Hu Chen and Hu Haiyang immediately became vigilant, and it turned out to be the old man with a bamboo pole. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lu Xue's father looked confused, stood up from the chair, and asked, "Is he?" ”

"What are you going to do?" Hu Haiyang looked vigilant, took out three beans from his pocket, and threw them out at any time.

The old man with the bamboo pole looked around, arched his hand, and said, "Ghost detective, give that to me, I have my own way to make him change his ways." ”

"Fart! You yourself are an evil thing, and you let others change their ways! Now me off! Otherwise, Hugh blames the old man for being ruthless with his black face! Hu Haiyang scolded loudly.

The old man with a serious face on the bamboo pole said, "If that evil ghost has entered the beast path, it has been reincarnated for decades for eighty-one times, so it is better to leave it to me." ”

Hu Chen saw that the third uncle's face was ugly, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead, knowing that this old man with a bamboo pole was not simple, he quietly took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Huang Biao.

In Ningzhou City, the Huang family also has people, and only the Huang family can support in the face of problems.

"What if I don't give it?" Hu Haiyang asked in a low voice, his momentum was obviously weakened.

"You'll give it to me." The old man said confidently, with a smile in his eyes.

Suddenly, a ripple rippled in the air, sweeping the entire room in an instant, and the next moment, Hu Chen found that he couldn't move his body.

Lu Xue's father was also full of horror, and he sat on the chair and sweated like rain.

Hu Haiyang was a little reluctant, he stood in place trembling slightly, and gritted his teeth: "Hundred years ghost king!" ”

"Seal the ghost gourd, I'll return it tomorrow night, goodbye."

The old man with the bamboo pole took the ghost gourd from Hu Haiyang's hand, and as soon as he left, Hu Chen and the three of them were immediately able to move.

Sitting on the chair, Hu Chen swallowed his saliva in disbelief, Lu Xue's father also kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, Hu Haiyang took a few steps back, covered his eyes and said, "Mr. Lu, it's okay, you can go." ”

"Good!" Lu Xue's father was very frightened, tonight he experienced a terrible thing that he couldn't believe, where was he willing to continue to stay here, and staggered away.

There was silence in the room, and it took a long time for Hu Chen and Hu Haiyang to recover.

Hu Chen looked at the third uncle, he was distracted, he didn't know what he was thinking, this was the first time Hu Chen had seen the third uncle so weak.

"Hu Chen, when you see this old man in the future, walk around, do you hear?" Hu Haiyang took a sip of water and said.

Hu Chen nodded numbly, couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, and asked, "Third uncle, what's going on?" ”

"He is a hundred-year-old ghost king, but I didn't expect that there are still such monsters hidden in Ningzhou City."

"Hundred-year-old ghost king?" Hu Chen chuckled in his heart, he had heard of this.

In the world, yin and yang ghost detectives can practice, demons and monsters can also practice, the so-called hundred-year-old ghost king is a demon with a hundred years of Taoism, and he can compete with it, and the entire Hu family is probably only grandpa.

"Third uncle, do you want to tell grandpa about this?" Hu Chen hurriedly asked.

Hu Haiyang shook his head, took a deep breath and said, "No, he has no malice, if he wants to kill us, we are already dead, I am curious, how did he become a hundred-year-old ghost king." ”

"Cultivation, how can it change." Hu Chen replied in a low voice, but Hu Haiyang shook his head and explained: "The cultivation of demons and monsters is not so simple, especially ghosts, if they want to practice, they must stop harming people, once they harm people's cultivation, it is equivalent to interrupting, and they cannot become ghost kings." ”

"But if you don't harm people, the evil ghosts can't absorb the yang energy in people's bodies, and they can't practice, which is also the reason why our evil ghosts are not high."

When Hu Chen heard this statement for the first time, he looked at Hu Haiyang with a questioning face and asked, "Impossible, right?" You say that this hundred-year-old ghost king, he has not harmed anyone? How can it be an evil ghost if it doesn't harm people? ”

"It's a chance for it, and it looks like I'll have to look it up." Hu Haiyang's eyes narrowed.

Back in the room and lying down, Hu Chen thought about what happened today, he felt that he couldn't do this anymore, if it wasn't for the third uncle today, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to deal with this mutated demon.

He knew that he had to step up his cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to protect the people he liked, let alone save his parents.

Thinking of doing it, he opened the map of Laojun's Wind and Fire Sword, and practiced step by step according to the gestures and movements drawn on the map.

Because he slept too late, when he got up the next day, Hu Chen's eyes couldn't be opened, and he had a pair of panda eyes.

Hu Haiyang didn't sleep well either, he was thinking about the hundred-year-old ghost king all night, and he looked listless after opening the door.

As soon as he walked to the intersection, a familiar Audi stopped in front of him, the window rolled down, Huang Ling poked her head out with a smile on her face and said, "Hu Chen, go, I'll send you to school." ”

Slightly stunned, Hu Chen did not refuse, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

"I bought bread and milk, eat some." Huang Ling threw a bag of food to Hu Chen.

Seeing this, Hu Chen thought to himself for a while and asked, "Third aunt, aren't you going back to the village?" ”

"Third aunt?" Huang Ling was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and said, "It's still my nephew who is sensible, not like your third uncle, who has a lump of wood." ”

Hu Chen scratched his head and smiled, he knew Huang Ling's intentions, and he probably didn't plan to go back when he came to the city this time.

"Hu Chen, help me put on a show."

"The third aunt said." Hu Chen nodded solemnly, as long as he could reconcile Huang Ling and Hu Haiyang, he would not hesitate.

After thinking for a while, Huang Ling said: "Yesterday I received an order, a real estate boss in Dongcheng has something wrong at home, and I want to go over this afternoon to take a look, I think you can persuade your third uncle to go with me in the afternoon." ”

Touching the tip of his nose, Hu Chen's eyes rolled and said, "Give me the address, and I will guarantee that the third uncle can go with you in the afternoon." ”

Huang Ling smiled with a smile on her face, handed Hu Chen a business card, and said, "There is an address and phone number on it, what a clever and good boy......

After coming to the school, Hu Chen immediately found a corner where no one was there and called Hu Haiyang.

"Hey, what's the matter with you kid?" Hu Haiyang seemed to be busy, and his speed of speech was a little fast.

"Third uncle, I met Huang Biao just now, and he said that Aunt Huang Ling received a big order yesterday."

"What does she care about me when she takes orders? Don't fool me, boy! Hu Haiyang replied angrily.

Hu Chen's eyes narrowed, and he said: "Third uncle, Aunt Huang Ling's bottle is less than half a bottle of swaying level, you don't know, Huang Biao and I are worried that something will happen to her, in this way, I will send you a message to give you the address later, and you can do it yourself." ”

"Are you alright? It's okay to hang up, give me a good school, I heard that you have a final exam next week, give me another single digit test, and I'll kill you when I come back! ”

Hanging up the phone, Hu Chen snorted, sent the address and phone number to Hu Haiyang, and then walked into the school.

In fact, there is no need for any trickery at all, it's just that the two adults can't say it in person, and if it is their own, they can do it directly, and the third uncle will definitely not go!

Diary of a Ghost Detective: The profession of intermediary will never disappear.