Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Master Bao has seen many humans tempted by evil spirits.

Therefore, he thought that Xia Tan's overly intense reaction was the fault of the evil spirit and did not dwell on it too much.

"In a few days, when the evil spirit's influence on you has weakened, you will realize that what I did today was just to get rid of harm for the people."

Master Bao refused to take his money and left in a hurry after getting rid of the evil spirit. Even Min couldn't stop him.

It’s because Master Bao’s last words were: “When a person dies, he becomes a ghost. When a ghost dies, it turns to ashes. Even if you regret it, it will be of no use.”

Lian Min was at a loss. He slowly squatted beside Xia Tan and held his hand. "Xiao Tan, I'm...I'm sorry."

"I didn't know this Taoist priest would lie. I shouldn't have advised you with him."

Xia Tan shook his head in a daze, no longer able to speak. After a long while, he gently pulled his hand away, "You go back first..."

"Don't be here anymore."

A teardrop as big as a bean suddenly fell, and Xia Tan didn't know whether he was speaking to himself or someone else.

"Jinchen doesn't like other people here."

Lian Min opened his mouth and looked at his friend with concern, but he could no longer utter a word of comfort.

"Then I'll go first, Xiao Tan... I'll come see you tomorrow."

The moment he heard the door close, Xia Tan seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the carpet, hot tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"Jinchen..."

Xia Tan cried out softly many times, feeling regretful and panicky, and thought drowsily about the days since he moved into this house.

The Jinchen who would hide and scare him on purpose, the Jinchen who would be jealous but arrogant, the Jinchen who would protect him from being bullied...

The past days were vivid and warm, but they were hidden under the background of fear. Now they reappear, but only memories remain, and the reality was cut off by his own hands.

The despair in his heart was like a spreading tide, swallowing up Xia Tan's tears bit by bit and making him lose all ability to move. He sat in the living room, almost in silence, on the sofa where Jinchen had last sat for two hours.

Until the sky turned dark and everything was silent.

Finally, Xia Tan got up and did something.

Call the police to report Master Bao for showing off his metaphysics and playing tricks.

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It would be a lie for Jinchen to say he wasn't angry.

I didn't figure it out until I left. My wife was fine before she left, but as soon as she came back, she couldn't wait to get rid of me.

Ling Gungun turned into a ball of light and flew after Jinchen, muttering to himself.

[Don't be angry, don't be angry! Host, calm down, don't get angry with the Lord God...]

Then he was kicked out again.

A dark and windy night is the best night for evil spirits to act out.

All the evil spirits in the communication group are "happy (forced) to" meet in person - in fact, Jinchen's ghost hands are not enough, and he can't figure out the details of the Jin family, so he looks for help.

The ones on the left, the sex addicts, hungry ghosts, and hanged ghosts, had known Jinchen during the day and seemed the least frightened.

The ones on the right, the overstuffed ghosts, the drowned ghosts, and the non-staff member, the peeping ghosts, all have different expressions, but the only one that remains unchanged is the trembling.

Jinchen felt that enough was enough after seeing this group of uglies, and raised his hand to rub his brows.

"Don't run around later. There are many ghost catchers in the Jin family. I won't care if you get caught."

"Yes, yes, my king!"

The six ghosts nodded in unison. Each of them had his own tragic death. The way they looked together was an extreme challenge to normal human aesthetics.

Jinchen, a face-obsessed fighter, couldn't bear to look at it.

It was a cloudless and windless moonlit night, and the silence was eerie.

Following the instructions of the Red Mist Ghost King, Jinchen easily found the old mansion of the Jin family located in a remote city. It occupied half of a mountain. Jinchen saw clearly that there was a barrier protecting the backyard of the old mansion.

Walking into the quaint manor, it felt like being separated from modern society. The six ghosts had never seen the world and they were amazed at this magnificent place, looking around.

Jinchen sensed a long-lost sense of familiarity.

Combined with what the Red Mist Ghost King said before, the original body probably grew up here.

Even in the dead of night, there are groups of two or three ghost hunters patrolling from time to time, which shows how strictly guarded the backyard is.

Jinchen didn't mind breaking through the barrier to enter, but by then there would be chaos and the real murderer might not come out tonight.

He doesn't have the habit of killing people indiscriminately.

When I was observing, everything was quiet except for the sound of ticking... ticking...

Jin Chen glanced at him coldly, "Are you not done yet?"

The drowned ghost was so frightened that his whole body was tightened, but water was still dripping from his trouser legs, which soon gathered into a puddle under him.

"I...I can't control it, my king."

The drowned ghost was so scared that he burped and spit out a few water plants.

Jinchen: "..."

Five minutes later, the bloated ghost, who had some ghost veins, grabbed the drowned ghost that Jinchen disliked and went to inquire for information.

Ling Gungun flew back again, and the little ball of light rubbed against Jinchen's shoulder.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 45! 】

Jinchen paused in surprise, [What's going on? ]

[Hey, it seems like the Lord God is regretting this...]

Ling Gungun pretended to squeeze out a few shining tears, [Only when you lose something do you realize how much your heart beats...ah!]

The ball of light was photographed away again.

Jinchen wanted to end the battle quickly and tried to tear the barrier in mid-air with his bare hands.

"Wait a minute, my king—"

The ghost who was trying to gather information flew back and tried to stop Jinchen with his round skin.

"Found it! We found it!"

Six ghosts plus a ghost king returned to the corner.

Jinchen was in a bad mood, even a little irritable, "What did you find out?"

The ghost wanted very much to maintain his status as the richest man in the ghost world, but Jinchen's eyes were too fierce, causing some fear to appear on his bloody face.

"Many ghost hunters from this branch of the Jin family have returned. It is said that they are here to perform a blessing ceremony for the once most invincible but prematurely deceased prodigy, wishing him eternal bliss in heaven."

Jinchen had a bad feeling, "Who?"

The dying ghost timidly stretched out a finger, "You, Jinchen."

The Drowned Ghost followed up with the words, "The nearby earthbound spirits also said that they would hold a fortune spreading ceremony during the blessing ceremony. My king, don't you want to know who you are? It won't be too late to take action then."

The other four little devils nodded.

Jin Chen sensed something was wrong, his gloomy eyes narrowed coldly, "You want me to participate in your own blessing ceremony?"

How is this any different than attending your own funeral?

Ling Gun Gun: [The Jin family definitely doesn’t know you’re back. When you show up, they’ll be shocked!]

Jinchen didn't want to scare them with a "wow" at all.

But I do want to see what this so-called blessing ceremony is all about.

Let the six little ghosts hide somewhere else, and Jinchen entered the barrier alone.

The hanged ghost looked at the direction where Jinchen left with melancholy, "Will my king not be discovered when he enters the barrier?"

He had finally managed to follow the Ghost King, but he didn't want to become a wandering ghost anymore.

The ghost said: "The king is so powerful, maybe he flew in blatantly!"

Hungry ghost: "What are you doing in there, my king?"

The pervert sniffed: "Go in and sleep, hehe."

The other five little ones: "..."