I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

Not to mention, there are a lot of messages, three or four hundred.

After a cursory look, Wang Ping found that most of these messages were discussing the authenticity of the urban legend of the post owner.

Most people say the urban legend of the poster. There are many doubts about the fact that the building is indeed a real person, and some people even mentioned the specific name of the building. Many people replied under the reply, it is this building.

As for another urban legend, many people responded that the post owner was joking.

However, there are also many people who agree with the post owner.

Wang Ping clicked on the primary data of these consenting persons. Without exception, they were all between 10 and 18 years old, which is the age of junior high school and high school students.

"interesting."

Wang Ping rubbed his chin and continued to browse the comments of this post.

Suddenly, Wang Ping's eyes narrowed, and he let out a little gasp.

what!

He was attracted by a message replying to this post, to be precise...by the ID of the person who left the message.

"Old Chen is handsome" replied to the post:

"Lord, why does this brat you're talking about look so much like the leather doll next door to me? You can't be an old spirit, right? Old spirit, you don't usually talk about leather dolls like that. You say he's cute, so much I want to give him a hug in my arms!"

Looking at the ID of the floor master, Wang Ping's mouth twitched.

Lao Chen is handsome...

After Wang Ping clicked on the main profile picture, it was a picture of Mr. Saitama with a bald head, not wearing a cape, but wearing a Taoist uniform.

Seeing this, Wang Ping can be sure...

Isn't this fucking old Chen!

Old Chen, this coquettish thing, actually visits the forum.

Opening Koukou, Wang Ping sent Lao Chen a screenshot of the forum reply about Lao Chen being handsome.

"Old Chen, is this person you? Screenshot.jpg"

Not long after, Lao Chen sent a message.

"Damn it, Wang Ping, you also browse the forums. I didn't expect you to find me hiding in the forums. You are such a clever little ghost.jpg"

Before Wang Ping could reply, Lao Chen sent another message.

"I wanted to find you, but now you took the initiative to find you, you come to my house next door, the old spirit's house, that's right, this old spirit is the post owner of the urban forum post, destined to have a fate.jpg. "

Wang Ping couldn't laugh or cry.

Now he understood a little bit why Old Chen said he was well-informed.

His friends either won the lottery, encountered ghosts when they opened a factory, or collected urban legends, aiming at magical connections.

Sure enough, none of the friends who could become a strong bald man was simple.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping couldn't help being taken aback. Speaking of which, he was also Lao Chen's friend.

Now it seems that Lao Chen is probably not a son of a plane, who specializes in making friends with magical people.

As for himself, he is a cheater.

……

Chapter 92 Comparable to the novelty of the existence of the son of the plane

In Pengcheng, an extremely ordinary community, Wang Ping knocked on the door of one of them.

The door opened, and Lao Chen walked out from the door.

"Wang Ping is here, come in, come in, I'm just waiting for you, don't mind if it's a bit messy here, just treat it like your own home."

Lao Chen warmly invited Wang Ping to come in with enthusiasm.

While inviting Wang Ping in, he introduced Wang Ping's family.

"This is the kitchen. If you want to drink something, you can take it from the refrigerator. By the way, this is the bathroom. If you want to go to the bathroom, go this way."

Lao Chen introduced enthusiastically, but he didn't notice that another middle-aged man with a beer belly rolled his eyes suddenly.

Dude, this is my home, I, the owner of the house, haven't been forced yet, have you started to push?It's embarrassing for you to do this to me.

At this moment, Lao Chen seemed to remember something, and suddenly patted his forehead.

"I almost forgot, Wang Ping, let me introduce you to this middle-aged uncle who has no sense of presence. His name is Xie Ling. I have known him for many years."

Hearing this, the corner of Lao Ling's mouth twitched violently. Wang Ping looked at Xie Ling, then at Lao Chen's bald head, and nodded.

"It can be seen that you have been friends for many years, and you look like brothers."

"Hahaha, right? I just said that Lao Ling and I are very brothers."

Wang Ping nodded noncommittally.

Yes, one is bald and the other is Xie Ling, which is very brotherly.

After everyone sat down, Lao Chen was still talking non-stop.

