Meng Anqi's death continued to ferment, major media forums rushed to report, fans spontaneously organized mourning activities, and Meng Anna was also taken into police custody and waiting for legal sanctions.

And Zhang Ling, who broadcast all this live, has also become a popular figure, first called by the police for questioning, after determining that Meng Anqi's murder case has nothing to do with him, the lovely and respectable police uncle criticized and educated him, the main purpose is not to carry out this kind of feudal superstitious activities in the future, to establish an outlook on life and values.

When Zhang Ling returned to his shop after expressing his humility and receiving instruction, he found that a large number of reporters were already waiting at the door of the store with long guns and short cannons.

"Hey, look, Zhang Ling!"

A reporter with an eye thief suddenly spotted Zhang Ling, who was about to slip away, and suddenly those reporters who were like sharks smelling blood flew towards Zhang Ling.

"Mr. Zhang Ling, what do you have to do with Anqi?"

"Master Zhang, can you really see ghosts?"

"I heard that three generations of your family have made a living from paper, is your ability to communicate yin and yang ancestral?"

"Mr. Zhang......"

Zhang Ling couldn't bear to lower his head and walked quickly towards the paper shop, as soon as he opened the door of the store, he heard a reporter say: "Snapshot, give a close-up of the store!" ”

"Get out, don't go and let the ghost go!"

Zhang Ling turned around violently, took out the yellow charm that was not bright from his pocket, and looked at those reporters with a fierce face.

The effect of this yelling was surprisingly good, and those reporters were really frightened and didn't dare to come forward, taking advantage of their stunned moments, Zhang Ling hurriedly locked the door of the store and sat on the ground and let out a sigh.

As soon as he sat down, the phone rang, and he took out the phone to see that it was He Qiaoxin calling, and he hurriedly answered it.

"Hey, where are you, Zhang Ling?"

"I'm in the store!"

"Come to the hospital, there are a lot of reporters here, Xiaorou is about to cry!"

When Zhang Ling heard this, he immediately blurted out a national scolding, this gang of paparazzi is really pervasive, and they found his sister so quickly.

He Qiaoxin said, "You wait for me, I'll go over immediately!" ”

Zhang Ling turned around and opened the door of the store and was about to go out, who knew that those reporters had been guarding the door, and as soon as they saw Zhang Ling open the door, they immediately rushed inside.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ling closed the door again, and cursed in his heart: "These damn bastards! ”

There is only one exit from his small shop, and there is not even a window, so it is estimated that someone would have been ambushed there long ago.

"What to do?!"

Zhang Ling was spinning around like an ant on a hot pot, and he was now anxious, and he felt the urge to kill when he thought of those vicious reporters asking his sister.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of something, a bottle with a black plastic bag in it.

And that bottle contained the same ghost that Mei Ruolan caught last time when he helped Mei Ruolan catch ghosts, because he hadn't had time to deal with it, so the bottle had been thrown in the corner.

Looking at the bottle, Zhang Ling had a plan, he took out Lu An's codex and quickly rummaged through it, and after a while, he grinned: "It's you!" ”

He took a piece of chalk to repel cockroaches and drew a pentagon on the ground near the gate, then drew five circles at each vertex of the pentagon, and then wrote five inscriptions on it.

After doing all this, Zhang Ling picked up the bottle and stood in the middle of the formation, he took a deep breath, unscrewed the cap, and suddenly a puff of black smoke rushed out of the bottle.

Zhang Ling hurriedly threw away the bottle and retreated to the outside of the formation, the ghost seemed to have been locked up for a long time, she couldn't even conjure into a human form, but rushed towards Zhang Ling in the form of a black mist.

But when the black qi had just reached the boundary of the circle, a sound like a soldering iron entering water sounded, and the black mist immediately shrank back and was suspended in mid-air.

"Haha, this soul refining array is really easy to use. You're going to be honest with me! ”

After saying that, he reopened the door of the store, and the reporters were just about to rush in, Zhang Ling flashed, and a morning sun shot on the black fog, and the ghost immediately let out a terrible scream, and a hideous grimace changed out of the black fog.

"Damn,!"

