The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

During the few dozen meters from the ghost building to the security booth, Chen Xiang was so frightened that he looked back from time to time.

She was afraid that something would suddenly fall from upstairs and crush or impale the two of them.

The magnetic field in this ghost building is too chaotic!

As soon as the sun goes down, countless evil ghosts appear.

Back in the security room, Wen Jihua sat upright on the bed, his ears pricked up and his expression serious.

When he heard the news of the two people returning, he immediately stood up worriedly.

"Is it you? How about it?"

Chen Xiang turned back to look at the eerie ghost building hidden in the darkness.

"Fortunately, no evil objects were found. I found a photo and...a half-burned talisman paper."

Wen Jihua: "Photo? Talisman?"

He was blind and could not see the photos or the talismans, Chen Xiangyin dictated.

"It's a group photo of the employees before the ribbon-cutting."

Wen Jihua remembered and immediately replied: "At that time, including me, there were twenty-eight people, and they were all key members carefully selected by me."

He Chongtian took out the photo from his pocket and counted, "One, two...twenty-nine."

One more person.

Chen Xiangyin felt creepy all over, "There is a man with a blurry and out-of-focus face in the lower left corner."

Wen Jihua frowned, "It's impossible. This photo was just developed from a negative. I also have it. It's definitely twenty-eight people."

Chen Xiang turned to look at Crane Sky with a solemn expression, "Also, before we came out, the ghost of your former employee should have given us a hint."

Wen Jihua seemed very excited and leaned forward, "Are they still in there? Do you remember me? Who are they? What's their name?!"

"I don't know, I can't even tell the difference between male and female by their voices." Chen Xiang regretted and took out the talisman, "He said you were borrowed your luck."

Wen Jihua suddenly opened his mouth wide, staggered and fell onto the bed with a thud.

After a while, he suddenly realized, "I, Wen Jihua, have always had a smooth life, and my business is like the God of Wealth's help. Why do I stumble here? It must be him... it must be him!"

"Who?" Chen Xiangyin asked immediately.

Wen Jihua's wrinkled mouth was pursed tightly, and after a long while, he said angrily: "I don't know!"

"I don't know?!" Chen Xiang was surprised. Wen Jihua knew who borrowed his luck, but he didn't know who this person was? !

Wen Jihua regretted it deeply, "When I returned to my hometown to start a business, a senior businessman came to the town. I got along well with him. When I think about it, he never told me his name."

He Chongtian: "Then what do you call him?"

Wen Jihua: "He asked me to call him Third Master. He said he knew a very powerful master and asked me to give him my horoscopes, and he would take them to the master for me to calculate. The groundbreaking time, capping time, and ribbon-cutting time for this building , he calculated it all for me!"

Chen Xiangyin understood that Wen Jihua returned to his hometown to start a business and met a man named Third Master. The Third Master took Wen Jihua's horoscope and borrowed his luck on the pretext of helping him calculate auspicious times!

So, does this fire have anything to do with Third Master?

Chen Xiangyin stared at the talisman paper in confusion, and calculated based on the horoscopes on it, "This man... is not young. When you met him, he should be sixty or seventy years old."

"Yes." Wen Jihua's face was full of bitterness and he kept shaking his head, "Thanks to my luck, I still have a son...will he be unlucky with me, Xiaomin...he..."

He Chongtian suddenly asked: "What is your son's name?"

Wen Jihua: "Wen Xuemin."

He Chongtian's face changed slightly, and his lips pursed into a serious line. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"It's getting late. We won't bother you too much. We'll come back another day." He Tongtian said abruptly.

Wen Jihua nodded, immersed in the sadness of his half-life suffering.

When Chen Xiangyin came out of the security booth, he scanned the surrounding area and did not see the black cat.

This little kitten is very generous. Don’t you want Shangui’s money?

He Chongtian drove Chen Xiang back to a restaurant near the hotel.

Ordered a table of delicious food. Although Chen Xiangyin moved his index finger, the gloomy feeling after coming out of the ghost building had not completely dissipated, and he looked weak.

"What did you think of just now and left in such a hurry? There are many questions that I haven't even had time to ask Wen Jihua." Agarwood took a piece of braised tofu and dipped it in a little marinade.

There are many people in the hotel, it is popular and lively.

He Chongtian put a piece of grilled fish into her bowl, "I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it."

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Chen Xiang rolled her eyes at him.

He Chongtian stared at her until she was all hairy, and after a long while he said, "Wen Jihua's son is in Qingshan, and his name is Wen Xuemin. Don't you have any impression?"

As if his brain was suddenly struck by lightning, Chen Xiang's vision went dark, and the surrounding sounds disappeared instantly.

Wen Xuemin.

When she scratched Lin Qiaozhu's face for the first time, one of the victims in the bathing center was Wen Xuemin.

The sound of chopsticks falling on the table was heard. Chen Xiangyin opened his mouth in disbelief and was speechless for a long time.

"What's your expression? Didn't you know that others also have families when you did it?" There was a mocking coldness in He Chongtian's words.

Agarwood blinked her empty almond-shaped eyes, and large clear tears rolled down her face.

She really didn't expect that the name of the person she had never met before, whom she regarded as cannon fodder for revenge, would appear again in this way.

The three words "I'm sorry" were deafening in my heart and brain.

Wen Jihua is miserable enough, he is the only relative! And because of her intentional fault, she died unexpectedly!

"Hey!" A clear and arrogant young voice sounded from behind.

Chen Xiang's limbs became numb and he turned his head numbly. Someone was already sitting in the empty seat next to him.

It's the boy who blackmailed me last night.

"I heard that you are looking for Master Zhuang?" The young man got straight to the point.

Agarwood swallowed down the throat, swallowing the bitterness and spreading throughout the body.

She nodded and forgot to wipe her tears.

Seeing this, He Chongtian took out a tissue from the tissue box on the table and said, "The deceased is already dead, there is no point in crying."

He held a tissue and wiped Chen Xiangyin's cheeks, chin, and eyes, then turned to the boy and said, "Go on."

The young man raised his chin and said, "You guys do something for me. It's done. I'll take you to find Master Zhuang."

"You?" Chen Xiangyin's voice was a little hoarse and she asked the boy with an expressionless face: "Why should we trust a bad boy who is accustomed to blackmail?"

"You!" The young man raised his eyebrows after being slightly sullen, "You can't find something in the ghost building, can you?"

Seeing that the two of them were silent, the young man said proudly, "Am I right? In fact, if you say you are doing something for me, you are also helping yourselves."

"Who are you?" After He Chongtian finished speaking, he had already walked around the young man and pinched his arm with his backhand.

The inside of the rolled-up cuffs was soaked in black clothes, and the crane's fingers ran over them, and the fingers were all red.

is blood.

The young man straightened his chest, looked at He Chongtian with contempt, and said in a childish voice: "Young master, I am Master Zhuang's entry-level disciple, Xuan Guo."

Chen Xiangyin and He Chongtian both showed varying degrees of surprise.

Chen Xiangyin: "You?! How could Master Zhuang teach you such a sneaky little thief?"

He Chongtian said: "Impossible, Master Zhuang only has one disciple named Mute."

Xuan Guo sighed regretfully: "Senior sister, she is not lucky. Master is afraid that no one will die, so he accepts me again."

He actually knew about Aunt Mute...

Chen Xiangyin still couldn't believe it completely and couldn't prove it, so he asked tentatively: "What help do you need from us?"

Xuan Guo glanced at her: "You didn't find anything in that ghost building. It's because you didn't go to the basement. I... something... fell into the basement."