Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The third day since Jinchen disappeared.

Xia Tan finally left the company in order to complete the resignation procedures. No matter how his former colleagues at the news agency tried to persuade him to stay, it was of no avail.

Lian Min also resigned with him. He was afraid that Xia Tan would be too sad and something might happen to her, so he stayed by her side almost all the time. In his own words, he was doing some repentance.

What surprised Xia Tan was that Lin Qian, who had had little contact since the incident at the bar, invited him out again after he resigned, and it was about "that evil ghost".

Xia Tan went to the appointment in the afternoon.

"Xiao Tan, whether you believe it or not, I am really sorry about that matter. It was not until I heard that you were leaving today that I realized how serious it was."

Lin Qian looked sincere, as if he didn't notice Lian Min beside him. He took Xia Tan's hand and apologized, "I don't know how to make it up to you, but we have been friends since before we started working, right? You will forgive me, right?"

Lian Min rolled his eyes very carelessly.

Xia Tan looked at Lin Qian quietly. His pretty eyes no longer had the smile they used to have. He had this expression ever since Jin Chen disappeared, indifferent and cold with a barely detectable fragility.

Xia Tan slowly pulled his hand away, took a sip of the iced coffee, then lowered his eyes to look at the table, not looking at Lin Qian.

"I don't want to forgive you, Lin Qian."

After that night, Jinchen said that Lin Qian was not a person that he should have a close relationship with and that he should keep his distance from him.

Xia Tan wanted to be obedient.

"Why? Xiao Tan...are you...are you bewitched by that ghost?"

Thinking of her boyfriend's instructions, Lin Qian's expression changed and she asked with a little concern.

Xia Tan: “…”

Lian Min sighed: "You are such a person who keeps bringing up irrelevant issues."

Xia Tan raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were clear but cold, "You can go now."

It was obvious that he didn't want to continue the conversation. No matter how thick-skinned Lin Qian was, he felt embarrassed at the moment.

Lin Qian said nothing more and left in frustration.

The fifth day since Jinchen disappeared.

With the recommendation of Officer Cui, Xia Tan and Lian Min joined an investigation agency related to supernatural ghosts.

Xia Tan himself was not sure what his obsession was. It seemed that ever since that wrong thing happened, he had always paid too much attention to this aspect.

And, an in-depth investigation into the Jinbing brothers’ case.

The Investigation Agency was a good job for him.

Coincidentally, the next day after they started working, they received an invitation letter from the president.

To be precise, it was an invitation letter from the Jin family, a ghost-catching family, to various metaphysical fields.

"Tomorrow, you will go to the banquet with me."

The president's expression did not seem relaxed. Seeing Xia Tan and Lian Min's confused looks, he took the initiative to say a few more words. After all, he could not bear to see the newcomers being wasted.

"You must be wondering how this could happen to you two newcomers."

Xia Tan held the invitation letter in his hand and traced the word "Jin" with his fingertips. "I asked other people, and they avoided it like snakes and scorpions."

"That's right."

The president shook his head. "Although the Jin family is a ghost-catching family, the ghost-catching lineage has been weakening in strength from generation to generation, and each generation is weaker than the previous one."

"It was not until this generation that a genius appeared. The nine generations before him could be called the pride of heaven, but they died young. Anyone who has anything to do with the field of metaphysics feels sorry for them."

Lian Min was so engrossed in eating the melon that he asked hurriedly, "And then?"

President: "Then... after the genius died, the majestic purple aura lingered. Some people said that it was still obsessed with the Jin family. Then Jinlan, the head of this lineage of the Jin family, decided to hold a blessing ceremony."

"Spread that purple energy to all the disciples of the Jin family, so that the genius can rest in peace and his soul can return to the immortal path."

Lian Min sighed and scratched his hair, "Why does it feel weird?"

President: "That's why no one wants to go. That genius died in an unclear manner. Not only did the Jin family not want to find the real culprit for him, they were also eager to disperse his good fortune. Everyone feels uncomfortable."

Xia Tan lowered his eyes and listened for a long time, then suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the president, "President, what is the name of the genius of the Jin family?"

President: "Jinchen."

Lian Min's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned to look at Xia Tan. He wanted to say something but didn't dare to open his mouth.

Xia Tan didn't let the president notice anything unusual, and smiled at him, "Okay, I'll come early tomorrow and go to the Jin family with you."

"It doesn't have to be too early, normal working hours will be fine, the Jin family's banquets always start at dusk."

The president waved his hand and asked them to leave.

Xia Tan and Lian Min left the office at the same time. As soon as he reached the corridor, he leaned on the balcony railing as if he could not support himself. He took a deep breath with trembling eyelashes, and his eyes could not help but turn red.

"Xiao Tan..."

Lian Min supported him with concern, "The scene brought back memories. Why... did you still want to go?"

"I want to go."

Xia Tan's clear voice was a little choked up, and he looked into the distance quietly. His red eyes showed obvious fragility and uncontrollable longing.

"I want to see where he used to live."

Just consider it as... the last thought.

Jinchen is a ghost. There is almost no trace of his life in the house except for the bed whose breath is gradually fading away. Whenever Xia Tan thinks of him, he feels infinitely desolate in his heart.

"Okay, okay." Lian Min had no choice. He had to accompany Xia Tan no matter what.

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Jinchen really didn't mean to delay for so long.

But the people in the backyard of the Jin family didn’t know what was wrong with them. They kept postponing the date of the blessing ceremony until it was confirmed yesterday.

Unable to see his wife, Jinchen's face became more and more uglier day by day, and the six little ghosts dared not to offend him.

But there are benefits.

Jinchen's memory is gradually recovering.

That day, Jinchen found the true body of the Red Mist Ghost King who led him here from underground in the backyard.

The underground was as damp as a tomb passage, eerie and cold.

Even Jinchen, a ghost, finds this place weird.

He blatantly broke in with the six little ones and pinned the extremely frightened Red Mist Ghost King to the ground, finally making the Red Mist Ghost clearly realize the gap between himself and Jinchen.

"No more fighting! I'm going to be reduced to ashes!"

The Red Mist Ghost King revealed his true form, a flashy man in a red gown.

Jinchen thought he looked familiar, so he asked, "Have we met before?"

Red Mist Ghost King: ???

"Knock in! Knock in! Do you hear me?"

He was so angry that he put his hands on his waist and roared, his bright and beautiful face was distorted, "You are the one who captured me! Of course I look familiar!"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to be locked up in this shitty place!"

Jin Chen uttered an "oh" and took a half step back in disdain, still looking noble and cold, "I don't remember."

The Red Mist Ghost King's shouting and cursing suddenly stopped.

"Fuck, what happened to me."

Thinking of what Jinchen had experienced, even if he were a ghost, he would feel that the Jin family was shameful.

"Eh? You're not here to ask me...how you died?"

Jinchen nodded, "Go ahead."

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Happy New Year's Eve! There will be more updates in the new year~ I wish my wives a happy reading!

The young lovers met soon.