Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Gigi pressed the shortcut button on the desk phone, picked up the receiver and asked the nurse to bring the thatched cottage in.

Suddenly, a voice came from the microphone saying that Cao Lu had been taken away by the hospital's auxiliary police.

With a tearing sound, the hand of someone who was sitting quietly on the sofa answering the questions trembled, and the pen in his hand suddenly flew out of the paper.

Then he smoothed out the wrinkles and scratches as if nothing had happened, and buried his head in writing without saying a word.

Gigi glanced thoughtfully, then leaned closer to the microphone and whispered, "Bring it to me first. Violence alone won't solve the problem."

"Doctor Huang, the dean said he damaged public property and needs to be locked up in the solitary confinement room for a day. This is the rule, you should be aware of it."

Gigi wrapped her fingers around the phone cord, her brow furrowing more and more as she listened.

"Anyway, send it to me first. If the dean asks, just say I said it."

There was a long pause on the other end before someone hesitantly replied, "Okay."

The woman sitting on the sofa suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and after stopping writing for a long time, she started writing again.

Gigi curled her lips silently.

You said you don’t know him, so why are you so nervous?

The waiting time is very boring.

Gigi stood up and fiddled with the green plants next to her seat and watered them.

His hand touched the cigarette box in his breast pocket, wanting to take a puff to pass the time, but he suddenly remembered that there was someone sitting next to him.

His hand dropped naturally, and he picked up the pen on the table and turned it around for a while.

With nothing to do, she returned to the table and looked through the household registration book that Jingzhi had just taken out.

Although her community is not in the city center, it is also a suburban villa complex with an excellent location.

If she could afford that position, why would this woman choose to do the hard work of martial arts?

Gigi couldn't figure it out.

I paced around the room several times until my heels were sore. I cursed inwardly for a long time, wondering where I had sent the person. Then there was a knock on the office door.

"Knock knock knock!"

The doorknob was turned, and some damp air poured in, mixed with the impatient pushing and talking of the auxiliary police, as well as Cao Lu's low rebuttal.

"I can walk on my own. If you try to touch me again, I will be rude to you."

Jingzhi froze for a moment and couldn't help but curl her lips.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Even at this time, he is still so stubborn.

A blue figure came into view.

He had just been free from his restraints in the thatched hut for half a day, and now he was put into a straitjacket again.

The two auxiliary police officers brought him in without saying a word and tied him to the armchair where Jingzhi had just sat.

"This is the dean's order. This person has violent tendencies, and I'm just following orders."

An auxiliary police officer looked up and explained to Gigi, who looked unhappy.

Gigi squeezed her eyes shut, crossed her arms, and chased the two men out. "Wait outside. I'll call you after I'm done."

Caolu glanced at Jing when he entered the room, then looked away.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the image of the Japanese Ghost King he had just seen.

So much so that the way he looked at Gigi now became a little unfriendly.

Taoism and evil cannot coexist.

Since the Ghost King just appeared in that "illusion box", it is not ruled out that it is possible that the Enchantress is sheltering him here.

Anyone who is looked at like this by Caolu would be unhappy.

Gigi leaned back in her chair and asked helplessly:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I explained to you this morning, I'm not Shi Shi, nor am I some Yao Ji. I'm a psychiatrist in this hospital. You can call me Gigi, and I'll do my best to help you."

Cao Lu said nothing, but remained vigilant towards her.

Gigi was helpless. Thinking of his sudden violent behavior, she took out the tape from the drawer and put it into the player.

Caolu was a little curious about the player in her hand. After taking a look, his gaze moved back to the restraints on his body.

"We are all in the same boat, there is no need to tie me up."

Jingzhi suddenly laughed, looked up and said:

"You smashed someone's TV, it's a relief they didn't ask you to pay for it."

"Television?" Cao Lu frowned in confusion, then regained his composure. "No, it's the illusion box. I just saw the Fusang Ghost King. We can't let him out, or else there will be devastation."

Gigi held her forehead, it seemed that he was really sick.

She took a deep breath of the somewhat cold air to clear her mind, then patiently asked, "Do you dislike TV? Or... do you dislike the images on TV?"

While questioning, she lightly pressed the play button and turned the screen to face the thatched cottage.

Suddenly, a picture appeared on the black screen and a sound was heard.

Cao Lu's whole body trembled, his hands tightly grasped the armrests of the chair, his back pressed against the backrest, as if the Sakura Country general on TV was about to jump out of the screen.

