Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Seventh Half (4)

The moment the door of Guangxu Cafe was opened, more than a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly aimed at the commercial building behind Zhang Jinghui. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Jinghui looked at these people a little strangely, he felt that after entering this Guangxu café, the creepy feeling on his body suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He looked around, as if looking for something, and the people around him stood up and wanted to walk out of the Guangxu Cafe, but they were organized by a figure.

"I will judge him for his sins!"

Everyone who stood up glanced at each other, nodded to a separate seat in the center, and sat back in their chairs.

"Come to the seat! Mr. Zhang Jinghui. ”

Zhang Jinghui looked at the separate seat in the center, walked in with some hesitation, opened the door gently, and saw three people sitting inside, and the three of them exuded a fresh and refined momentum, indifferent to fame and fortune Looking at themselves.

"What's the trouble you're in?"

Jian Wunian, who was sitting in the middle, asked, he pretended to take a sip of coffee, looking at his nose and his nose at his heart.

Fan Chou, who was sitting on the left side of Jian Wunian, also took a sip of coffee and asked without squinting: "With our professionals who have been specializing in demon slaying and eliminating demons for thirty years here, your problems will be solved properly." ”

Zhang Jinghui nodded with a wry smile, sat on the sofa, picked up the cup, coffee, bitter and Chinese in the mouth, mellow touch, extraordinary enjoyment.

The coffee with creamer and sugar is even sweeter, but when Zhang Jinghui swallows it, it is extremely bitter.

"I seem to be haunted by a female ghost, and it may be me who is haunting me...... My dead wife! ”

"What's going on!"

According to the request of Bind Wunian, Jiang Guo stared at Zhang Jinghui with a serious face and asked in a cold voice.

Zhang Jinghui remembered the strange things encountered in the elevator, and his lips trembled slightly.

"I'm a doctor, I've been dealing with corpses for many years, and I've long been an atheist, but what happened in the past few days can't be explained by science at all, my nerves are about to collapse, I can't stand it anymore!"

Zhang Jinghui covered his head in some pain, his teeth clenched together, and he made a gurgling sound.

"My wife, for some reason, suddenly jumped off the building to commit suicide, when I rushed over, I was already picked up by people from the big hospital, I was too busy, I left first, and the hospital proved that she died on the spot, and the rest of the matter was handed over to my mother to be responsible, but ...... After the hospital cremated her, my mother actually buried her on the same day, and after that, many things happened one after another......"

Jian Wunian took a sip of coffee, interrupted him, and said, "Is there a dream in a dream, there has always been a voice in your ears." ”

Zhang Jinghui raised his head, his bloodshot eyes widened, full of incredulity, he opened his mouth, he was just about to speak, Jian Wunian waved his hand at him, and said, "Follow me"

In this way, Jian Wunian took Zhang Jinghui out of the seat, came to the counter, knocked on the counter, and said, "Waiter, give me a telescope, and when Uncle Li comes back, he will say that I took it, oh yes, my name is Jian Wunian!" ”

Under the waiter's puzzled gaze, Jian Wunian skillfully opened the drawer in front of the counter and took out an antique-like lookout glasses.

"Come with me"

In front of the door of the elegant seat, Jiang Guo and Fan Chou leaned against the door, smiling at Zhang Jinghui.

Zhang Jinghui looked back, and this smile made him a little creepy.

Walking out of the Guangxu Cafe, Jian Wunian stood on the overpass opposite the Guangxu Cafe, during which Zhang Jinghui had a lot of questions to ask, but they were all stopped by Jian Wunian waving his hand.

"This telescope, called Soul Penetration, can allow you mortal humans to see some things that are not usually seen, and I will use it for you later, but remember, don't look around, even if you do, don't be too surprised, don't make a big move, otherwise, you will be very troublesome."

Zhang Jinghui didn't understand the meaning of Bind Wunian, but he knew that this telescope could actually see ghosts.

Zhang Jinghui half-believed the result of the telescope, and looked in the direction of the finger of the boundless mind.

It was the roof of the commercial building where Yang Jing was standing.

"Remember, don't look around, don't be too surprised!"

Zhang Jinghui nodded, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, I was startled when I saw it, there was a person there, he put down the binoculars, and the person was gone.

He looked through the binoculars again, and there was indeed a man standing there.

He magnified the telescope, magnified, magnified, and magnified, and this telescope was so amazing that it could be magnified enough to see the face of the man on the roof of the commercial building opposite.

It was a woman with long hair, wearing red clothes and red shoes, she was sitting on the edge of the roof, her two calves were constantly shaking, and suddenly, she raised her head.

She stared in one direction, where Zhang Jinghui was standing, her eyes were red, her head was split, and the red and white cerebral plasma blood in it could be clearly seen.

She is undoubtedly Yang Jing!

Zhang Jinghui exclaimed in surprise and quickly shifted his gaze, but when he pointed the telescope at the overpass, an old woman in black was standing less than five meters away from them, sneering at the two of them.

"Ahh

Zhang Jinghui finally couldn't help it, roared, sat on the ground with his buttocks, his eyes glared at the boss, his face was suddenly extremely pale, cold sweat soaked his clothes and pants, and his hair was also glued together.

"Ghost, ghost!"

Zhang Jinghui trembled his hands, pointing to the back of Jian Wunian, and at the same time propped one hand behind his back, constantly moving his hands and feet backwards.

"Alas! I've said it all, don't look around, don't act too surprised, don't you understand? Humans are the problem! ”

Binding Wunian ignored the lonely ghost behind him, his eyes were fixed on the red figure on the floor of the commercial building, and the owner of the red figure was also staring at Binding Wunian.

Jian Wunian smiled and pointed at Zhang Jinghui, and the female ghost in red nodded, making that familiar voice.

"In the middle of July, the door of ghosts is wide open, there is revenge, there are grievances and complaints!"

"Haha"

As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he couldn't help but look up and laugh.

Under the hateful gaze of the red-clothed female ghost Yang Jing, she slowly stopped laughing.

"Full of nonsense, the door of the ghost is wide open in the middle of July, but ...... Whoever dares to come out and make trouble, I think, you are the only one! Hmph, look for death! ”

Bind Wunian snorted coldly, because the distance was too far, Bind Wunian couldn't do anything to her.

Yang Jing revealed her rotten face and asked, "Who are you and who are you!" ”

Jian Wunian sneered and said softly: "I! Bound without thoughts! Soul Recorder, you can also call me...... Hell! ”

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Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck out of the dark clouds, and some raindrops slowly landed, but in ten seconds, the wind rose, thunder and lightning roared, and it rained heavily.

Binding Wunian glared angrily, looking a little fierce in the lightning.

Yang Jing looked at Jian Wunian in horror, and her voice trembled a little: "Ghost ...... Hell, no, no! Even if you are a ghost, I must kill him, even if it is a knife mountain, go to the oil pot, do not hesitate! ”

In this way, Jian Wunian watched her disappear into the floor of the commercial building.

What resolute words they were, they were a pair of broken eyes, blood flowing from them, and the rain seemed to be mixed with her bloody tears.

After watching her leave, Jian Wunian grabbed Zhang Jinghui, who was lying on the ground, trembling constantly, and asked coldly: "Tell me, teacher, what's going on, don't deceive me, otherwise let Yang Jing kill you!" ”