Ling Zhiyun rolled his eyes at Wang Jian and said, "Haven't you heard that ghosts are afraid of water?"
Wang Jian was startled, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of ghosts being afraid of water.
If ghosts are afraid of water, then next time I meet a ghost, I can just throw water at it."
Ling Zhiyun suddenly said with black lines on his face: "That's not what I meant, you understood it wrong."
"That is" Wang Jian said puzzled.
"What do you mean Qinghu City is separated from our Jiangnan City?"
Ling Zhiyun said with a smile.
"Qinghu."
Wang Jian blurted out.
"That's okay.
Qinghu is so big.
The only way to go from Jiangnan City to Qinghu City is by boat.
But there are no planes, so we can only take a boat.
But some ghosts are very jealous of water.
Water is Yin. , they died unjustly, and their bodies were very violent.
If they encounter water again, they will be tortured by the Yin Qi again."
As he spoke, Ling Zhiyun patted Wang Jian on the shoulder and said, "You know too little.
Well, if you encounter it in the future and you really don’t know anything, I’ll tell you, ghosts are also a science.”
What kind of bullshit knowledge is this?
It’s all bullshit.
I don’t want to encounter it.
Wang Jian thought to himself.
He said speechlessly: “Forget it, don’t curse me.
I don’t want to encounter these things.
Yours It means that the female ghost dare not go to Qinghu City because she is afraid of water, right?"
"Yes."
Ling Zhiyun nodded.
"So according to what you said, are water ghosts afraid of water?"
Ling Zhiyun: "" Seeing that Ling Zhiyun was silent and frustrated, Wang Jian felt proud and said with a smile: "What you are saying is complete nonsense.
According to me, this is definitely not the reason for that female ghost."
"Oh, forget it if you don't believe me."
Ling Zhiyun looked unhappy and said, "Boy, can you do me a favor?"
A gleam flashed in Wang Jian's eyes, and he said: "Why are you helping me?"
"Do me two favors and I'll give you five hundred thousand."
Ling Zhiyun said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
Five hundred thousand Wang Jian was stunned.
In his whole life, to be honest, he had never seen so much money, but he knew that there was no such thing as pie in the sky in the world.
Five hundred thousand is not a small amount for him.
It seems that Ling Zhiyun must have some conspiracy.
Thinking of this, Wang Jian said: "Just give me five hundred thousand for two favors.
You are really generous.
Okay, I I don’t have time to talk to you anymore, I’m leaving first.”
With that said, Wang Jian turned around and prepared to leave.
Ling Zhiyun suddenly became anxious.
He went up to stop Wang Jiandian and said, "Just promise me a couple of small things.
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I won't deceive you."
There is no liar who says I am a liar on his face.
Wang Jian smiled and said, "Then tell me, what's the matter?"
"The first thing is don't tell Zhao Xueru my true identity.
I don't want to go to that bullshit paranormal investigation bureau again.
The second thing is to do me a favor in dealing with this female ghost."
"I can promise you the first one, and I won't ask for the five hundred thousand.
Forget the second one, I don't want to get into trouble."
Wang Jian said lightly: "If you don't provoke him, he won't I'll offend you, not to mention he's a fierce ghost."
"So, you are scared," Ling Zhiyun said with a smile.
This girl even used aggressive tactics on herself, and really treated herself as a child.
Wang Jian ignored him and turned around to leave.
"Boy, do you want to know Ouyang Yuan's true identity?"
Ling Zhiyun said lightly, with a look of confidence on his face.
For a moment, Wang Jian froze, a trace of panic flashed across his face, he turned to look at Ling Zhiyun and said lightly: "What do you mean?"
"There's no point in doing this favor for me.
I'll tell you his true identity, okay, plus five hundred thousand."
Ling Zhiyun grinned.
Isn't the true identity of the old Taoist priest Ouyang Yuan?
Isn't he a tomb robber, a tomb robber wearing a human skin mask?
Wang Jian thought to himself.
Ling Zhiyun caught the change in Wang Jian's expression at a glance.
He smiled and said, "I'll give you a hint, Long."
Long Wangjian's expression changed.
He couldn't help but think of the dream he had the night the old Taoist priest left.
In the dream, there was that golden dragon.
"Boy, I'm leaving first.
According to my guess, that female ghost probably won't take action today.
I'll wait for you at this teahouse at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
Come on for the exam."
With that said, Ling Zhiyun turned around and disappeared from Wang Jian's eyes.
"What is his true identity?"
Wang Jian murmured.
In a flash, it was already the afternoon of June 8th.
After finishing the last English test, all the students shouted "Liberation" and rushed out of the examination room.
Wang Jian told his parents at noon that he would go out to play with his classmates in the evening, so he didn't go back.
He was the first to hand in his paper.
He left the examination room and ran straight towards the teahouse where he had been yesterday afternoon.
Wang Jian saw Ling Zhiyun from afar, and saw him standing at the door of the teahouse, looking at him and smiling.
"Here he comes."
Ling Zhiyun waved to Wang Jian, grinning and looking very excited.
Wang Jian nodded: "Where to go now?"
"Of course I'm going to see that damn old man."
Ling Zhiyun said with a smile: "How did you do in the exam?
You look like you didn't do well in the exam."
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Wang Jian was startled, shook his head and said, "No, I was wondering about Ouyang Yuan's true identity."
"After doing this favor for me, you will know soon."
Ling Zhiyun said.
"I still have to rush, and there is a class reunion tonight."
"An hour at most, don't worry, the female ghost is already here."
Ling Zhiyun said, dragging Wang Jian towards the teahouse: "Go and catch ghosts."
The two of them arrived at the second floor of the teahouse.
It was still the same as yesterday.
Mr.
Zhao was waiting for them in the third box.
In addition to Mr.
Zhao, there was an old lady in the box, who seemed to be Mr.
Zhao's servant.
"This is one million."
Mr.
Zhao pointed to a large suitcase on the table.
Ling Zhiyun smacked his lips and said, "Mr.
Zhao means what he says."
Wang Jian glanced at the box.
Although it was just a glance, his eyes had already passed through the box.
The top layer of the box was indeed filled with banknotes, but underneath was a stack of white paper.
Suddenly, Wang Jian's expression changed.
He looked around and did not find the female ghost Ling Zhiyun mentioned.
"Open it and let him check it out."
Mr.
Zhao said with a smile.
The old lady quickly stepped forward and opened the suitcase.
Ling Zhiyun smiled and said, "No, I believe you."
But when he saw the wad of bills, the excitement on Ling Zhiyun's face flashed away.
Wang Jian wanted to step forward and tell Ling Zhiyun that there was a fraud, but his eyes widened at this time because he found that through the screen of the box on this floor, he could see that the number 2 and 4 boxes on both sides were all armed with pistols.
The men in black saw them motionless, their eyes fixed on their own box, which was box three: