100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 456 Slowly, Slowly

Jin Huan was stunned for a moment. He had said such absolute things before, so why was he back?

Qin Wan didn't think much of it.

After all, unless you've seen them dating in person, no one would connect the two of them and would just assume that the other party is just doing a routine investigation.

Song Guizhou noticed that she had a video call on. He remained silent for a moment, then walked to the door without saying a word, but his eyes clearly told her to hang up.

Qin Wan pursed his lips, but not wanting his girlfriend to be targeted or made things difficult, he could only comfort the girl and tell her to call him immediately if anything happened, before hanging up.

Jin Huan glanced at the screen that was gradually dimming, silently lowered her hand, and took a step back without making a sound.

The man took in her reaction, and his heart ached.

They used to be so close, how did things change so drastically overnight, and why are they so distant when they meet again?

His stiff fingers clenched into a fist as he struggled to control his emotions, which were on the verge of spiraling out of control.

She looked up at Song Guizhou, her voice gentle and calm, her attitude very polite: "What's wrong?"

"Something happened downstairs, don't go out today."

"Okay, then I'll take a rest."

Just as she was about to close the door, the man's palm pressed down on the doorknob.

Jin Huan didn't speak again, but just glanced at him silently.

After a brief stalemate, he ultimately succumbed to defeat.

Somewhat disheartened, I loosened my grip and watched helplessly as the door closed in front of me.

The light in the room was blocked by the door, and the light in his eyes seemed to dim as well.

I enjoyed spending my days leisurely in the hotel.

However, the people from the Superpower Bureau and the Alliance were not so happy.

In an underground air-raid shelter in Shanghai.

Juanjiu's body was left unattended in a completely sealed laboratory.

The transparent 360-degree glass window allows observation of the degree of decomposition of the corpse.

The body was severely damaged.

Several disciples followed Bai Mei, all of them looking very solemn.

Ordinary people wouldn't notice anything amiss.

However, those of them with cultivation could see that the corpse was constantly absorbing the resentment in the sky above the city.

If left unattended, this body could be possessed by other wandering ghosts, which would truly lead to a great disaster!

A cultivator with a lightning spiritual root volunteered to destroy the corpse and stop the infiltration of resentment.

But even after being struck by lightning as thick as an adult's arm for more than half an hour, the thing remained completely unchanged, still looking exactly as it had when it first fell to its death.

"Master, what should we do?"

"If all else fails, we'll have to ask that person for help."

Bai Mei stroked his beard, looking intimidating, truly resembling a Taoist who was detached from worldly affairs.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone knew who "that person" referred to.

Since the ghost incident, the cultivation circle in Hai City has suffered a severe blow. It was during that incident that they witnessed that person's terrifying strength. Although there are still some unpleasant grudges between the two sides, this ghost is indeed beyond their ability to deal with right now.

"Can that person make a move?"

Some people asked with concern.

After their brief encounter with Guiche last time, they all knew that this girl had a bad temper and was very difficult to please, and the two sides had a rather unpleasant falling out. Now that something has happened, would the other party be willing to help?

"Hmph, call that person out, lest you find it easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away." The woman who spoke had lost her husband and son last time.

Humans are always like this; they like to shift all the blame onto one person, as if that would make them feel more at ease.

Bai Mei looked up at the man, his eyes devoid of any personal emotion, and his tone was calm and measured: "If we don't invite Miss Shen over, then what brilliant idea does this fellow Daoist have?"