Wearing the white moonlight of the two dead

Director Zhou and the others in front had already opened the car door.

Ji Hui didn't speak, causing Jing Cen to panic.

Could it be that he guessed right, the spirit behind the back is really going?

This is no joke.

Jing Cen held back for a long time, just when he wanted to say something.

Ji Huihui looked back, and suddenly sneered: "Touch your pocket."

Jing Cen: ...

What do you mean?

He reached out his hand suspiciously, and the next moment, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"The interest rate talisman."

Ji Hui patted him on the shoulder and squinted to the side.

"As long as your good roommate doesn't expose it, I can go in with you."

"I haven't seen the Special Administration." His tone was full of curiosity, and there was a hint of joking, and he stopped after speaking.

Before Jing Cen could react, the coldness around him disappeared, and Ling Ling got out of the car with the people in front.

Xie Cong's eyes darkened when he saw the breath-holding talisman in Jing Cen's hand.

If he read this thing correctly, it was given to Jing Cen by that ghost.

But how could he have this thing?

Xuanmen will not let the talisman paper fall into the hands of evil things, and none of the Xuanmen disciples has the courage to sell the breath-holding talisman, so this talisman paper was drawn by this ghost himself?

These things are not something you can just buy a book and read. It contains many years of fine biography of the major families.

What puzzled Xie Cong was—how did he know?

From the beginning of the acquaintance, Xie Cong felt that this faceless ghost knew too much about Xuanmen's techniques, even better than him.

There are too many mysteries about him.

Xie Cong had doubts in his heart and frowned, really curious about where this ghost came from and what his identity was.

……

After the car stopped, everyone got out of the car one after another.

After seeing the figure from a distance, Ji Hui smiled, "Here comes the receptionist."

Xie Cong collected his attention, frowned, and followed the voice to look over.

Their Xuanmen has a close relationship with the Special Administration, and many disciples are even commissioners of the Special Administration.

Xie Cong is a disciple of this Xie family. Although his reputation is not obvious, his status is there. When the reception staff of the Special Administration came over, his attitude was very polite.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, I asked:

"Has anything happened to any of you?"

The reception staff took a look at the people outside the car.

Xie Cong's heart moved.

He could almost imagine the specter looking at him with arms crossed.

If you want to expose that ghost, now is actually the best time. After all, this is the territory of the Special Administration.

However, after hesitating for a while, he thought of the breath restraining talisman, and inexplicably endured it temporarily.

When the receptionist looked at him, he smiled nonchalantly: "No."

"The one who was previously possessed by a ghost has disappeared."

"I found nothing unusual about the rest."

He only said that he didn't find it, and didn't say much else.

At that time, there were thirteen people who reported, but now there are only twelve. This kind of situation is common for receptionists.

After nodding his head, he said, "Go in."

"Someone will come to arrange it later."

He glanced at the survivors this time, and was a little surprised when he saw Jiang Yuhan with an indifferent face, but he restrained his expression immediately.

Xie Cong also saw it and explained.

"He's always been like that."

Born emotionally deficient?

The receptionist was a little surprised when he thought of this, but he didn't show it.

If it was true that he was born with a lack of emotion, this handsome man was actually very suitable for their line of work.

Jiang Yuhan didn't know what the staff of the Special Administration Bureau thought.

His mind was on Ji Hui all the time, his eyes were set behind Jing Cen and then backed away.

After seeing everyone entering one after another, his eyes paused.

Only then did they walk into the hall together.

It's just that he stopped for a moment when he entered the hall.

There was silence at the door, nothing happened.

Jiang Yuhan lowered his eyes slightly when he thought of the changes in himself recently.

Sure enough, as he thought, this special bureau couldn't detect his weirdness.

The man with a stern expression slowly let go of his palms and looked forward.

After all... Didn't that ghost also notice it?

The weirdness in him is only known to him.

The trace at the heart was painful, Jiang Yuhan lowered his fingers, hiding the filth circulating in the meridians.

Ji Hui went in first, Jiang Yuhan, but he was not found either.

He was well prepared, but Jing Cen was very nervous.

Ji came back and looked at him, feeling worried for him.

He was playing with the breath-holding talisman in his hand, and seeing Jing Cen's frowning and ugly face coming over, he felt like laughing.

