In the end, Ding Hanbing couldn't cover his waist or legs, and could only watch the car drive away.
"I still don't understand whether your childhood friend is alive or dead." The agent shook his head behind him.
Ding Hanbing lied a little: "Didn't Mr. Jing tell the media? He's alive."
Agent: "Then why did you always say he was dead?"
Ding Hanbing lied again: "...His family doesn't want us to like him, right?"
The agent thought about it and said, "If you have a child like this at home, you must keep him under wraps and don't let those with bad intentions target him." That's you, the "we".
The agent was stunned for a moment. He really couldn't imagine how many people had liked this young master Jing in the first place, which would make his parents come up with such a mean trick.
Ding Hanbing turned around with a gloomy face.
yes.
Why did Jing Tinghua tell them that Jing Jiujiu was dead? And why did he take away all of Jing Jiujiu's belongings
…
The news that Jing Jiujiu regained her property with the help of Bai Yuhuai certainly did not escape the eyes of the Jing family.
Jing Tinghua sat in the office and knocked on the table: "Someone wanted to get Jiujiu and Yu Ran's property, so he deliberately concocted this... First, he destroyed the formation of the ancient castle and released the ghosts, and then deliberately let the program crew take pictures?"
"It's possible." His secretary bowed and replied, "Those who do Feng Shui, after all, are just doing it to make money, right? If just this one trick can bring you wealth that you can hardly spend in your lifetime, who wouldn't want to do it?"
Jing Tinghua: "Well, this is the most convincing possibility. He was able to set up a trap to kill Master Qiu, which shows that he is more capable than Master Qiu." Jing Tinghua stroked the antique walnut in his palm and said lightly: "But since it is for money, then there is a breakthrough. The Jing family can use the benefits to ask him to work for the Jing family."
The secretary was stunned for a moment and asked, "So let's go find this Feng Shui master who broke the situation now?"
Jing Tinghua opened his mouth and said, "No hurry, let's find the statue first. Then try to invite two more masters to take charge. Otherwise, even if we find the Feng Shui master, he might think that the Jing family is easy to control and just strangle us."
It is rare to find a few people in this line of work who are moral and righteous. Most of them are willing to abandon all sense of shame for money.
The secretary nodded and made note of it.
Jing Tinghua said no more. He glanced at the time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. He had to return to the Jing family safely before sunset. Otherwise... Otherwise, Jing Tinghua himself didn't know what might happen.
According to legend, at dusk, when the sun sets and the moon rises, it is the time when yin and yang meet, and it is the easiest time to encounter unclean things. Therefore, it is called the devil's hour.
That makes sense.
Jing Tinghua stood up and walked out of the president's office, and several bodyguards immediately accompanied him downstairs.
The floor of the first floor lobby is so shiny that you can even mirror your reflection. Every detail of the entire building reveals the Jing family’s wealth and grandeur.
When Jing Tinghua stepped on it, he didn't feel anything else.
But the young girl who came in from the revolving door walked very carefully.
In a blink of an eye, the girl came closer.
Jing Tinghua glanced at her, then suddenly reacted. But it was still too late -
The girl fell without warning, and the dozens of cups of hot coffee in her arms all flew towards Jing Tinghua.
"ah!"
"Mr. Jing!"
"Mr. Jing, are you okay? Do you want an ambulance?"
The staff in the hall immediately became panicked, and the receptionist hurried over grabbing tissues.
Jing Tinghua only felt his face getting hot and there was a strong dull pain.
He didn't know if he had blisters from the burn.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see Mr. Jing." The girl cried in fear.
Jing Tinghua looked at her gloomily: "Don't let newcomers in the company buy coffee for a group in the future. Don't you have hands?" Then he asked someone to find an ice pack, covered his mouth with it, and quickly took a taxi to the hospital.
Jing Tinghua knew that these were just minor incidents and that soon, a bigger disaster would occur.
But he had too many things to deal with, and he couldn't just stay at the Jing family and never go out. Besides, in the end, even if he stayed at home, it would be meaningless.
If it weren't for this, he would have been reluctant to exchange Jing Jiujiu for all this.
Jing Jiujiu may be the only best son in his life.
"Now, immediately, go find the statue! Find a few masters!" Jing Tinghua finally saw his own appearance in the hospital. His skin was red and white, and the wounds from the firecrackers were swollen after being washed by coffee.
It's so ugly that it looks like some kind of alien.
Jing Tinghua could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
…
After hearing the staff's description, the theater director immediately asked someone to find a Taoist priest.
This Taoist priest actually had his hair tied into a bun and was dressed in an immortal-like manner.
After he did this.
"Okay, I've captured the ghost. You guys will be fine here."
The director didn't suspect the man, so he asked his assistant to transfer $200,000 to him and sent him away.
As a result, the man named Ji Wen'an had not yet been discharged from the hospital, and within two days, Meng Hexin, who came here for exchanges and cooperation, was hit by the chandelier.
The director called Bai Yuhuai.
