Meanwhile.

Outside the bookstore.

Wang Lan grabbed the notebook in his hand and looked nervous and guarded around.

From time to time, he glanced at the sack on the side.

I just feel my scalp tingling.

If she wasn't mistaken, this sack should be full of ghost kings.

Among them, there are also two abyss-level ghost kings.

Once these ghost kings are allowed to come out, not to mention a group of players, even if two five-star players come, they will have to die here.

However.

Shen Jian arrested all the other party.

She stood outside the coffee shop at that time and saw it clearly, and clearly saw Shen Jian take out a ghost weapon to deter the ghosts, and then she didn't know what method she used to let the ghost kings enter the sack willingly, and walked out without much effort.

When had she ever seen such a scene?

It's incredible.

She didn't understand at all what method Shen Jian used to make a group of ghost kings trust him so much.

Come to think of this.

Wang Lan looked at the notebook in his hand.

Since coming to the bookstore, there is no more prophetic writing on the notebook, as if the supernatural effect has been completely lost.

Such a discovery also made her feel incredible.

According to what she had observed at first, the Prophetic Ghost's paranormal effects would continue until the victim died, ending with "She survived" even if something unexpected happened.

Like the one she did.

This time, however, the spirit of the prophetic ghost dissipated for no apparent reason.

Combined with the unusual lines that appeared at the end of the notebook, she suspected that this bookstore was where the Prophetic Ghost was located.

That's when it happened.

Someone in the chat interface sends a new message.

[Liancheng: @岚姐, how are you doing over there? According to other players, the spirit of the prophetic ghost has failed for the third time, and it is all related to the Yama King, what did you find on the scene? 】

See this.

Wang Lan groaned.

It's a private message.

And she and this player with the ID of [Liancheng] are allies.

They had known each other several times before the movie copies, and because they were also ghost hunters, they naturally joined forces to break through the level together, and, as an executive of a large company, she saw people's hearts very well, and she could clearly feel that this male player intended to pursue her.

Before she did it, she might have said yes.

But now, she doesn't want to.

If she wants to find it, she naturally wants to find Shen Jian's kind.

She believed that with her charm and active offensive, she would soon be able to fascinate Shen Jian into a fascination.

Thereupon.

She replied perfunctorily.

[Sister Lan: He's very strong......]

【Liancheng:?】 】

Of course, I know that he is very strong, and if he is not strong, how can he reach level 58, but a level 58 player can't survive in a place full of ghost kings, and again and again causes the supernatural failure of the prophetic ghost.

That's the point.

Your sentence is strong, it's just nonsense.

[Liancheng: I mean, is there any special prop or item on him, you also know my supernatural spirit, I can lock anyone and steal an item from the other party, if it is some kind of supernatural item that can run rampant in the dungeon, I can steal it and let us clear the dungeon. 】

[Sister Lan: It's better not to, otherwise I won't be able to protect you. 】

[Sister Lan: Don't talk about it, he came out. 】

Wang Lan closes the chat interface.

Shook his head.

Not to mention that she really didn't understand Shen Jian's methods, even if she did, she didn't recommend that the other party launch a supernatural to steal, after all, in her opinion, Shen Jian completely used hard power to forcibly subdue the powerful ghosts, once it was detected that someone was using supernatural powers against him, it would definitely be endless.

I just hope that his ally, he will be persuaded.

Just thinking about it.

Shen Jian walked out of the bookstore.

Behind him was a well-dressed ghost with a heavy bookish atmosphere.

Connection.

Wang Lan's scalp was numb.

Because she sensed that this ghost was the ghost king.

And the parchment in the other party's hand made her think at once that this was the prophetic ghost.

"Don't be nervous, your own people."

Shen Jian waved his hand and said calmly.

Wang Lan: ?

She was stunned.

Own?!

the groove.

After subduing people with virtue, you developed a routine to turn ghosts into your own people?

Isn't it going to be a convincing thing again?

She muttered.

became more and more curious about Shen Jian's strength.

Even a five-star player can't do that.

If you want to turn a ghost king into your own person, first of all, your own supernatural strength must not be weaker than the abyss level, or even the abyss level.

After all.

Although they are ghost hunters, they are always human beings, and if they are human beings, they will be flawed, they will slacken, and if they are attacked, they will die.

Even if he has the strength to crush the ghost king, he doesn't dare to put a ghost king by his side, because this is undoubtedly one more time bomb.

However, in Shen Jian's eyes, there seemed to be no such concerns.

A breezy feeling.

The inquisitive spirit in her eyes was stronger.

Although a woman's curiosity about men is the beginning of the fall, she doesn't care.

Pondering.

The lucky ghost who followed Shen Fitness seemed to notice something.

The parchment roll in his hand began to move.

The black handwriting is constantly writing.

"My name is Wang Lan, and when you see this, I am still alive......"

"I am very fortunate to be greatly ...... The great He saved my life, and it will be the most glorious moment of my life, and I have a connection with the Most High. ”

"For that reason, I am very curious about all about Him."