But because of the rare concern of the young master, he raised his eyebrows, and it was rare that he showed mercy and did not laugh at him.

Instead, he sat on the sofa with the program group and waited.

I probably won't be able to do the inspection today.

Although the problem has been reported, the overall situation of Fengzhao Garden has not been clarified yet. Ji Hui looked at the commissioner of the Special Administration Bureau today and only asked Xie Cong first. He knew that there was a high probability that he would arrange to live in it tonight.

Sure enough, after they waited for a while, someone came. The commissioner looked at the time and said with a smile:

"Today, I would trouble you to stay in the Administration Hotel first."

"Arrange for an inspection tomorrow."

Director Zhou and the others nodded hastily. They were exhausted after escaping from that damned garden all the way.It's good to have a night's rest, especially in such a safe place as the Authority.

Everyone in the program team agreed, and Jiang Yuhan didn't object.

The commissioner swiped their cards and took them to the hotel.

Ji Hui followed Jing Cen, looking at the surrounding environment while walking.

After going down to the first floor, the room card was distributed.

But this time, Jing Cen and Jiang Yuhan were not assigned to one floor, but two floors above and below.

Jing Cen is on the upper floor, and Jiang Yuhan is on the lower floor.

Knowing that he doesn't need to share the floor with the large dim sum, Ji Hui's brows relaxed a little, and he took the elevator up with a ghost, but he saw Jing Cen holding the room card along the way and didn't know what he was thinking.

Ji Hui glanced:

"What, it's a pity you can't live next door to Jiang Yuhan anymore?"

His voice was lazy.

Jing Cen came back to his senses suddenly, and when he heard the words of the spirit behind him, he first subconsciously looked around, and frowned when he saw no one:

"When did I feel sorry?"

He hardly thought of Jiang Yuhan during this time, he almost forgot if Ji Hui didn't mention it just now, the one who lived next door to him was Jiang Yuhan.

He just now...was just worried about the matter behind the spirit sneaking in with him.

The handsome and proud young master twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally couldn't help but ask in his heart:

"Hiss, are you really all right?"

Ji Hui glanced at him:

"I'm your bodyguard. I'll be fine if you have something to do."

It was agreed to protect Jing Cen for a month, and Ji Hui would never leave before the time came.

Although he didn't say anything, he just replied lazily.But Jing Cen strangely knew the meaning of the spirit behind it, and after being startled for a moment, he felt strangely comfortable again.

However, in the next moment, behind him, he took the initiative to break the atmosphere.

"Open the door."

"I'm going to sleep."

Jing Cen: ...

Some inexplicable atmosphere dissipated in my heart.

Jing Cen twitched the corners of his mouth: I've slept all day and all night, and I still want to sleep?

Although he couldn't help but want to complain, he opened the door honestly with his hand.

Because Jing Cen was alone in the eyes of the Special Administration Bureau, the room he was given this time was a one-person room.Jing Cen didn't pay attention to it at first, and only after entering did he discover the problem with the layout.

There is only one bedroom and one bed.

"You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the sofa."

He frowned and spoke suddenly.

Ji Hui glanced at the layout, with a nonchalant expression.

"Ah."

"Call me at seven o'clock in the evening."

After he finished speaking, he entered the room.

The coldness around him disappeared, and Jing Cen twitched the corners of his mouth while carrying the suitcase.

It was a bit strange after reacting.

Just now... why did he volunteer to sleep on the sofa?

He didn't know he was such a considerate person.

Jing Cen's handsome face was weird for a moment, watching the door close, he had no choice but to suppress his irritability and resigned to his fate to pack his suitcase.

They and Jiang Yuhan are not on the same floor, but they live next to each other.

Jiang Yuhan stood outside the door for a while and then went in. After looking at the room, his expression suddenly paused.

There is only one bedroom in his room, and the upstairs has the same layout as his.

There is only one room...how can Jing Cen and Ji Hui live?

Are they going to live together?

Jiang Yuhan frowned when he thought of this possibility, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He stayed in the room until night, and there was no movement upstairs.

Jiang Yuhan lowered his eyes, and at seven o'clock in the evening, he heard a voice outside the door, stood up, and opened the door.

After a day's sleep, Director Zhou and the others were also hungry, so they made an appointment to have dinner at this time.

