The young male ghost finally escaped.
Because Jing Jiujiu was waiting for a while, she couldn't help but bend down and whispered to Bai Yuhuai: "Let's go quickly."
Bai Yuhuai had no choice but to carry him out first.
None of the ghosts dared to chase after him, they just surrounded Jing Hao even more tightly.
Bai Yuhuai went out.
Ji Meng also arrived with doctors and nurses.
Ji Meng said awkwardly: "I heard someone shouting 'ghost' inside, so I..."
The doctor and the nurse had already pushed the door open by now, and they would surely be able to wake Jing Hao up in time before he could face a new round of intimidation.
Bai Yuhuai said calmly: "Well, he might have some problems with his brain."
Ji Meng rarely heard Bai Yuhuai's straightforward evaluation of a person. Bai Yuhuai said this, so how sick must Jing Hao be? Ji Meng was even more embarrassed for a moment, and suddenly he wanted to cut off his relationship with Jing Hao.
Bai Yuhuai left after he finished speaking.
Ji Meng took a deep breath and simply turned and left.
After leaving the hospital, Jing Jiujiu got off Bai Yuhuai's neck, and Bai Yuhuai immediately opened the umbrella.
Jing Jiujiu tilted her head and hid under the umbrella, breathing a sigh of relief: "I've been there for a long time, and I don't know why I feel so hungry. I shouldn't feel anything. But I just feel so hungry, so hungry that it feels like a mouth that can swallow them all into my stomach."
This is the instinct of a powerful evil spirit.
Devour other ghosts to strengthen yourself.
Jing Jiujiu is much stronger than those ghosts. With a thought, she might even suck those ghosts directly into her mouth.
Bai Yuhuai asked: "Do you think they are delicious?"
Jing Jiujiu's mind flashed back to the bloody, severed head and waist image, and she shook her head repeatedly: "It's not delicious." "I want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, almond Buddha's hand, spicy crab..."
Bai Yuhuai was silent for a while. After both of them got in the car, he said, "You will get it."
After getting in the car, Bai Yuhuai asked him, "Do you want to see Jing Tinghua?"
Jing Jiujiu was very calm: "It's useless to meet him. He is not as timid and stupid as Jing Hao. He won't be afraid of ghosts. If the fish tank has something to do with him, he should have prepared a Taoist priest to wait for me long ago."
Bai Yuhuai responded indifferently.
In fact, ordinary heavenly masters can’t do anything to Jing Jiujiu, so how can the ghost that came out of the evil formation be ordinary
But the Jing family could set up such a formation, there must be someone behind the scenes directing them. No matter if those people were hired by the Jing family or were just coveting the Jing family's interests, no one who participated in this matter could escape.
"He set up the fish tank just to bring him endless luck... He is not afraid of ghosts, but he must be afraid of his bad luck." Jing Jiujiu murmured.
"Yes." Bai Yuhuai's gaze fell on Jing Jiujiu's face.
The young man is innocent but not stupid, knows etiquette and understands human nature but is not worldly, and seeks revenge but does not indulge in it, nor does he become angry at the world and customs and bring harm to others.
He is the most perfect kind of person in the world.
He is the kind of person who makes people want to give him everything in an instant, and let him sit on the throne without having to bend down.
Jing Jiujiu suddenly turned around and asked, "Have you bought my cell phone?" Then, he called out in a flattering tone that he had learned from somewhere, "Brother Bai." "Brother Bai?"
Bai Yuhuai's heart trembled, but he didn't show it on his face: "I've bought it."
Jing Jiujiu was overjoyed again: "That's great, Meng Hexin gave me his WeChat ID, and I don't even have a phone to add him!"
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
It is not good for children to play with mobile phones too much.
The same goes for the little devil.
However, half an hour later, Jing Jiujiu successfully got the phone.
When you become a ghost, it is a little troublesome to use your phone. But after your soul solidifies, it becomes much more convenient.
For this reason, Jing Jiujiu concentrated for two more hours today.
Bai Yuhuai went from the study to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then out of the bathroom, turning around without leaving any trace.
He couldn't help but walked over to Jing Jiujiu and asked casually, "Have you had enough fun?"
Jing Jiujiu: "That's enough."
Bai Yuhuai lowered his head and glanced: "You only chatted with Meng Hexin for two hours?!"
Jing Jiujiu: “No.”
Bai Yuhuai's expression softened a bit: "Yeah."
Jing Jiujiu: "Not just Meng Hexin."
Bai Yuhuai:
Bai Yuhuai: "Who else?"
"That day, the actress Tao, Director Xiang, Yin Jian..."
Wow, at a script reading session, half of the people were chatting with him!