In fact, the director didn't know what to do. He just vaguely remembered that he heard someone say that the reason why Emperor Bai had such a good relationship with the big guys in Jing City and Hai City, and no one could easily offend him, was because Emperor Bai had introduced them to some master who was good at Feng Shui.
The director had no way of verifying whether this was true or not.
Remembering that the person who asked for the Taoist priest that day was Bai Yuhuai, the director decided to try his luck.
"Is it useless to invite people?" Bai Yuhuai asked.
"Yes, he even took away two hundred thousand."
"How did you invite people?"
"It was introduced by Film Queen Tao. She said that several female celebrities in the circle relied on him to adjust their Feng Shui and exorcise evil spirits."
"What's the person's name?"
"They call him Master Zhou."
Bai Yuhuai had never heard of this person.
However, considering that there are so many people in this industry who are not well-informed, Bai Yuhuai did not rush to draw a conclusion.
"You... you see, can you recommend someone reliable to try again? Something happened again today. There's really nothing we can do. The performance will be in two weeks. Don't turn it into a funeral party..." The director sighed heavily.
Bai Yuhuai raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of Jing Jiujiu.
Jing Jiujiu's excitement about being able to see himself in the mirror had almost passed. He liked a new toy, controlling the switch controller to swing Mario's hat, and to others, it was just the two controllers floating up and down.
"I can't pass this level!" said Jing Jiujiu.
"I'll give you a contact number. It's up to you whether you can invite me or not." Bai Yuhuai hung up the phone, pushed the business card over from WeChat, then closed his phone and walked to Jing Jiujiu.
Jing Jiujiu watched Bai Yuhuai take over the handle, calm and composed, with a steady posture, and operate it as fiercely as a tiger.
Let’s look at the record 0.5.
Mario falls down.
died.
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
The two of them looked at each other, and for a moment, they felt a little awkward.
Jing Jiujiu broke the silence first.
Everyone is sure to care about their reputation, so let’s change the topic.
Jing Jiujiu: "Who called you just now?"
"Theater director." Bai Yuhuai responded while breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.
Bai Yingdi entered the industry at a young age. In the ten years since he entered the industry, he has always been a leader in the industry. Almost everyone would give him a thumbs up and praise his excellence. But he showed such clumsiness when he was young... If Jing Jiujiu asked one more question, Bai Yingdi's icy face would crack.
Jing Jiujiu asked: "Has it not been resolved yet?"
"No."
"Who is it this time?"
"Meng Hexin said that the chandelier fell down for no reason, and the person next to him was quick to push the person away, but he was still scratched on the forehead by the wire next to the chandelier."
Jing Jiujiu thought of the handsome face she saw on TV when she was young.
At that time, Yu Ran also liked to watch martial arts TV series with him. Meng Hexin was not considered the best in the entertainment industry at that time. But he played the leader of the evil cult very well. Jing Jiujiu also felt so.
Jing Jiujiu stood up immediately and said, "Let's go and take a look. It would be best to ask Lin Zhi how powerful this ghost is. The Taoist priest couldn't even catch it."
Bai Yuhuai: "Not playing Mario anymore?"
Jing Jiujiu: "No more fighting."
Bai Yuhuai picked up the controller, then put it down again. Forget it, since I'm such a rookie, I can't even open my mouth to ask for help.
Bai Yuhuai stood up, suppressing the subtle unhappiness in his heart: "Let's go."
The two soon arrived at the theater.
The director had just contacted the person on the business card.
The one who came was a young man, who looked much worse than the one before him in terms of style. Look at his hair, which was dyed yellow.
Looking more closely, it looks a little familiar.
It seems like he is a contestant who recently debuted on a talent show.
director:
Before the director could ask a few tentative questions in a tactful way, the car door opened and Bai Yuhuai and Jing Jiujiu got out.
Jing Jiujiu greeted him, and then asked first: "Where is Mr. Meng Hexin?"
The director sighed, "He's in the hospital getting stitches."
Jing Jiujiu nodded, took out her cell phone and was about to send a WeChat message.
Bai Yuhuai asked: "What are you doing?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Greetings, Mr. Meng."
Bai Yuhuai glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and frowned secretly.
How can this be called a greeting? I typed such a long string of words...
The young man was surprised when he saw Bai Yuhuai: "So you are here in person, I will go back then."
The director was confused.
Bai Yuhuai: "Wait beside us."
The young man quickly responded, "Yes."
The director was still confused, but he still led the person in obediently.
Jing Jiujiu walked beside Bai Yuhuai and whispered in his ear: "Is this... the new Taoist priest invited by the director?"
Bai Yuhuai: “Yeah.”
"Will he know I'm a ghost?"
Bai Yuhuai: "No. If I say you are a human, then you are a human."
Jing Jiujiu nodded, but she couldn't feel at ease.
Ah Q's method of victory is still not very reliable.
The young man walked around the theater and said, "It's most likely an earthbound spirit. It can't leave the theater, but its power is the strongest in the theater. This kind of thing is troublesome, but not troublesome either. We just need to find out how it died and let it die again."