People who are unfamiliar with the place of life, everyone made an appointment to prepare together, but Mr. Jiang suddenly opened the door.

The bustle in the corridor stopped slightly.

Director Zhou greeted the person who came out.

"Is Mr. Jiang together?"

After he finished speaking, he paused, and realized that Jiang Yuhan seldom had dinner with them, so he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

Just when he felt that he had asked the wrong question, the person who had been too lazy to speak suddenly said:

"Call Shang Jingcen when you go."

Jing Cen?

When did their relationship get so good?

Director Zhou was a little puzzled, but still nodded subconsciously.

"Okay, Mr. Jiang."

"I'll go up and call."

"En." Jiang Yuhan responded lightly.

After he finished speaking, he was dragged upstairs by the photographer on one side, and he still hadn't reacted.

Seeing the person go up, Jiang Yuhan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wait quietly.

……

Upstairs, Jing Cen was thinking whether to call Back Ling.

The alarm clock rang at seven o'clock on time, and he was standing at the door of the bedroom when there was a knock on the door outside.

"Who?"

Because it was in the Special Administration Bureau, Jing Cen was more vigilant than in Fengzhao Garden.

He walked over and asked a question.

Director Zhou didn't expect Jing Cen to be so vigilant, so he said strangely: "I".

Jing Cen didn't expect that it would be Director Zhou who came looking for him, so he couldn't help being a little surprised, but he opened the door anyway.Not knowing what Jing Cen was doing inside just now, Director Zhou didn't look inside.

"Sleeping all afternoon, let's have lunch together?"

Although Director Zhou wondered why Mr. Jiang asked him to come up and call Jing Cen, but now that he has come up, he coughed lightly.

"Need not……"

Thinking that the spirit behind him was in the house, Jing Cen was just about to refuse, when a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Go ahead."

Ji Hui actually woke up when the alarm clock rang, and he replied after hearing Director Zhou outside telling Jing Cen to go down for dinner.

He doesn't need anyone here.

"But you alone..."

Jing Cen hesitated.

Ji Hui noticed that Jing Cen was a little attached to him, so he couldn't help but look at him suspiciously.

"Will you stay to protect me or what?"

This person doesn't think that he is a waste after entering the special administration, does he?

Jing Cen was originally concerned about the spirit behind him, but suddenly he was choked, and his face darkened instantly.

Ji Hui raised his eyebrows.

He looked at Jing Cen and said coldly, "I'm going down."

He turned his head and responded to Director Zhou, changed his clothes and turned to leave.

The door snapped shut.

Ji Hui withdrew his eyes lightly, and his face returned to calm.

It's not that he deliberately looks good at Cen, but that his current appearance is really not suitable for meeting people.

Ji Hui lowered his head and took a look.

Most of the abilities accumulated in his body when he just slept have been absorbed, but Ji Hui has also entered the embarrassing period of turning into a ghost—out of control.

Gui Sha is more vicious than Li Gui. After Ji Hui woke up, he found that he could not control his abilities. The feeling of violence and irritability accumulated in the bottom of his heart, looking for opportunities to explode at any time.

Ji Hui stood up and looked outside.

The Special Administration Hotel is just opposite the office building, and you can see the opposite office building from the balcony.It's a pity that it's here, otherwise, he can relax by going out to kill a few evil spirits.

Forget it.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at his hand, which was sometimes transparent and sometimes appeared, with an inexplicable expression.

Under the wedding dress, the flower branch grown from the longevity flower spread again.

Ever since he met Jiang Yuhan, Ji Hui felt a thirst in his heart.

He tightened his hands, and his eyelashes were a little wet.

But suddenly smiled.

He has always been a rebellious person, the more he can't bear anything, the more he wants to bear it.

As long as it's not the last moment, he's happy to challenge instinct.

The beautiful Adam's apple of the young man in the red wedding dress rolled, Ji Hui sneered, and his nails dug into the palm of his hand.

He exerted some force, and before he knew it, blood flowed out and dripped down the palm of his hand onto the floor.

After the most tormenting thirst subsided, Ji Hui still restrained himself firmly.

Even if anyone had seen his face, he would not have noticed that he was being patient.

With a careless smile on his face, he leaned against the wall, completely ignoring the blood dripping from his palm.

I don't know how long it took, but after opening his eyes for a while, he turned his head to look at the Special Administration Bureau.

