I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 655: Ghost Hunting Co., Ltd.: Book of Heaven

 Twilight time.

 Boys' school.

Leslie Cheung, who was teaching the [Sword Finger] technique to the students, raised his head and glanced at the sky, closed the book with a snap, and said, "Let's get here first today, students, get out of class is over."

“Goodbye, teacher.” More than sixty people stood up and shouted in unison.

 Leslie Cheung was very satisfied with their current performance. He put the Bible under his arm and walked out of the classroom first.

After he left, a group of boys gathered together in twos and threes and walked towards the cafeteria while talking and laughing.

Anita Mui’s idea of ​​dividing the boys’ and girls’ schools was not a whim, but had been planned for a long time. Therefore, the boys’ and girls’ areas she divided each have a canteen and corresponding living facilities.

Compared with her, Leslie Cheung's reasons for setting up barriers are relatively pure. On the one hand, he is happy to see the results, and on the other hand, he is fighting back against her practice of setting up barriers.

 “Director Bi, look.”

 Bi Wen was surrounded by more than a dozen young men with high emotional intelligence and walked towards the cafeteria. He was still smiling when he was suddenly elbowed twice. Before he could get angry, the other person pointed to a location.

 “What am I looking at…”

Bi Wen endured the anger in his heart, his eyes followed the clerk's hand, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

But under the beautiful sunset, Ye Ling, dressed in a red dress, was sitting in the pavilion, holding a card in her mouth, facing an easel, diagonally facing all of them.

The golden light of the setting sun hit her face and fell on the tips of her hair, making it look exquisite, charming but not seductive. All the sixty-three male colleagues passing by stopped in place and stared at this beautiful scenery. .

 “The painting is done, take a look.”

After a long time, Qin Yao, who was standing behind the drawing board, put down his brush and said with a smile.

Ye Ling reached out and took off the playing cards in his mouth, strode to the easel, looked at the bright and moving girl in red on the painting paper, and couldn't help but have a hint of surprise in his eyes.

“The painting is really good.” She instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the painting, but she was afraid that her fingers would damage the painting, so she stopped in front of the painting with her slender palms.

Qin Yao took off the painting and handed it to her: "It's for you."

“Huh?” Ye Ling was slightly startled.

 “Don’t you like it?”

Ye Ling shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, I like it very much..."

Not far away, watching the ambiguous interaction between the two of them, a group of young and old men felt as if a vinegar vat had been overturned in their hearts, as if pepper had gotten into their eyes, and they were filled with sadness, jealousy, and turbulent emotions.

 “That’s too much!” Bengal silently clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.

Luo Ba's eyes were fixed on the pavilion under the setting sun, and his heart almost broke when he saw the goddess holding the scroll and looking down with shyness.

This is worse than killing him.

“Director Bi, don’t you want to say something?” Bengal asked.

Bi Wen spread his hands: "What do you mean? That's what he said is life, and we are all living?"

Or should I say, work hard young people, as long as you are willing to endure hardship and make progress, you can be like him in the future?

 Wake up, you are just the protagonist in your own life, not the protagonist in this world. You don’t even have a house, a car, or money, but you still want a horse? "

 When Bi Wen educated these boys as an experienced person, Bi Wen was actually quite happy in his heart.

The east is not bright, the west is bright, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.

Director Qin shows off his affection to the little secretary so openly, so he shouldn't compete with Mr. Jian for it, right?

It is undeniable that Ye Ling has an advantage over Mr. Jian purely in terms of appearance, but Mr. Jian is rich!

 With the blessing of the aura of money, Mr. Jian’s charm is close to infinite. Ye Ling, the little fairy, gives in as much as he gives in. What he loses is what he gains in the east, and he will not suffer any loss this time.

That night.

 After dinner, Bengal lay on the bed, with the images of Ye Ling and Qin Yao flashing through his mind. He felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought that they might be communicating in depth now.

Hatching the edge of the bed, he looked over and saw that Luo Ba was even more miserable when he got out of bed. He seemed to have lost his soul, lying flat on the bed and staring blankly above.

 “Bang bang.”

Bengal reached out and patted the side of the bed and asked, "Robert, are you willing?"

 “The matter has come to this, so what if you don’t want to be reconciled?” Robert sighed.

Bengal suddenly jumped down from the upper bunk, clapped his hands in the dormitory where more than 60 people lived, and said: "Brothers, listen to what I have to say."

