"Well old man. I crumpled the discarded charm into my pocket, and twisted the cap open as I crumpled the paper—for a moment, I had forgotten that ghosts could ignore walls, let alone plastic bottles.

So, before I could completely twist the cap of the bottle, a glimmer of light flashed in front of me, and the old man with a black face was already standing in front of me, scolding with a slap on his face.

"Did you forget me!?"

"How long has it been since noon?"

"When I was in Luoyang, I still had something to ask your little girlfriend, ...... you?"

The steadiness of the old man is like a floating cloud on the horizon, and when the wind blows, he says no. Right now, his face is black, his waist is crossed, his neck is stretched forward to a position only a dozen centimeters away from my face, and I can even see a little bit of saliva-like illusory light spots, bounce, bounce, bounce in front of my face......

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. I hurriedly raised my hand in front of me, is the old man's reaction too exaggerated, should I be so excited. But I don't dare to show it at all, how can this old man say that he is also the master of Qingyou, the ancestor of Qiangzi, and the age is even more of my grandfather's generation, it doesn't matter if he is casual at all, but at this time, he should bow his head or be decisive.

"I was wrong. I wanted to say this with a smile on my face, but the mess in my heart made the corners of my mouth twitch a few times, and I couldn't pull the arc up.

I think this kind of laughter, which is uglier than crying, should be ugly.

"Hmph. But he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling man, and the rest of the old man's words suddenly turned into an angry snort, and his mouth finally closed with bright spots.

In fact, for the spirit spirit that has little strength, it is indeed isolated from the inside and outside. In other words, the enclosed spirit will not be perceived by any probing behavior of the outside world until the effect of the spell disappears, nor will it be aware of everything that happens in the outside world.

But the old man obviously does not belong to the above category, after all, with his strength, he can not be perceived by others if he is not sealed in. Therefore, all the things I experienced during the day today, although the old man Jing did not see them directly, he could also know them through perception.

"What do you have to ask An Xin? Thinking of the mention of An Xin in the old man's words just now, my heart moved, and then he asked: "An Xin should have had dinner at home at this time, I also have to call her, you just say it now, I'll call you to ask." ”

"Hmph. Old man Jing rolled his eyes at me, still a little indignant, and said, "No need, I've already figured it out." ”

"Are you sure?" I took out my phone from my pocket, and while rummaging through An Xin's phone number, I asked him one last time: "I really don't say, I dialed it." ”

Old man Jing turned his head away and sat cross-legged on the lawn outside the road, under the moonlight at the moment, his body was solid, and his buttocks were more than thirty centimeters from the ground - this scene reminded me of the videos I saw on the Internet before, some foreign so-called levitation masters.

Well, compared with them, the domineering posture of the old man Jing with his hands on his chest is completely victorious.

The phone was quickly connected, and the frightened An Xin was really as I thought, trembling in the quilt and shedding tears, waiting for me to call. Last night, she and Chu Yuetong were suddenly pulled up from the bed, and then they were inexplicably put into Zhao Yinyin's hairnet, and the ghost waved his claws beside him, this is not a nightmare is better than a nightmare, it is designated to make An Xin lose sleep for a few days.

Listening to her sobs that I tried so hard to suppress made my heart feel like a knife.

By the time she was done pacifying, it was already twenty minutes later. The old man was still sitting across from me, but the anger on his face had completely vanished, leaving behind a look of unexplained amazement.

"How is she?" the old man said, his voice had returned to its former calmness: "I remember two prescriptions, which are specifically for this kind of excessive fright, which causes restlessness, if you are really worried, send her the prescription by text message." ”

Old man Jing was very sympathetic to An Xin's experience, and I didn't think about his kindness for a few seconds before I decisively accepted it. After all, An Xin is so frightened and restless day and night, and in a few days, I am afraid that she will have to be sent to the hospital by her old lady who spoils her almost to heaven.

However, just letting her take Chinese medicine like this, her mother may be unacceptable.

After thinking about it, after I sent the tranquilizing prescription that the old man Jing said to An Xin by text message, I took the old man Jing who turned into a ghost and followed me to the self-service bank to transfer five figures of money to An Xin's card. I heard that there are some large pharmacies that can help with decoction of medicines, although the fee is a little more expensive, but it is the least convenient.

After doing this, I went to a roadside stall to buy a few skewers and thought about life while eating and walking to Kiyosawa Hospital.