Maybe—is there something in the Special Administration to keep ghosts from getting out of control?

It's all here, it's a pity not to go and have a look at night.

Thinking of this, Ji Hui suddenly had a smile in his eyes.

Xie Cong, who was talking about the Fengzhao Garden incident at the Special Administration Bureau, suddenly frowned.

"Xie Tianshi?" The commissioner in charge of recording was a little puzzled.

Xie Cong turned to look at the night outside and shook his head.

"It's nothing."

"continue."

He turned around and smiled casually, but for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy.

And the source of this uneasiness pointed directly at the ghost.

It won't happen if you let that ghost sneak in, right?

He always felt that the other party would not be so peaceful.

However, there are special settings in the Special Administration Building. He can enter the door with the breath-holding talisman, but not inside the building.

A bunch of situations quickly flashed through my mind, and finally Xie Cong made a rational analysis.

If this person didn't want to be caught, he shouldn't be so crazy, he comforted himself in his heart.

Just after Xie Kuang relaxed his brows, Ji Hui had already left the door.

Of course, the breath-holding talisman is not enough to support him to walk freely in the special administration building, but Ji Hui still has an identity.

- Sha.

He was no longer an ordinary ghost, and these things aimed at ghosts had very limited effects on him.

After tidying up the wedding dress, Ji Hui turned and closed the door.

Because of the anxiety in his blood, he wasn't planning to come back tonight.

Losing control is a failure in Ji Hui's view.

And...it would be bad if Jing Cen was injured by mistake, after all, he hadn't bought the incense, so what if he hurt his employer.

He was amused by his own thoughts, and focused on looking ahead.

The lights in the hotel were flickering, and everyone was eating downstairs at the moment. After Ji Hui got up and went out, he brushed past the commissioner of the Special Administration Bureau without being noticed.

He turned his head and slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and entered the building when the lights came on.

The building of the Special Administration Bureau and the hall for receiving them are completely different. Although half of them are celestial masters, the equipment is full of technology.

There are even many that Ji Hui has never seen.

At this time, the overtime commissioners were still in the office, and the whole building was brightly lit.

After looking at the first floor, he slowly entered the elevator.

The red button was pressed lightly, and he arrived at the research room.

Graduate students on the third floor are much stricter than those on the first floor, and they need permission to enter.

Ji Hui got out of the elevator with a commissioner of the management bureau. When he came out, he looked back. He was not photographed in the elevator, only the commissioner.

The commissioner didn't expect that there would be a bold and bold person entering the special administration.

Still following him.

He was there to hand over the materials.

Still holding the latest urgent document in his hand, he entered the research room while making a phone call.

Ji Hui followed him in lightly, and saw him put the documents on the shelf.

After he glanced at it, he looked away, not interested in those so-called secrets, but turned his head to look at the bottles and cans in the research room with some curiosity.

Gee.

These were all researched by the Special Administration Bureau and Xuanmen based on ghosts, but I don't know if they can relieve his symptoms.

Ji Hui walked over to the cabinet and looked up, studying bottle by bottle.

When he saw the second row, his gaze stayed on the bottle with the name of the inhibitor written on it.

Inhibitors.

Can this thing curb the ghost's appetite?

Ji thought about the dryness and heat in his blood, but he couldn't tell whether he had appetite or not. At this moment, he frowned and looked at the inhibitor with some hesitation.

After finishing the work, the commissioner who called was about to go out again.

Ji Hui glanced, and did not follow this time after he wrote down the password.

He is very interested in this place, and it's okay to stay a little longer.

Just like when he came, the door was gently closed, Ji Hui put the inhibitor aside, and studied in the bottles and jars for a while.

Suddenly thought of something.

……

Xie Cong finally finished his statement and prepared to go back to the hotel.

As a result, just as he was walking on the road, his phone vibrated and he received a text message.

Who will send him a message at this time?

He lowered his head suspiciously, only to see a picture of an item exhibition.

This picture was obviously taken in the research room, and the equipment and signs are exactly the same.

One of the vials was placed in the middle, circled with a graffiti pen, and a message was attached below it "This suppressant is only for appetite.?"

Xie Cong: ...

The mobile phone number was empty, and he was stunned for a long time before realizing that it was sent to him by the ghost.