Jingzhi suddenly stood up from the sofa.

Gigi, an ordinary person, cannot see it, but she can.

At this moment, Cao Lu's magic power suddenly flowed at a very fast speed, even to the point of being released outwards.

As he watched more and more intently, his magical power gathered in the three burners, and white smoke began to emerge from the top of the thatched hut.

The next moment, he and his chair began to slowly rise into the air.

Gigi stood up. In all her years as a psychologist, she had never seen such an incredible scene.

Could it be that... he has special abilities?

"You, you hurry down! It's very dangerous up there!"

Jingzhi wanted to go over and pull him down, but she was afraid that he would say she was trying to get close to him and was not reserved.

So he took a step closer with a cold face and a stubborn look, and stood guard under his chair.

Nor did he save him.

As long as he is not dead or injured, she doesn't care whether he likes her or not.

Gigi saw him start to tremble and sweat, as if he was possessed, so she quickly picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

The enemy suddenly disappeared, and Caolu lost his strength and fell from the air.

It's over. I flew more than two meters high and fell down tied up like that. My tail vertebrae must have been broken.

Gigi covered her eyes in fear. Jingzhi stretched out her hands and firmly held the handles of the chair on both sides. Caolu only felt that the speed of descent suddenly slowed down, and then he was gently put back to the ground.

This scene reminded him of the time when she saved him when he first came to this world.

The guilt started to build again.

Caolu began to reflect on his attitude and words towards her today. Was he a little too much?

Just as he turned his head to thank her, he saw her retreat back to the sofa and sit down like a ghost. She didn't even look at him and lowered her head to do her homework.

The words of thanks got stuck in his throat, unable to come out, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He was the first one to avoid suspicion. If he suddenly came closer now, wouldn't it rekindle her hope?

The thatched cottage can only be treated cold.

Although it's a bit inappropriate, he is currently in a difficult situation and there is really no other way.

He turned back to face Gigi. "If you're not Yao Ji, then it must be Shi Shi. But when did you achieve such high levels of cultivation that you can effortlessly summon the Ghost King and send him flying?"

Gigi paused for a moment, then asked:

"Actually, I also want to know why you call me Yaoji one moment and Shishi the next? Can you tell me?"

"can."

There was a soft sound inside the house.

It was the sound of a tape recorder turning on.

Caolu didn't understand, and Jingzhi didn't intend to care.

She also wanted to hear what the connection was between this thatched cottage and Gigi.

"Your previous name was Shi Shi, and you were from Shijia Town, Yishui County."

"She was coveted and forced into marriage by the Fusang Ghost King of Ghost King Mountain. Both her parents died under his tyranny."

"You endured humiliation and married in order to save the people of the town. On your way, you failed to assassinate the Ghost King, and he took away your soul. In the end, you were transformed into a demon queen."

Gigi nodded seriously, seemingly responding to him, but actually she had already written down in the medical record:

Moderate to severe hallucinations, the specific details need to be clinically verified.

"Then what? What is your connection with this matter?" Jingzhi, who was listening intently, suddenly asked.

Seeing that she was willing to talk to him, Caolu, who had rarely been with women, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and nodded slightly to Jingzhi, "Since the benefactor has asked, there is nothing for Caolu to hide."

"I'm just asking casually." She pretended not to care, put the test paper on her lap, and said while writing and drawing: "You don't have to say anything you don't want to say."

Cao Lu shook his head slightly and replied seriously:

"There's nothing that can't be said."

"I was originally a wandering monk thirty miles outside Shijia Town. The people of Shijia Town took pity on Miss Shishi's family, so they came to me and asked me to help her."

"But when I got there, Miss Shishi had already been killed."

"When I was fighting the Ghost King, my incompetent eldest disciple accidentally opened the Heavenly Gate, which sucked me and my two disciples into the Heavenly Gate and landed us here."

Recalling this, Caolu frowned and turned to Gigi and continued:

"The Ghost King was also sucked into the Heavenly Gate. I suspect he is very likely to have fallen into this place as well. The situation is urgent. I hope you can let me out as soon as possible."

Gigi really wanted to applaud at this moment.

He made this story complete and exciting, and it moved people to tears. It's a pity that he didn't become a screenwriter.

Jingzhi held his chin and fell into deep thought.

Sure enough, when she traveled through time, she said that she kicked something with a shell. It turned out that thing was a ghost king wearing samurai armor.

If she had known this would happen, she would have kicked him a few more times.