Tang Ying didn't know if Xiao Zhuo and Chen Jinguang could achieve positive results, let alone what direction their relationship would develop in the future, except for praying for them in her heart and not going down the road of Tang Ying and Jing Yan, there was nothing she could do.

At this time, Zhao Yunuo came back with Xiaoqing, and like Xiaozhuo, Xiaoqing was also squeezed dry of yin qi, although his strength did not decrease, but he was afraid that he would not be able to move for a while.

Just when Tang Ying and the others were carefully taking care of the two sisters, Liu Yuanzhai was packing up in the school's 'vice principal' office, planning to smear oil on the soles of his feet and retire.

Seeing that the things had been packed up and were about to leave, there was a crisp knock on the door in my ears.

Knock knock.

The voice was urging and urgent, as if there was something urgent.

Liu Yuanzhai had no choice but to put down his things and open the door to see what was going on, but after pushing the door open, the outside was empty.

Practical joke?

Liu Yuanzhai didn't take it to heart, closed the door casually, and stuffed the remaining books into the suitcase. Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Liu Yuanzhai's brows slowly rose, and he turned to look at the door vigilantly, this time he didn't open the door himself, but snapped his fingers.

A female ghost in a translucent state, with a cloak and a long white dress, appeared beside Liu Yuanzhai.

Without opening his mouth to give an order, the ghost walked through the door lightly, checking the situation outside on behalf of Liu Yuanzhai.

Minutes and seconds passed, and after about a minute, the ghost still didn't return.

Liu Yuanzhai sighed in his heart that something was wrong, and summoned a red-clothed resentful spirit to go out to find out the truth. Only five seconds passed this time, and the red-clothed wraith returned, but instead of floating back, it fell back.

Obviously, the red-clothed wraith had been hit harder by something, and it struggled on the ground twice before disappearing.

"Not good!"

Liu Yuanzhai exclaimed, picked up his luggage and was about to jump out of the window, when the door opened lightly, and a man stood at the door, wearing an official hat, wearing a flying fish suit, carrying an embroidered spring knife on his left waist, pressing his left hand on the handle of the knife, and grabbing the neck of the white-clothed ghost with his right hand, no different from carrying a chicken.

In an instant, Liu Yuanzhai's face turned extremely pale.

Under Liu Yuanzhai's sincere and terrified gaze, the man dressed as a brocade guard in the Ming Dynasty directly scratched the ghost's neck with a slight force of his right hand.

As the ghost turned into a cloud of black mist, Jinyiwei took a breath lightly, and the black mist was directly inhaled into his mouth, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the white-clothed ghost didn't even have time to scatter his soul, so he was sucked dry by Jinyiwei, and he died.

Lightly solved the white-clothed ghost and the red-clothed resentful spirit, Jinyiwei walked into the office with a heavy step exclusive to the martial arts, without looking at Liu Yuanzhai, sitting directly on Liu Yuanzhai's office chair, casually throwing the embroidered spring knife on his waist to the table, crossing his feet, and putting it on the desktop, the whole process was indescribably free and easy.

Due to the low brim of Jin Yiwei's hat, the upper half of his face was completely covered, and the lower half of his face was also obscured by shadows, so it was impossible to see his appearance at all.

But Liu Yuanzhai didn't need to see it clearly at all, just from the dress of Jin Yiwei and the aura emanating from his body, it was enough to judge the accurate identity of this person.

Shen Ke!