The inhibitors in the picture are dazzling and make people's eyelids twitch.

Xie Cong immediately figured out what was going on.

The ghost ran to the research room.

Although he was also daring, he never thought that he would still underestimate this ghost.

Is he not afraid?

How dare you send a message to him to confirm if this is an inhibitor?

It was the first time Xie Cong was so speechless, with a complicated expression on his face, and he seemed very dissatisfied when he saw another reminder from the other side.

"do not know?"

Xie Cong was worried that this ghost would cause some trouble by randomly moving things in the laboratory, so he took a deep breath, and still gritted his teeth and replied: "This is only for appetite."

This inhibitor was developed by the Special Administration Bureau and Taoism at that time for a Taoist senior who was framed and turned into a ghost after death.

Li Gui was born with a bloodthirsty desire. In order to keep this senior from losing his mind, they developed this inhibitor, but it didn't work in the end.

Xie Cong actually didn't know anything about it, but after he replied, he felt a little disappointed on the other side.

"Not very functional."

Ji Hui commented.

Xie Cong: ...

He still couldn't help asking.

"Aren't you afraid?"

He frowned and looked at the brightly lit building opposite.

Ji Hui glanced at the screen and smiled.

"Don't worry, I can't sleep at night and just come out for a walk."

He didn't care, Xie Cong paused, but still couldn't resist turning back to the administration building.

He was really in a daze for not exposing this ghost.

Xie Cong, who has always been wanton, twitched his forehead, thinking he was going to clean up the mess.

After Ji Hui asked, he lost interest in that inhibitor.It can only suppress appetite, which is no different from his tasteless taste.

In fact, Ji Hui couldn't tell what his appetite for Jiang Yuhan was. The aroma that attracted him from the bottom of his heart made his blood boil a little, and there was a tendency to aggravate it. After drinking it once After that, it's like being addicted to it.

Ji Hui. Licked. Licked. Teeth, ignoring the vibrating phone.

At a time like this, he didn't need to think about it to know that Xie Cong was looking for him.

Putting down the phone, Ji Hui continued to look at the strange things inside.

It wasn't until dawn that he knew it was time to leave under the reminder of time.

Xie Cong didn't go back all night, and came to the Special Administration Building to look for the ghost, but he couldn't find the other's whereabouts at all.

He couldn't see him in the first place, but now that the other party doesn't take the initiative to contact him, Xie Cong is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Sitting in the elevator, he frowned and hung up the phone a little annoyed.However, Xie Cong had to control his expression when meeting people.

He didn't say at the beginning that the ghost had violated the regulations. If he was discovered at this time...

Gee.

He bit his teeth and looked up at the numbers in the elevator.

……

Ji Hui didn't care about Xie Cong's restlessness at all, he basically understood their research after wandering around the Special Administration Building all night.

The content is very good.

In such a short period of time, the research of Xuanmen these years has been excellent.

However - it is still not enough to fight against the invasion of the abyss.

These studies are too gentle, thinking of the cruelty in the abyss, Ji Hui slightly shook his head.

The sky has begun to brighten, and the sun is slowly rising from the horizon.

Ji Hui walked out of the Special Administration Building and returned to the hotel.

Jing Cen was still resting when he came back.

Jing Cen didn't realize that the back spirit was not in the room at all last night.After all, Ling Ling ignored him for a long time, and the other party slept a lot recently.

A night of silence did not arouse his suspicion at all.

He fell asleep when he came back and didn't notice that the lights downstairs were always on.

Ji Hui did see it.

Jiang Yuhan handled business all night?

He raised his eyebrows.

I didn't expect this person to stay up all night like him.

Ji Hui listened in the corridor.

Jiang Yuhan has been standing in the corridor after dealing with the things accumulated by the company.

After seeing that the lights upstairs were dimmed, his fingertips were suddenly burned by a cigarette butt.

The pain brought him back to his senses, and he looked at his palm.

The palm that had no wound yesterday had an extra scratch today, deeply imprinted on the palm.

Jiang Yuhan recalled that at night, he suddenly noticed that his palm was bleeding, and his eyes became darker.

The words "Ghost Boy Sacrifice" were imprinted in my heart.

At this moment, an astonishing guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

——He might be Ji Hui's sacrificial offering.

Jiang Yuhan suddenly closed his eyes.