Bai Yuhuai: “…” “When did they contact you?”
Did the boy secretly play with others behind his back
"Oh, just now, Meng Hexin pushed my business card to them." Jing Jiujiu put away her phone, "We're done talking."
Without waiting for Bai Yuhuai to speak again, Jing Jiujiu said, "They asked me to go see their new play. Can I go?"
Bai Yuhuai: "I don't know."
Jing Jiujiu glanced at his face and said, "Brother Bai, Brother Bai, can I go?"
Bai Yuhuai: "... It depends on the schedule. I'll ask my agent to check the time."
Jing Jiujiu turned around and went to sleep happily.
Jing Hao couldn't fall asleep.
He didn't expect that once he was admitted to the hospital, he would not be able to leave.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see ghosts who had died tragically. Those ghosts lay on him, leaned against his bed, and hung on his ceiling... They were obviously different ghosts, but they all seemed to be countless incarnations of Jing Jiujiu.
"Give me back my life..." Their eerie voices penetrated his eardrums.
Jing Hao was so frightened that he was shaking uncontrollably.
He didn't know that the three fires in his body were getting weaker and weaker, which led to more and more ghosts targeting him.
He rang the nurse's bell and called the phone, but it was no use.
The doctors and nurses couldn't see anything.
Those ghosts would even deliberately stand behind the nurse at such times, bend down, and drop their heads into Jing Hao's arms, scaring Jing Hao to scream.
After just one day and one night of torture, the dark circles under Jing Hao's eyes became even darker.
The doctor and the nurse walked out, their sighs still drilling into Jing Hao's ears.
"Is Mr. Jing under too much mental pressure? Is he suffering from a mental illness? How about giving Mr. Jing a call?"
I'm not sick!
Jing Hao struggled to get up, fearing that Jing Tinghua would come and deprive him of all his rights.
He called his assistant and invited two or three young stars to accompany him. They were young and full of energy.
Then I didn’t dare to stay any longer and quickly went through the discharge procedures.
A group of ghosts crowded at the hospital gate, looking at Jing Hao's back: "Hahahaha!"
"He's so stupid!"
"Isn't that line 'Give me back my life' from a horror movie? What is he afraid of?"
"He must have done something bad and felt guilty."
"Then I'll scare him next time..."
Jing Hao walked in front, and his ears were filled with the sound of ghosts laughing: "Hurry! Hurry up!"
The three little stars looked at each other, and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, is Mr. Jing mentally ill
Jing Hao didn't dare to go home alone, so he simply booked a hotel suite. Just like an emperor choosing a concubine, he had to ask a little celebrity to accompany him every day, while he himself stayed at home.
After listening to his subordinates' report, Jing Tinghua cursed, "Useless things!"
There is no news from Master Qiu for the time being.
But no news is good news.
If something goes wrong, he will call me in a hurry.
"Is the car ready?" Jing Tinghua asked.
"alright."
"Then let's go."
There is a very important Chamber of Commerce event today. In addition to business people, people from government departments are also attending.
Jing Tinghua has always played an important role in such activities.
But before Jing Tinghua arrived, the reporters were already excited.
"Is that Bai Yuhuai's car? Damn, why is Bai Yuhuai here?"
"Although there are celebrities doing business in the circle, few of them are qualified to participate in this chamber of commerce, right?"
"Big news! No one knew before, what kind of company Bai Yuhuai opened..."
Bai Yuhuai did not get out of the car. He and Jing Jiujiu sat in the car and played mobile games with the boy.
Neither of them had ever played anything like this before, so they started off with some hesitation.
The agent sat in the front, listening to "You are dead" from the back, his face full of numbness... He is finding it increasingly difficult to understand Brother Bai recently.
You came all the way to the Chamber of Commerce but didn't get off the bus
The reporter waited for a while, but didn't see Bai Yuhuai, so he had to give up.
They didn't rush forward until Jing Tinghua's car arrived at the scene.
The young master of the Jing family who has never been seen in public has become a hot topic recently!
"Mr. Jing!"
"Mr. Jing, can you tell us about Jing Jiujiu? Is he really your son? Why haven't I heard of him before?"
Jing Tinghua smiled slightly: "Yes, it is indeed my son. You have all seen his photos? He is very handsome, right?"
The reporter nodded unconsciously, and only after nodding did he realize that the dominant power of speech was in Jing Tinghua's hands.
"That's why his family is reluctant to release his photos easily. This time it was just a coincidence."
"Is he still alive?" the reporter asked anxiously, as if he wanted to poke the microphone in his hand into Jing Tinghua's face.
Jing Tinghua clenched his fingers and smiled: "Of course... alive. I hope everyone will stop talking about this topic. It is disrespectful to him and his family to speculate on the life or death of others without reason."
