Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"Bang" loud noise!

The socket burst.

"Cough cough..." Hong Yi coughed and walked out of the cloud of black smoke.

What's the matter, isn't the wire in this supernatural bureau for a long time?

Did it burn for a while?

He turned his head to see how the middle-aged man in the chair was doing.

"Hey, are you awake?"

I saw the man's body slowly fade away...

What the hell!

Is this a direct call on the road?

"Uh... The coconut donor, this..." Hong Yi really didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, after just a call, the man got into the car without saying hello!

Hong Yi walked to Gaya's side with a very embarrassed expression.

Jia coconut: "..."

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After some hard work, Jia Ye and her children successfully boarded the West Sky tour group of Hongyi.

The excess value is not high.

And the system did not prompt the collection of successful information, it seems that Jia Ye should be just an ordinary resentful spirit, but the resentment is a little bigger.

Blame the movie!

Hong Yi couldn't help slandering in his heart.

It seems that the ghosts in the movies can't be trusted in the future...

Amitabha!

Don't you dare have a bit of authenticity?

Hongyi drove all the way, Qin Lan sat in the co-pilot without saying a word!

Occasionally take a peek with your eyes.

"Amitabha, donor Qin..." Hong Yi took the lead to break the silence and asked:

"Why do you keep looking at the poor monk?"

"Ah? Nothing, nothing!"

Qin Lan exclaimed instantly and sat up straight.

"Donor Qin, can the poor monk ask you a question?" Hong Yi said seriously.

"Well, you said..."

"Excuse me, donor Qin, what was the car you were thinking of just now...zhen?"

Qin Lan was stunned!

car... zhen?

What the hell!

How does this monk know what he is thinking?

"Monk, how do you know what I'm thinking?" Qin Lan looked at him strangely, thinking about it in his heart.

Could this monk be able to read minds?

"Amitabha, the poor monk has only recently learned to read minds. I don't believe that the donor Qin can think of something. Is it correct to see what the poor monk said?" Hong Yi said with a smile as he drove the car.

"Oh? The poor monk is not a bad monk!"

"What's that kind of thing?"

"Donor Qin, it's not good to scold poor monks, right?"

"Do you really know what I'm thinking?" Qin Lan's eyes widened, looking at Hong Yi in disbelief.

This monk is so evil!

After that, wouldn't there be no secret in front of him?

Then in the room just now, when he held his hand, he also knew what he was thinking?

What the hell!

This is so scary...

Please stay away from this monk in the future!

"Amitabha, donor Qin, you're thinking a bit messy..." Hong Yi listened to it again, and then directly closed his heartache.