　　A group of male colleagues who were so bored lying on the bed having **** without mobile phones sat up when they heard the shouting and looked up to Bangladesh.

Bangladesh has been a salesman for more than ten years. He has his own logic of thinking about human nature. He directly pokes people's pain points with one sentence: "This is the first day. There are still fourteen more days on the mountain. Can you bear it?" In the next two weeks, I won't even be able to see women, but someone will have **** every night, or even show affection in front of you? "

 “I can’t bear it.” A colleague who had a good impression of Ye Ling said loudly.

"Yes, I can't bear it, and I can't bear it either." Bengal said, "So I think we have to do something, otherwise we will be sour in the next fourteen days."

"Bangla, I advise you not to humiliate yourself." Bi Wen said, "Qin Yao's body type can defeat four of you."

Bengal: "I'm not a fool, how could I choose to confront him head-on? The most important thing in life is to use your brain."

“Stop being so pretentious, tell me quickly what’s your idea.” Bi Wen said with a curious look on his face.

Although he would not go against Qin Yao, nor did he recommend that his subordinates provoke Qin Yao, he would still be happy to see the results if he could hit the opponent.

The hatred of killing one's father and taking away one's wife has been a blood feud since ancient times. Although Ye Ling is not his wife, she was once the one he wanted to capture!

 From welcoming to annoying, sometimes it’s that simple.

“On this resort mountain, in terms of strength, we are certainly no match for that big guy, but that doesn’t mean that the other party can do whatever they want.”

Bengal's eyes flashed with light, and he said confidently: "After recruiting Director Qin, Miss Jian recruited Master Zhang and Master Mei. It is obvious that she wants both parties to check and balance each other. What does this mean?"

 “What does it mean?” a male colleague asked with admiration.

Bengal: "Stupid! This shows that Master Zhang and Master Mei have the ability to check and balance Director Qin. As long as we convince Master Zhang to deal with Director Qin, we will definitely end the latter's unscrupulous life."

"You can't convince Master Zhang." Bi Wen said with certainty.

 “Why?” Robert asked. Bi Wen: "Don't think that you are the only smart ones. Master Zhang is not stupid either. There is no conflict of interest between him and Qin Yao for the time being. It is completely fanciful for you to expect to persuade him by talking."

"There is no conflict of interest for the time being. We can brainwash him and make him think that there is a conflict of interest between them." Bangla said: "The focus can be on Miss Jian's checks and balances... We can tell Master Zhang honestly and sincerely, but Only by breaking this layer of checks and balances and becoming the sole supporter of one family can we obtain the maximum return on benefits."

Bi Wen asked back: "I'm still saying, don't treat Master Zhang as a fool. Are you sure he can't see your brainwashing behavior? Don't fail to brainwash him, and you will be taught a lesson by the other party."

Bengal was very depressed by the rebuke and said: "This won't work, that won't work either. I wonder what Manager Bi has to say?"

Bi Wen hesitated for a moment, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "You all noticed during class today, Master Zhang has a heavenly book in his hand. If you can steal this heavenly book, maybe we can find the direction from it."

Leslie Cheung had the same idea as Anita Mui. In just fifteen days, the more spells were taught, the smaller the chance that these male students would succeed in learning, so he only taught them the spell [Sword Finger].

For Bi Wen, he finally had such a God-given opportunity. How could he satisfy his appetite by just learning a spell?

What's more, he also knew that Leslie Cheung would never teach the magic skills he wanted, such as clairvoyance, wall penetration, invisibility, and the four-piece set of picking yin and replenishing yang in an honest way.

In this case, there may be a glimmer of hope to use the gang's jealousy towards Qin Yao to encourage them to steal the Book of Heaven.

Even if the four-piece set is not complete, it is still a worthwhile trip if you can get two or three of them...

 The next day.

After class, Leslie Cheung was taking a shower in the bathroom. As he was washing, the lights suddenly went out, the water heater stopped working, and the cold groundwater poured on his body, causing him to suddenly tremble.

"Okay, you bastards, you want to mess with me!" Leslie Cheung stretched out his hand to wipe off the foam on his face, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his eyes. He saw things in the night, took a bath towel from the air, quickly wiped off the water marks on his body, and immediately put it on He put on his bathrobe and walked slowly towards the control room of the electric switch.

However, he was smart, but he was not a prophet. What he didn't expect was that this group of students did not just want to play tricks. They had clear goals and specific division of labor.