"Old Ling, let me introduce you. This is Wang Ping, the existence that is comparable to the son of the plane of novels that I told you before."

"You know that I'm usually terrified of ghosts. When I watch ghost movies, I take my family to watch them together. But when I'm with Wang Ping, I enjoy watching ghost movies, let alone ghost movies."

"Do you know why? It's because Wang Ping is very powerful. He's an old man. When you're with him, you'll feel like you're cheating on yourself, and this cheating is Wang Ping."

Listening to Lao Chen's introduction to himself, Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He shook hands with the old spirit.

"My name is Wang Ping."

"My name is Lao Ling."

After the two introduced each other, they both had a feeling that this is the correct way to introduce friends.

After drinking for three rounds, the three of Wang Ping also chatted.

"Old Ling, can you take me to that building?"

"Huh? Mr. Wang Ping, you don't suspect that there is a ghost in that building, do you..."

Just now, after Wang Ping showed his hand, the old spirit was shocked, and completely believed in Wang Ping's power, that there really are Taoists in the world.

Now that Wang Ping said he was going to the mansion, the old spirit naturally understood that the mansion in the urban legend was probably haunted.

"Whether there are ghosts or not, you have to go and see to find out."

"Okay, I'll take you there, to tell you the truth, I know the owner of that building."

……

Pengcheng, the building where he committed suicide by jumping off a building.

When Wang Ping drove Lao Chen and Lao Ling to the building, he was greeted by a middle-aged woman as soon as he got off the car.

This woman is none other than the owner of the building.

How could the owner of the building not pay attention to the dead people on the top floor of the building? She even wondered if there was something dirty.

Because she herself went up to the top floor, but she felt dizzy before reaching the top floor, not only her, but also other employees.

Every time I go to the top floor, I always feel dizzy, as if my body is about to lose control.

"Ms. Guan, give me [-] yuan, and I will help you get rid of the weird things at the top," Wang Ping said.

In front of the building, Wang Ping looked up at the top floor of the building.

In his eyes, the sky on the top floor of the building was black and oppressive, as if there was a thick cloud of lead, which was gloomy and terrifying.

Looking at the black cloud of lead, it seems that you can see all the negative sides of the human form, emotions such as hatred, anger, complaints, etc., and you can faintly hear mournful screams, full of hatred.

He looked away and scanned the surrounding sky, which was blue and covered with white clouds.

Lao Chen, Lao Ling, and Ms. Guan, the owner of the building, were all taken aback.

"[-]?" Old Chen frowned, looking surprised.

Others don't know, but Lao Chen knows the price of Taoist priests. The higher the price, the more terrifying the ghost.

Four hundred and fifty thousand, according to what Zhang Hao brothers and sisters said before, is already the price of exorcising ghosts at the level of ghosts.

"Wang Ping, do you suspect that it is a ghost?"

"It's not suspicion, but it's a ghost. It's better than the Renaissance Hotel in Kyoto."

The conversation between the two was not concealed, and Lao Ling and Ms. Guan's expressions changed after hearing it.

As Ms. Guan who can own a building, she is naturally aware of the affairs of the Renaissance Hotel.

It is said that the Renaissance Hotel is haunted. Later, the hotel invited a certain master to settle the haunting.

After thinking about it carefully, Ms. Guan's expression changed.

Isn't the master's name the young Wang Ping in front of him?

"As long as you can settle the top-level affairs, I'll give you half a million." Ms. Guan responded.

"OJBK."

……

It was night, under Ms. Guan's early order, all the building staff got off work and left early.

Only Wang Ping, Lao Chen, and Lao Ling stayed.

Lao Ling has never seen a ghost yet, and he wants to see it. As for Lao Chen, he just wants to continue to eat melons.

Three people are located in the monitoring room.

"It's almost time. You stay in the monitoring room. I'll go to the top floor to have a look. Take the amulet with you."

Wang Ping glanced at the time on his phone, it was 11:47 p.m.

Lao Chen and Lao Ling nodded. There is a camera on the top floor in the monitoring room, so even if you don't go to the top floor, you can know the situation on the top floor.