Chapter 70 Bad Luck
Seeing that they had no objections, Lin Yuanqing took out his phone, selected a number, and dialed.
"Hey! Mr. Lin, what I promised you has been taken care of. You can pick it up when you come back." The old voice from the opposite side sounded, it was President Nakamoto.
"Let's not rush it now. You can have someone pick us up now. The location will be at the original ghost well." Lin Yuanqing said.
"Okay, please wait a moment. The helicopter will be over you in about ten minutes." After President Nakamoto finished speaking, he began to order people to call the helicopter.
After Lin Yuanqing hung up the phone, he said to Yang Jian and Ye Zhen: "Go to the hotel and wait for me first, and put the matter of picking up ghosts aside first."
"Don't you need our help?" Ye Zhen said.
“No, you can’t help with this matter.” Lin Yuanqing replied.
While he was talking, a gust of wind blew by. On the high building on the left side of the intersection, a shaky billboard fell off at the moment the wind blew, and fell straight towards Lin Yuanqing. The angle was extremely precise, just right. It is a corner facing the top of the head.
Lin Yuanqing had no expression on his face. The ghost realm opened and the billboard stopped instantly, hanging above his head less than two meters away. It looked very exciting.
What Yang Jian was about to say was suppressed, and he silently stayed two meters away from Lin Yuanqing. Then he nodded and said, "Okay, we'll wait for you at the hotel. Come find us when you're done."
Ye Zhen did the same. He hesitated to speak, thinking that he almost threw the ghost stick on Lin Yuanqing's head just now, he still nodded and silently moved to Yang Jian.
Lin Yuanqing glanced at them and walked to the side of the city.
"Xiao Yang, wouldn't it be a bit unloyal for us to do this?" Seeing Lin Yuanqing leaving, Ye Zhen asked.
"Don't worry, no, this is his idea." Yang Jian replied.
"Then why do I feel that there was disgust in his eyes before he left?" Ye Zhen asked, his tone a little confused.
"No, that's an illusion. His eyes are all white, how can you see the emotion." Yang Jian said, but there was some uncertainty in his tone, because he also felt it.
The other side.
Of course Lin Yuanqing did not dislike these two guys. This was all their psychological effects.
After all, in this ghost well incident, Ye Zhen was the one who contributed the most, and Yang Jian was the one with the most brains. You could just run along and don't have to worry about anything.
However, it seems that the ghost well incident was solved by the three of them without much effort, especially Yang Jian, who could take a third of the proceeds by just wandering into the ghost world.
But even Ye Zhen knew without any objection that in fact, without any of the three, this supernatural incident would not be solved so quickly.
If it weren't for Yang Jian, neither of them had the ability to summon ghosts, then after the incident was revealed, President Nakamoto's gun could take away one of the two in an instant by surprise.
If it were not for Ye Zhen, Lin Yuanqing would have to deal with more than twenty ghosts. The level of danger is not low, if ghost slaves are included.
It may be overturned. After all, when he dealt with the ghost slave alone for the first time, if there was no red ghost candle, he would have really overturned. Lin Yuanqing is still frightened by the crazy growing sense of oppression.
Not to mention Lin Yuanqing, without him this operation would not have happened at all. Even if the islanders went to find Yang Jian, with Yang Jian's current strength, Lin Yuanqing would have died at least twice within an hour if he had not underestimated him.
So, this matter is really difficult to handle without any one of the three.
Lin Yuanqing walked forward aimlessly, intending to see if he could use up all his bad luck, when he walked into a small alley.
Boom! The walls on both sides collapsed suddenly, falling towards Lin Yuanqing.
As for the reason why the wall fell down, it may be the erosion of the ghost domain, or it may be a scumbag project. Of course, Lin Yuanqing is more willing to believe that it is a side effect of the bronze mirror.
The ghost realm was opened, and the wall was stabilized. When Lin Yuanqing walked out of the alley, the ghost realm was retracted, and a huge sound came from behind.
Looking back at the original brand new wall, this is the center of Tokyo, and it is impossible to have old ones. When I think of the annotations on the bronze mirror, I may have thought it was an exaggeration at the time, but now Lin Yuanqing said, those are all Don't worry, look at what you are going through now.
The phone rang at this time. I took it out and saw, Zhao Huanhuan, answer the call.
"Hello! Hello, is this Lin Yuanqing?" Zhao Huanhuan's voice sounded, with respect and formality in his tone.
Listening to Zhao Huanhuan's voice, Lin Yuanqing thought: It seems that she has not chattered in his ears for a long time. When did it start? It seemed that since imprisoning the old man, she suddenly changed, becoming respectful and reserved, not as insignificant as she was at the beginning, and also became boring.
"What's the matter?" Lin Yuanqing replied, thinking about being gentler, but what came out of his mouth was still light, without much ups and downs.
Of course, it’s not that Lin Yuanqing has any feelings for her, it’s just that in this place, which is the same as the end of the world, it’s nice to have someone chattering in his ears, and occasionally showing his teeth and claws, at least it seems a bit lively, although I don’t like excitement, but I don’t hate it either.
"Excuse me, your position is still in Daming City. Why did you go to the island country of Tokyo? Sorry, I didn't mean to question you. I just asked you on a daily basis. If you don't want to say it, it's okay." Zhao Huanhuan His voice was still respectful and polite, and Lin Yuanqing could imagine a face with a formulaic smile.
"Nothing, let's make some extra money." Lin Yuanqing's voice remained calm, but rarely did he hang up the phone.
Boom!
At this time, a car on the side of the road, for some unknown reason, suddenly burst into flames and exploded. A door flew to this side, aiming directly at Lin Yuanqing's neck, as if it was going to hit Lin Yuanqing's neck directly. Cut off his head.
The ghost realm opened and the car door disappeared directly. Lin Yuanqing stopped and frowned. This could no longer be explained by luck. The side effects of the bronze mirror should not be that strong.
Note that of the two people in it, one was drunk and was hit by a car, but only if someone was driving, and the other slipped and fell into the water, so he had to be near the water. Talents like them It's unlucky. He is obviously the real version of death.
Thinking of this, Lin Yuanqing felt that he must have been plotted. Are there other ghost masters around?
The opened ghost realm expanded directly, trying to find the assassin imagined by Lin Yuanqing.
Lin Yuanqing, who was thinking wildly, had never thought that even if the previous two owners combined, the frequency and intensity of using the bronze mirror were not as high as his one use.
"What happened?" Zhao Huanhuan heard the movement on the opposite side and asked urgently, unable to maintain the formulaic tone at all. (End of this chapter)