"I want to know Him, pursue Him, let Him think of me, and surrender Him under my skirt."

At the time of writing.

The parchment seemed disgusted.

No longer activates the supernatural.

Rather, write it yourself.

“？”

"Phew."

It was also this moment.

The audience fell silent.

Shen Jian: ......

Lucky Ghost: ......

Wang Lan: ?!!

Looking at the words that kept appearing on the parchment, her cheeks flushed a little.

A strong sense of shame welled up in my heart.

Let her be ashamed.

"You ......"

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words were blocked in her throat, and she still didn't say it, so embarrassed that she almost deducted the three-room living room.

Nima.

You are a prophetic ghost, you do not know the death of others, you foresee my mental construction activities?

You're a dog than a dog.

It's so inhuman.

If I can't beat it, I'll have to show you how thick the soles of my size 36 heels are today.

See this scene.

The lucky ghost couldn't help but laugh.

Someone like him has experienced this sense of shame.

Fortunately, when he opened his mouth at that time, there was only Shen Jian on the scene, otherwise he would not have been able to imagine what it would be like to say the words of licking the dog when there were outsiders.

The other side.

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows, glanced at Wang Lan, who was so embarrassed that he was holding the house on the ground, and glanced at the parchment.

"Don't use the supernatural in a messy place, if you're free, just find me the number of moneyless ghosts in this copy, I'll be useful."

Hear the command.

The parchment reacted again.

This time, it was the lucky ghost's turn to panic.

Because every time he answered Shen Jian's question, the parchment would reply through his mouth.

No, don't.

The lucky ghost wailed.

The next second

He opened his mouth uncontrollably and said:

"Ahh

"Great holy and noble master, your words are like the sun, and your words are the supreme oracle of gold, and the words of thy thoughts and words are the supreme oracles, and it is the greatest glory of my life to listen to them, so small and humble......"

The lucky ghost let out a pious praise welling up from the depths of his heart.

After speaking.

The lucky ghost is lying in the shadows without love, crawling gloomily like a maggot, this world is still destroyed.

Wang Lan: ......

She was dumbfounded.

In this world, there are still people who lick so excessively?!

This is outrageous, comparable to licking a dog to find a boyfriend for the goddess.

And also.

How did you overcome your shame to come up with this big statement?

Compared to you, I'm too normal.

In such a comparison, Wang Lan suddenly felt much better.

She just wanted to pursue Shen Jian, unlike this prophetic ghost, mad, dead licking dog.

See this scene.

Shen Jian supported his forehead.

His decision was the right one.

If he let the parchment follow him, I'm afraid he will have to go to the latrine.

With this in mind.

Shen Jian turned to leave.

Leave behind the wide-eyed parchment and the lucky ghost.

……

Meanwhile.

Shen Jian quietly returned to the Su Medical Center.

At this time.

It was close to three o'clock in the morning.

He soon realizes that the protagonist's mother in the next room is tossing and turning.

The mood is even more volatile.

on this.

Shen Jian had no surprises.

Just ask what woman has just experienced such a thing, and she can still fall asleep without heart and lungs.

Moreover.

He lived next door, and he was a strong young man, and there was a wall between them.

The reaction of the beautiful woman is normal.

I thought about it.

Shen Jian shouted in a low voice, "Aunt Zhi, have you slept?" ”

Long.

No response.

There was a dead silence in the room.

It's like I'm already asleep.

But for Shen Jian, even the slightest breath and heartbeat he could perceive.

He could conclude that the beautiful woman was now with her eyes open, curious about what he wanted to say.

Thereupon.

Shen Jian said to himself, and the words of the ghosts and gods also took effect.

"Aunt Zhi, you are so beautiful, not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted, you saved me, but I have a ...... for you, I really deserve to die, I don't deserve your treatment like this."

"I'll leave here tomorrow because I don't have the face to stay any longer, thank you Aunt Zhi for everything you did for me today, today's events, I will never forget."

"Also, I want to say, Aunt Zhi, you are really beautiful, I was stunned when I ate."

Shen Jian opened his mouth and came.

Under the influence of the priestly power of the words of the ghosts and gods, his words became more and more sincere.

Especially when the other party can't see his eyes and face, just listening to the voice, it is completely a person who is repenting, and he is annoyed that he has blasphemed the angel in white in his mind, and blames himself for it.

I can only take advantage of the opportunity when no one hears me, and say my inner monologue alone.

Another bedroom.

The ghost doctor Su Zhi lay on the bed, her eyes wide open, listening to Shen Jian's muttering full of self-reproach.

At the same time of shame, there is also a different wonderful feeling in my heart.

She really didn't expect that Shen Jian would confess to her face.

Although it sounds more like a little secret buried in the bottom of a boy's heart that he dare not tell.

After all.

Shen Jian didn't know she was awake.

Although this was said to her, it was more like a mumbled expression.

Is she really that attractive?

Can a young man who has only met for less than a day and is so handsome be fascinated by her?

Time.

Her face was a little rosy......

(End of chapter)