Fast-crossing system: the host will be fine

Chapter 27 Spiritual Captain VS Weak Chicken Celestial Master (27)

Even though he thought so, he still felt uncomfortable. Fu Jue returned to his small rental house with sour eyes. He thought of the past few days in Tianluo Village, it seemed that she was protecting him.

How can I be so useless.

……

In the apartment, Yinsheng stood in front of the window, looking indifferently in the direction of Dijing, as if something was dissipating.

After sending Fu Jue to the hospital, she went to the Imperial Capital. The last of the three cases was an ancient building in the Imperial Capital, which was also the subject of the grandmaster assessment.

All the celestial masters in the ghost hunting world gather, and whoever can destroy the old ghost in the ancient building will be the new master.

She has paved the way for Fu Jue, no matter what the process is, it will be Fu Jue who will kill the old ghost in the end.

Of course, she didn't forget the figure that Fu Jue, the spiritual master, Tianluo Village saw, she also saw it, and saw his appearance clearly with the long-range mirror.

Now, it's time for a meeting.

Forest Garden in the suburb of Qingling City.

Wearing black clothes and black trousers, Yinsheng came to the gate of Linyuan. The rusty iron gate exuded a fishy smell, and the house inside was hidden behind a few big trees.

The pale lights flickered on and off, making it look a bit gloomy in the night.

Yin Sheng pulled gently with his black gloved hand, and the iron door creaked open, making a screeching sound as it rubbed against the ground.

There seemed to be a person standing by the window on the second floor of the house, and he pulled the curtains aside, and the dark curtains blocked Yin Sheng's view.

She looked away, raised her slender legs and walked unhurriedly towards the door of the house.

"Knock knock!"

A few seconds later, the sound of footsteps came, and the door opened with a 'click'. A middle-aged man in pajamas frowned sleepily, and said displeasedly, "Who! Knock on the door in the middle of the night and keep people from sleeping. Already!"

Just after he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, he instantly became sober, glanced at the people outside the door, and asked in a vigilant voice, "Who are you?"

Yin Sheng turned the knife in his hand and looked at the middle-aged man with a half-smile, "Mr. Lin... oh no, I should call you a psychic master. I also think a psychic master sounds better. What does Mr. Lin think? "

The pupils of the middle-aged man shrank slightly, and the hand holding the doorknob subconsciously exerted force, and suddenly said impatiently, "I don't know what kind of spiritual master, if you don't leave, I will call the police."

"Are you taking away the corpses in the basement too?" A soft voice came into my ears.

A glint of darkness flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and after observing that there was no one around, he said in a gentle tone, "I think this lady may have made a mistake. I think there is something to say here. Why don't you go in and say it? Standing outside in the middle of the night It's so cold."

"That's right." Yin Sheng nodded in agreement, then walked in.

The door behind him was slowly closed, and the middle-aged man looked at the girl with his back turned to him with a murderous expression on his face. He picked up the scissors on the table next to him and gradually approached, his voice became colder.

"Little girl, where did you hear this messy news?"

Yin Sheng, who was looking at it with a vase, laughed lightly, "I never listen to these things, if you say where I heard them, didn't you tell me that?"

"Little girl, are you kidding me? I don't even know what you're talking about." The middle-aged man approached quietly while talking, staring at Yin Sheng's figure with resentful eyes.

But when Yin Sheng turned around, he quickly restrained the look in his eyes, and casually threw the scissors on the sofa. A strong wind blew outside at some point, and the decorations on the curtains jingled.

(End of this chapter)