CHAPTER XV

Seeing that Wang Kang didn't speak, Xue Jin didn't dare to ask anything more, and stood behind him with a slight bow, like an obedient slave.

After a long time, Wang Kangfang said in a deep voice: "You go back to school tomorrow and find a way to get close to this person." ”

Xue Jin frowned and whispered, "Ghost King, my identity has been exposed, he-"

"It's okay-" Wang Kang waved his hand, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and sneered: "That guy is not simple, with his ability, he should be able to see that I let him go." If you know each other, this person can be co-opted and conspire with me in the great cause—"

Xue Jin was slightly startled, she thought that Wang Kang was repelled by Zhu Yao, but unexpectedly Wang Kang left a hand. She thought for a moment and asked, "Then I'm approaching him, do I want to—"

"Whatever he wants, you have to be satisfied, even if it's your body—" Wang Kang said in a condensed voice.

A trace of humiliation flashed in the depths of Xue Jin's eyes, but she was soon replaced by a full ***, her eyes were glowing, she twisted her body, approached Wang Kang's side, and said in a loud voice: "Ghost King, then tonight, do you still want me?" ”

"Hahaha, you shitty flatter, crawl into my room for me, and I'll clean you up after I'm done—" Wang Kang laughed loudly.

"Yes, Ghost King—" Xue Jin immediately agreed, and then knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands, cocking his buttocks, and crawling away like a dog.

Wang Kang glanced at Xue Jin's back and smiled coldly, as if he was really looking at a dog. Then Wang Kang's figure gradually dissipated, and the entire corridor was empty, as if no one had ever come, nothing had ever happened.

On the other side, Zhu Yao, who was covered in the scorching sun fire, rushed out of the netherworld fire, but others couldn't see the fire on his body, only that he was a troublesome bastard who fled in embarrassment.

Zhu Yao's eyes quickly scanned the crowd, and he didn't see Mei Jia and the others, so the speed under his feet was immediately a little faster, and he rushed out of the bar.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, Zhu Yao saw a group of people standing across the road. Mei Jia was half-squatting on the ground, Zhao Qin was holding a bottle of water behind her, Liu Yi gently patted Mei Jia's back, and Chen Jie was talking on the phone with her fist on the side.

Zhao Qin said indignantly: "That bastard, he actually did this kind of thing to you, it's too much." ”

Liu Yi nodded and comforted: "Jiajia, don't be angry, there's no need to feel sorry for that kind of scum, it's not worth it-"

Chen Jie hung up the phone and said viciously: "I have already told my brother, I must clean up this scumbag ruthlessly——"

Li Yan, Zhao Long and Fang Wei, the three single dogs, looked at each other on the side, communicating with their eyes and body language.

Seeing that Mei Jia was fine, Zhu Yao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he looked back at the door of the bar, and there was no movement.

"There is a Yin Ghost Enchantment in the bar, out of the bar, the ghost king shouldn't dare to be so rampant-" Zhu Yao thought to himself, his heart settled down a little, and while extinguishing the scorching sun fire on his body, he strode towards Mei Jia.

Chen Jie saw Zhu Yao running over, and immediately stood in front of Mei Jia, stared at Zhu Yao, and scolded: "You scumbag, you still have the face, Jia Jia is simply blind, actually-"

Zhu Yao didn't bother to pay attention to her, his body shook slightly, bypassed Chen Jie, came to Mei Jia, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and picked up her head with the other.

Mei Jia's face was pale, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, her eyes were misty, and her pupils almost shrank into a black spot.

"Oops, the ghost qi is oozing blood upwards, and it's going to eat away at the brain-" Zhu Yao's face changed greatly.

Several women were unhappy and accused Zhu Yao, and Chen Jie stepped forward to pull Zhu Yao away.

Zhu Yao didn't have time to take care of them, only to see him put his hand into his pocket, took a small box out, and with a slight wave of his other hand, a faint layer of white powder immediately filled the surroundings, and several people around him immediately became stunned, stunned and motionless.

Zhu Yao opened the small box, grabbed Mei Jia's hair, and pulled her into the box, and the latter's figure flickered and was put into the box.

Zhu Yao put away the box, got up and ran away.

After a few minutes, the powder gradually dissipated, and several people regained their senses, but they couldn't see Mei Jia and Zhu Yao.

"Call the police!"

Zhu Yao flagged down a taxi and drove all the way to the suburbs. Under Zhu Yao's command, the road is getting worse and worse, the place is getting more and more biased, the street lights at the end of the road in front are gone, and the taxi driver is a little panicked.

"Eh, buddy, where the hell are you going?" The driver asked tremblingly.

"It's almost there, turn left at the intersection ahead—" Zhu Yao said, pointing to the road sign in the distance.

The driver looked over, trembling all over, and his mouth was shaking: "Dude, it's a crematorium over there, you're in the middle of the night-"

"Go see a friend—" Zhu Yao agreed casually, he looked down at the small box containing Mei Jia, very worried.

The taxi driver glanced at him and asked, "Dude, I see you've been holding the box - there - what's -"

"My friend—master, can you hurry up a little—"

Rattle - the sudden sound of brakes sounded, and the driver suddenly stopped the taxi.

Zhu Yao was stunned and asked, "Master, this-"

"I don't know, what's going on? Why did the brakes suddenly break? No, the throttle suddenly failed? I got out of the car and checked—" The driver muttered as he unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled out the keys and got out of the car.

The driver lowered his body and looked under the car, and Zhu Yao also got out of the car to look, but found that the driver was missing. When I looked again, I saw myself running along the road.

"Don't even want a car?" Zhu Yao was a little speechless, he looked at the meter, put the money on the seat, and locked the car door.

Zhu Yao also began to run wildly.

There is a row of storefronts next to the crematorium, all of which are merchants selling funeral supplies, but it is late now, most of them have closed, only the lights are still on in the corner, but the door is closed.

Zhu Yao walked straight over and knocked on the door.

"It's closed—" An old voice came from inside the room.

Zhu Yao didn't reply, and knocked harder.

"I told you that the door is closed, the door is closed, why are you-" The door opened, and a short old man with white hair looked up at Zhu Yao and was stunned, and after a few seconds asked, "Excuse me, are you-"

"I want the spiritual house made by Miluo Zhiya, six feet long and three feet wide, with black paper for the ground, white paper for the wall, and yellow paper for the top—" Zhu Yao said in a deep voice.

A trace of consternation flashed in the old man's eyes, but he quickly concealed it, shook his head and said, "Little brother, where is this kind of thing you said-"

Zhu Yao didn't argue, stretched his hand into his pocket, and took out a black soup pot.

"A pot of soup stewed with ox head and tail bones, and I will exchange a spiritual house with you—" Zhu Yao said.

The old man laughed: "Hahaha, you're really funny, and oxtail bone soup-"

"Hmph, old man, you heard clearly, it's not the ox's tail, it's the ox's head and tail, yin handsome-bull's head!"