Actually, by now, my mentality may be good in this group of people tonight. In the decisive battle with the ghost king, this kind of existence that can be called the ultimate boss is almost incomparable with the size of the minions under his hands: for example, the first time I saw Zhao Yinyin, she made me fear and palpitate at most, and when I saw Meng Lanqiu's phantom on Baishi Street, I really smelled the breath of death.

I don't know what we have to hold him down. I casually threw the empty skewers into the trash, and I sighed, feeling depressed at the bottom of my heart.

"Su Ran, I won't go back with you. After the old man Jing finished talking about the prescription, he became silent, and when I asked what he said, he nodded or shook his head, obviously preoccupied.

I had already thought of his decision, with the personality of the old man in the well, it was impossible to drill back into the mineral water bottle, and let me paste a soul fixing talisman on it—could it be that when Meng Lanqiu came to attack at night, Qingyou and Luo Ze took out the magic weapon and charged forward, and I took out the mineral water bottle behind me and summoned their long-dead master to come over to help?

That picture...... I can't imagine it.

When there were still more than two hundred meters away from Qingze Hospital, the old man Jing stopped and stopped moving forward in order not to be accidentally perceived by Mr. Yin Yang or the demon fairy. It's been about half an hour since I put the old man out of the bottle, and when I looked at my watch, it was already 9:50, and according to the habits of ghosts, it would be the peak of the activity in another hour.

"Is there anything I need help with?" I stopped. Along the way, I tried several times to use my spiritual sense to investigate the soul of the old man in the well, but in the spiritual image, the radius around me was one meter, and in addition to air, it was still air. I don't know what he did to his soul, but when his eyes can see a "person" walking around him, but he can't sense it in his spiritual sense, how strange and strange this feeling is.

"No, I don't. Old man Jing shook his head and rejected me, and after smiling reluctantly, he turned around and prepared to leave: "You guys be careful at night, if it's possible, don't face Meng Lanqiu directly, his horror is something you can't imagine at all." ”

"Don't worry, we're not stupid. "What he said is exactly what I thought, and the fourth-ranked ghost king is going head-to-head, which really doesn't even count as a strategy. Thinking that when I came out, Qingyou and Luo Ze had already gone to study in front of his bookshelf, presumably our "welcome" Meng Lanqiu's drive this time should also be a formation.

It's just that the Qingze Hospital building itself, I don't know if it can afford it.

The old man did not relax much, but shook his head heavily and walked towards the middle of the road, but after taking a few steps, he looked back at me with a look of wanting to stop.

"What's wrong?" I was a little puzzled, I just felt that after coming out of the bottle, the old man's brow never let go. And my intuition told me that the things that made him entangled in his heart didn't have much to do with this decisive battle.

"You...... Forget it, I'll talk about it when I get back. ”

The old man's hesitation finally turned into a frustration, he turned his back and waved his hand, dangling through the flowerbed barrier, floating across the road, and quickly blending into the alley. Until his shadow disappeared, I still couldn't figure out what that intuition meant.

When they returned to Qingze Hospital, Qingyou and Luo Ze were not on the eighth floor, and Qiangzi sat next to Lu Didaoren with a half-thick notebook, and the two of them didn't know what they were talking about. And Lao Yao, who seems to have a very low sense of existence, is sitting cross-legged on the bed that belongs to him at the moment, dozing off with his head hanging down.

He's not nervous.

I said hello to Qiangzi and walked over to Lao Yao and sat down, because of the old lady and a series of things that happened before, I was very sure that Lao Yao also belonged to that Mr. Gu's camp. Since this is the case, is it possible, in fact, this time Lao Yao Ken came to help, just because of Mr. Gu's instructions?

To be on the safe side, I didn't tell Lao Yao about it at the first glance, and Lao Yao himself didn't seem to tell Qingyou their true identity. But Kiyoyo has a good memory, and of course he remembers that we met him in the small shop at the end of the pet market after we passed through the underground secret passage of Baishi Street.

Therefore, with the thoroughness of Qingyou's thinking, maybe he had already guessed the purpose of Lao Yao's coming.

"Tell me, what are you doing here?" I casually took my backpack off my back, and as I packed the contents of the bag, I lowered my voice to the lowest, almost asking him in an airflow voice.

The latter couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth still had that meaningful smile: "As you think." ”

"What do you mean?" At this moment, thinking of Luo Zedu's admiration for Mr. Gu's strategy before, my heart was beating even more: "Just say it, this time your boss dug a few more pits, who will jump?"