The reporters were so frightened that they screamed and ran away, and some of them even ran away from their shoes

Looking at the backs of those reporters, Zhang Ling shouted: "If you dare to pester me again, I will take the friends below to your door every day to squat!" ”

Zhang Ling, who was relieved, turned around to look at the black fog in the array, locked the door of the store and went straight to the hospital, he was not worried that this powerful ghost would run out and harm people, because the formation he drew was a formation specializing in refining powerful ghosts.

A powerful ghost like this, who has been greatly injured by Zhang Lingguan's vitality, will disappear in a few hours.

……

As soon as he entered the hospital, Zhang Ling saw reporters holding microphones and cameras walking towards the ward.

"!"

Needless to guess, these people must have gone to find his sister, and he hurried up to the hematology department on the sixth floor through a small remote door.

As soon as he turned out of the hallway, he was dumbfounded, and more than a dozen reporters were standing at the door of the treatment area, and if it weren't for the hospital's security guards at the door, they would have rushed in.

Suddenly, someone slapped him behind him, and Zhang Ling turned his head to see He Qiaoxin looking at him angrily.

"Hey, ingenuity!"

Zhang Ling smirked twice, as the so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, it is always right to smile.

"Follow me!"

He Qiaoxin took Zhang Ling's hand and entered the lounge, and as soon as he entered the room, He Qiaoxin crossed his waist and asked fiercely: "What the hell is going on?" ”

Zhang Ling was really angry when he saw He Qiaoxin, and hurriedly told her the truth about the live broadcast, and he repeatedly emphasized that this was to make up for Yurou's medical expenses.

He Qiaoxin quietly listened to Zhang Ling's explanation, twisted his arm vigorously and said: "You are really angry with me, you told me about the lack of money, do you know how much trouble you caused this time!" ”

"Yes, yes, all the mistakes are my fault, don't be angry!"

"How much is the cost of treatment?"

"Huh? It's still about 300,000 yuan! ”

Zhang Ling calculated, the 100,000 in his hand plus the 100,000 given by Lu Mingxuan, and the money for these live broadcasts he had about 220,000 in his hand, and together with the 100,000 he paid last time, he was still about 300,000 yuan.

After listening to this, He Qiaoxin turned around and walked to his locker and took out his wallet, took out a card from it and handed it to Zhang Lingdao: "Na, there are 100,000 here, which I have saved from my work in the past few years, and the password is 332435." ”

Zhang Ling did not reject He Qiaoxin's heart, he knew that this woman had him in her heart, and if he refused now, he was rejecting her heart.

"Good figure!"

After taking the card, Zhang Ling looked at He Qiaoxin's ******** figure and whistled, and immediately attracted He Qiaoxin's pink fist.

Zhang Ling didn't dodge, let He Qiaoxin's fist hit his body, he pulled He Qiaoxin into his arms, hugged her tightly in his arms and said, "Thank you, Qiaoxin!" ”

He Qiaoxin didn't struggle, and let Zhang Ling hold her, although it was just a simple thank you, she could feel Zhang Ling's strong affection.

The noise from the door separated the two who were in love with each other, He Qiaoxin grabbed a white coat hanging behind the door and stuffed it into Zhang Ling's arms and said, "Put it on, I'll take you to see Xiaorou!" ”

Zhang Ling, who was disguised as a medical worker, entered the ward smoothly under the cover of He Qiaoxin, and as soon as he entered the room, Zhang Yurou immediately threw herself into his arms and cried aggrievedly, obviously frightened by those reporters.

Zhang Ling comforted his sister a few words, took her hand back to the hospital bed, He Qiaoxin gently helped her to the bed and said with a smile: "Little girl, this time I see my brother relieved!" ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Yurou nodded easily

"Little Soft ......"

Zhang Ling was about to ask his sister about the current situation, when there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and a voice sounded behind him: "Hello, Mr. Zhang!" ”

"Who are you?"

Zhang Ling turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a pair of smiling eyes looking at him with a smile.

"Let me introduce myself first, my name is Chen Mosheng, I am the person in charge of the marketing department of Cool Video, and I want to talk to you about cooperation today!"