In the car, Jing Jiujiu quickly pressed the back seat flap and said, "Wait."
The agent was almost out of curiosity.
Since the boy appeared, the back seat baffle is lowered nine times out of ten.
What are they doing
kiss
The agent thought about Bai Yuhuai and the boy, and couldn't imagine that the two of them wanted to kiss at any time and anywhere...
Behind the baffle that the agent couldn't see, Jing Jiujiu let go, turned around and leaned against the window to look out.
His cell phone was floating in the car, and the buttons were moving on their own.
It actually becomes easier to fight the enemy.
"Congratulations, you won!"
When the sound came from the carriage, outside the carriage, Jing Tinghua, who had just put away his smile and stepped onto the red carpet, suddenly fell heavily.
No one around him expected it, and they took a few seconds to react and rushed over to help: "Is Mr. Jing okay?"
"What's going on? Staff, please check it out!"
Jing Tinghua had never lost face like this before. He stood up and his face was gloomy for a moment.
"It's okay." He pushed away the people around him.
Everyone looked at him, feeling somewhat awkward.
Jing Tinghua's forehead turned blue.
I don’t know how hard I fell!
After the simple process, it was soon time to cut the ribbon. Jing Tinghua picked up the scissors and started setting off firecrackers. This was all applied for in advance.
The fuse was buzzing, but there was no movement for a long time.
"What's going on? Go get a new one." The person next to him had a dark face.
Before the staff could get new ones, the firecrackers suddenly exploded all at once.
When the smoke clears—
"Mr. Jing, your face..."
Jing Tinghua frowned: "What?"
He raised his hand to support his cheek, and then he felt the burning pain. It turned out that several firecrackers flew out and hit his face.
Jing Tinghua couldn't lose his temper, so he could only suppress it.
But today it seemed like everything was against him.
The staff poured boiling water but said it was warm water, which scalded Jing Tinghua and caused a small blister.
The next moment, there was a loud "bang".
A signboard above his head fell from the fifth floor, brushed against Jing Tinghua's scalp, and shattered into pieces on the ground.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise.
Reporters also took photos one after another.
Looking at Jing Tinghua again, his face couldn't be any darker.
He turned to look at an old man and asked, "Is there a ghost here?"
The old man was specially invited by the organizer to look after the scene. He shook his head and said, "There are traces of Yin energy, but no ghosts."
Jing Tinghua lowered his eyes and said nothing.
He didn't know the old man's level, forget it, just ask Master Qiu to take a look at it another day. It might also be that the building itself is a little dirty.
At this time, the organizer said to Jing Tinghua guiltily: "I don't know what happened today, my luck is so bad..."
Jing Tinghua's originally calm face changed subtly when he heard these words.
bad luck…
For Jing Tinghua, these four words are truly engraved in his bones.
Jing Tinghua suddenly became anxious and asked to leave immediately. Others did not find it strange. After all, business people pay the most attention to Feng Shui and luck. Today was quite unlucky.
The organizer hurriedly arranged a car to take him away.
When Jing Tinghua saw the car, he shrank back: "No need. I'll take my own car."
Jing Tinghua returned to the car and started calling Master Qiu.
But no one answered.
Bai Yuhuai moved his fingertips, put down his phone, and asked, "Are we still following?"
“No need.” Jing Jiujiu paused and said, “When a person’s luck gets bad, it must start from small things and then gradually get worse.”
"I'm going to sleep." Jing Jiujiu said and closed her eyes.
Bai Yuhuai twisted his heart slightly and said, "Okay."
In Sleeping Beauty Castle, Master Qiu spoke to the void for a long time.
The little robot sighed: "This person seems to be crazy."
After Master Qiu finished speaking, he went downstairs with a smile on his face, and then called Jing Tinghua back: "Don't worry. Nothing happened..."
Jing Tinghua interrupted him anxiously: "My luck is starting to get bad again. Someone has been to the castle, not just the main building, you have to check it carefully..."
The more Jing Tinghua spoke, the more gloomy his face became. "You know the consequences. If my luck doesn't hold up, I'll soon encounter a bigger disaster. Either a car accident, or a pedestrian on the side of the road suddenly pulls out a knife to kill me, or there's a sudden fire... You have to hurry! As soon as possible!"
Master Qiu's originally smug expression suddenly changed.
"What?"
He thought carefully about what he had seen since entering the castle: "I was fooled!" "Your son must have someone helping him!"
Master Qiu walked back in a hurry.
The little robot lay at the door and listened for a long time.
…Why don’t I choose this person to take me to find my host? I have lost my host for so many days. I am really the best in the system!