Bai Yuhuai didn't respond, but turned to look at the director: "Master Zhou, what did you do after you came here?"
The director gave a brief narration.
The young man couldn't help but burst out laughing after hearing this: "Isn't this just a liar?"
The director's expression froze: "..."
God damn! His two hundred thousand!
Bai Yuhuai's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "Bring the person back."
The director said with a bitter face: "If he finds out that something happened in the theater again, he will definitely know that he has been exposed, and I don't know where he will run to..."
Bai Yuhuai: "Didn't he burn a lot of talisman paper and sprinkle talisman water?"
The young man quickly said, "Oh, yes, maybe we can find him this way. I'll try it first."
After the young man finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged on the spot and took things out of the bag he was carrying.
The bag also had a cyberpunk-style pattern printed on it.
Cool and trendy.
Jing Jiujiu couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Bai Yuhuai frowned imperceptibly and looked at the young man: "Don't do so many tricks."
The young man smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes." Then he pushed the bag back with his butt.
But Jing Jiujiu immediately set her eyes on the chain hanging on his butt, under which hung a miniature figurine of Uzumaki Naruto.
This is also very interesting.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
Bai Yuhuai: "Are you ready?"
The young man was sweating profusely, muttering to himself, Mr. Bai's requirements are getting higher and higher, how can I be satisfied so quickly
It took almost half an hour for the young man to wipe the sweat off his head and stand up with a pale face: "Okay, southeast, near the water." The young man opened the map on his phone and showed it to the director: "It's probably this Huai'an Road."
Although the director thought it was outrageous, he still immediately sent bodyguards to arrest the man.
The young man's throat was almost smoking because he was too nervous.
He turned around and was about to ask the staff to be merciful and pour him a glass of water to save the child first, when a hand reached out from the side.
Jing Jiujiu stood behind Bai Yuhuai, with only a section of her snow-white wrist exposed: "Do you want it?"
The young man took it and drank it all in one breath: "Thank you, thank you!"
As he said this, he couldn't help but stretch his neck and take a closer look at the boy behind Bai Yuhuai. ... Isn't this the boy in the castle that has been trending recently? He also followed the show at that time. Damn, that oil painting is so beautiful!
The real person is more beautiful!
Standing next to Bai Yuhuai, the pressure was too great. He didn't even bother to take a closer look!
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
Bai Yuhuai frowned again.
Even the water given by the evil spirit was drunk carelessly. Everything he learned was lost in his dog's stomach!
"Who has worked here the longest? Let me ask around first and find out who this ghost is." The young man twisted his neck a little uncomfortably.
I always feel it's a bit cold there.
The director immediately took him to find someone.
Bai Yuhuai spoke up at this time: "Aren't you afraid of the Taoist priest? Why did you give him water?"
Jing Jiujiu: "He actually didn't realize I was a ghost, which shows his skills are not very high."
He is not afraid of a half-baked Taoist priest.
Bai Yuhuai: "…not too high."
Bai Yuhuai pursed his lips and swallowed back the words "I'm better than him".
The bodyguards sent by the director captured Master Zhou back in a short while.
Master Zhou was over fifty years old, and dressed like Lin Zhengying in a zombie movie, wearing a yellow robe with a Bagua pattern on it, which was torn to reveal half of his buttocks. He also wore a square hat with two ribbons hanging from it, but one of the ribbons had been pulled apart.
He doesn't look like an immortal at all.
"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. I really didn't catch the ghost in your theater. But I'm not a liar..." Master Zhou pushed the bodyguard but failed to push him away.
The young man just happened to come back, and when he saw him, he said with a smile: "You are not a liar, then I will pour all the magic water into your mouth in a while."
Master Zhou's face turned pale and blue, and he said dejectedly: "Okay, I'm a liar. You...you want to hand me over to the police station? Don't go. I'll return your money. I stayed in the police station for three months, and my two legs have become old cold legs..."
Bai Yuhuai: "Teach him how to kill the ghost in the theater."
The young man was shocked when he heard this.
Master Zhou was also stunned.
The young man opened his mouth, then closed it again. After a few seconds, he said, "Let him go first."
The bodyguard released Master Zhou in response.
"Let's go, let's go together." said the young man.
Jing Jiujiu smacked her lips and said, "This Taoist priest really listens to you."
Bai Yuhuai didn't even blink: "Yes, take the money to do the job, and sign a long-term contract with our family."
Jing Jiujiu: “Oh.”
"But just catching the ghost is useless." Jing Jiujiu said.
Bai Yuhuai: "Hmm?"
"You said chaos is a blank sheet of paper, so what kind of marks would an evil ghost leave on it?" Jing Jiujiu tilted her head to look at him.
The light from the theater shone down and fell into his eyes, as if the Milky Way had sunk into them.
Bai Yuhuai stared at his face unconsciously: "You are right." "So smart."
Bai Yuhuai said: "I will catch Chaos and give it to you."
Jing Jiujiu:
Is there any causal relationship between the two