Therefore, just after he left the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, a group of people came in carrying oil lamps, replaced the Heavenly Book from Leslie Cheung's cloth bag with a stack of white paper, and immediately rushed out and returned to the boy's house with the Heavenly Book. Bedroom.

Just as the two students who turned off the power switch were being educated by Leslie Cheung, Bi Wen stood in the crowd in the dormitory. With excitement, he opened the first page of the Book of Heaven, and a simple drawing of a Taoist with an immortal style suddenly came into view. eye.

Bi Wen just thought it was an ordinary illustration and subconsciously turned it over. Unexpectedly, he twisted it for a while and failed to open the second page. At the same time, the Taoist illustration suddenly opened his mouth. , asked: "What do you want to do?"

 “Ghost!”

Bi Wen was so frightened that he almost peeed, and subconsciously threw the book out of his hand. Unexpectedly, the book did not fall to the ground, but was suspended in mid-air, with the portrait of the Taoist facing the students.

"You are the ghost. Use your brain and think about it. Can ghosts be drawn on the Book of Heaven?"

Hearing what the Taoist said, everyone gradually calmed down. Bi Wen looked around and saw no one spoke, so he said, "If you're not a ghost, what are you?"

 “I am the soul of the Book of Heaven.”

The Taoist looked at this group of novice practitioners and asked, "What do you want to do by stealing the Book of Heaven?"

In front of so many people, Bi Wen couldn't reveal his dirty thoughts, so he said seriously: "We are not stealing the Book of Heaven, but we want to borrow the Book of Heaven to punish the evildoers."

Taoist: "What kind of evil person?"

"Actually, I can't say he is a villain. To be precise, he is a person who arouses public outrage. Do you think so?" Bi Wen turned around and asked.

 “Yes.” Bangladesh responded immediately.

 “That’s right, that’s right.” Others spoke one after another.

As long as it does not harm people's lives, the Taoist does not care who is right or wrong, so he asked: "How do you want to punish each other?"

 “Let him go to the girls’ dormitory and run naked.” Someone suggested.

“It’s a must.” Bengal objected, saying, “If all the girls can see his body, doesn’t he make a profit?”

"I think it's enough to drive him down the mountain. There is no need to make the other party look embarrassed." Robert said.

“If we don’t let him make a fool of himself, how can we calm down the resentment in our hearts?” shouted a colleague who was afraid that the matter was not serious.

And this kind of jealousy caused by jealousy has not surprisingly been approved by many people.

 “Then let’s put it all together and let him run down the mountain naked.” Bengal said.

 “Are you sure?” The Soul of the Heavenly Book asked.

 “Sure.” Everyone whispered for a while, and finally gave a definite answer.

The Soul of the Heavenly Book nodded slightly, controlled the Heavenly Book to float in front of them, and laid it flat: "You can help me if you want, but the help is not free. I need all of you to bite your fingers and drip blood on me. Then bow down to me.”

“It’s so troublesome to have to bleed.” Hearing this, some people backed down.

The soul of the Book of Heaven said in a deep voice: "You can gain something only by giving up. I am not related to you, or even have nothing to do with you. If you don't pay me, why should I help you?"

"Isn't it just a drop of blood? I'm not asking you to drink other people's blood. Are you afraid of getting sick from it?!" Bengal said loudly.

 “Then you come first.” Bi Wen said.

 “I’ll come first, I’ll come first.” Bengal said, taking the lead in coming to the Book of Heaven, biting his finger and dripping a drop of blood on the portrait of the Taoist.

 The amazing thing is that when the blood fell on the paper, it was instantly absorbed by the painting without leaving any red marks.

With the leader in place, the psychological burden on the newcomers was significantly reduced. They lined up one after another, biting their fingers and dripping blood. In the end, more than 60 people knelt down and saluted before the Book of Heaven.

 “That’s it, let’s all get up.”

The Soul of the Book of Heaven faced everyone and said calmly: "Now, you can choose one person to carry me outside the other party's room. The closer you are to him, the better the effect of the spell will be."

"I come!"

Bi Wen volunteered and shouted.

Everyone was a little surprised that Director Bi, who was always cautious, could be so proactive this time. But strangely enough, no one competed with him for this job.

After all, carrying the Book of Heaven to murder Director Qin is somewhat risky.

Not long after, Bi Wen went out with the Book of Heaven in his arms. After leaving the men's dormitory far away, he suddenly asked: "Book of Heaven, Book of Heaven, do you know how to see through eyes, penetrate walls, become invisible, and collect yin and replenish yang?"

 (End of this chapter)