain still didn't move, like it was just a human-shaped cardboard. Then Miss Wen was physically active, she also woke up, turned around and saw Pan Zai with her eyes open, she was a little surprised, Pan Zai hurriedly made a boo gesture to her, and then pointed out the window. Miss Wen immediately understood, and couldn't help but look up slightly, and when she saw the dark shadow outside the curtain, she exclaimed softly.

The figure still didn't move, and Pan Tsai nodded, and made a gesture to continue, Miss Wen knew that this was for him to talk to him. Because of Pan Zai's presence, Miss Wen was not as scared as she was when she encountered ghosts before, so she dared to ask, "Who is outside?"

"I'm Xinliang. The figure outside replied.

Miss Wen asked him what was the matter, and the figure paused for a moment: "I'm really sorry." ”

"Do you have something to say, you always follow me like this, it makes me very afraid!" Miss Wen raised her voice and simply said what was in her heart.

The figure said, "I'm so sorry. ”

Miss Wen was very angry: "What else will you do but apologize and scare people?" If you don't say anything, let me go!" The figure hesitated for a moment, its body moved, from wide to narrow, judging from the shadow, it should be trying to turn around. Pan Tsai had been prepared, and he began to recite a Laotian super-level mantra in a very low voice, but stopped after only a few words.