Murong Xiu frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Speak the business."
Sang Tong made a gesture of surrender with both hands, and said seriously: "Zhang Jiajia, you know that?"
"have no idea."
Sang Tong hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Oh, that's right..."
"Zhang Jiajia is a native of Shanyang City, a well-known flower grower, entrepreneur and philanthropist, with real estate all over the country. The Jiajia Relief Fund under her name benefits both medical care and education; not only that, she also signed a naked donation will, A few days ago, Mr. Zhang contacted me through some channels; he said it was a customer report that he could always hear the sound of high-heeled shoes in the bathroom on the sixth floor corner of the Jiajia Shopping Center in the city center, and then the security guards also heard it when they patrolled in the middle of the night. When we arrived, the public opinion became more and more fierce. Yesterday I took the time to look at it, and it was also a disaster. I didn’t take the elevator and had to take the stairs; when I got to the third floor, I stepped on the air and fell down. "
Murong was floating in the air, looking at Sang Tong in the wheelchair with his arms folded, his eyes were bottomless.
"You did the spiritualism?"
Sang Tong was amazed at the jump of Murong's thinking, but still nodded.
"In that case, I will return your favor."
"There is no need for favors. You left a life-saving talisman for my Yaomei. We are inseparable. If we talk about favors, I really have something here. You may need it."
Murong raised his eyebrows and nodded, Sang Tong smiled, and rolled his wheelchair to a lockbox, and took out a glass bottle half filled with water: "Huang Yanan, do you know him?"
"have you seen!?"
"It's in this bottle, you help me deal with the Jiajia shopping mall, I'll leave Huang Yanan to you, how about it?"
"good."
"Your soul is really unstable, you should return to your body to recuperate. I have a friend who is a disciple of a great master of Tantric Buddhism. She is on her way here. Maybe she can help you heal your soul body."
But Mu Rong rejected Sang Tong's proposal, returned to his physical body, opened his eyes, and tore off the yellow talisman on his forehead.
I held it in my hand and thought for a long time, then handed the yellow talisman out: "This thing is not extraordinary. Since you are a cultivator and you drew the talisman, I will return it to you. I hope you use it carefully."
"You are young, and your tone of voice is more vicissitudes than my master..." Sang Tong took the talisman paper, put it away as a treasure, and asked again: "When shall we go?"
"Tonight, then, but I'm going to get my stuff first."
"good."
Sang Yu came back from buying vegetables, but Murong didn't have any appetite, so he could only make money off Ah Miao.
Ah Miao occupied Murong's body, gorging herself to the point of darkness, Sang Yu asked worriedly, "Is it really okay if you don't eat?"
"My physical body only needs to maintain normal operation. It is the same for anyone who eats. You eat first, and I will go out for a while."
When Sang Yu heard this, she put down her chopsticks and ran all the way to block Murong: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get my stuff."
Sang Yu said eagerly: "How can you get there dressed like this? Let Ah Miao get it for you!"
Murong looked down at herself, what she was wearing could not be called "clothes" anymore, at best it was a pile of rags, and the spring light on her chest was faintly visible.
Sang Tong "sized up" Mu Rong, and jokingly said, "Just let her cut it, anyway, people on the road can't look down on her~"
Sang Yu gave Sang Tong an angry look, and opened her arms, like an old hen protecting chicken cubs: "No, you can only go when you put on clothes!"
Murong nodded: "Amiao, come out first."
Murong fumbled back to his room, and after a while, took out a piece of yellow paper.
Under the curious gaze of the three, Mu Rong, who couldn't see, skillfully folded the yellow paper into a suit of clothes.
"Sang Yu, could you please burn it for me?"
"good!"
After the clothes were burned, Murong's soul left her body again, and she was wearing a set of well-cut one-piece denim clothes, which set off her figure more and more slender.
Ah Meow floated around Murong, her eyes gleaming: "Wow, isn't this a horse card? Lord Murong, I want it too. When will you give me a set?"
Sang Tong was speechless in astonishment, and looked at Mu Rong with piercing eyes: such a powerful mind!
Sacrifice items also require thought power. Some people use the best materials, but the things they burn out are tattered, while those with great power of thought use ordinary materials, but the things they burn out are the best.
Mu Rong obviously belongs to the latter.
"I went."
"Wait, let me go together, your soul is really unstable now, you can't be too far away from your body."
"All right."
"Sister Tongtong, I'm pushing you..."
So, the four of them went out together.
There was a password box on Sang Tong's lap, Sang Yu pushed the wheelchair, Ah Miao was attached to Mu Rong's body, and Mu Rong was floating in front.
When he came to the door of the bank, Murong said, "You guys wait here for me."
A quarter of an hour later, Mu Rong came out.
Wearing a black robe on his body, his loose black hair was tied into a high ponytail again, his pale complexion, coupled with his indifferent expression, exuded a coldness like a person thousands of miles away.
Sang Yu stared blankly at Mu Rong: Is it her illusion? After Mu Rong came back this time, his temperament seemed to be colder than before.
Mu Rong came to Sang Tong and said, "Let's go."
"Um."
Sang Tong turned around, saw Sang Yu's pitiful appearance, and changed his words: "Yu Wa'er pushes sister to go together, okay?"
Sang Yu's eyes regained their splendor, she smiled sweetly, and turned her soliciting gaze to Mu Rong again.
Sang Tong couldn't see her sister like this the most, so she said for her: "I have bad legs and feet, and I need someone to push me. Your soul is unstable and you can't be too far away from your body. Anyway, this matter is not a secret. or..."
"Then let's go together."
The four of them came to the Jiajia shopping mall with interior decoration in the city center.
The gate was opened, and Manager Sun from the shopping mall rushed over specially, with bodyguards and on-duty security guards, lined up in front of the gate to welcome Sang Tong.
"Miss Sang, you are here, who are these two?"
"My assistant, you don't need too many people, just bring two people up with us."
"OK."
Sang Tong tapped two drops of cow's tears, and when the elevator door opened, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere in the empty lobby on the sixth floor.
Sang Tong turned his head and asked Mu Rong beside him, "What did you see?"
"not yet."
Seeing Sang Tong speaking into the blank space, Manager Sun shuddered and shrank back to the bodyguard.
"Manager Sun, lead the way."
"Xiao Wu, you... lead the way."
According to Sang Tong's request, the mall is not specially lit.
There was only light from the flashlight in the security guard's hand and the green warning light on the safe passage by the wall.
The security guard walked ahead tremblingly, turning his head every three steps. From his stiff limbs, it was not difficult to see his resistance and fear.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Sang Yu looked at Murong who seemed to be one with the darkness, and involuntarily leaned in Mu Rong's direction.
"Here, there, it's in the women's bathroom at the front of the corridor."
Except for Sang Yu and the others, everyone's feet stopped.
"Just wait here, my assistant and I will go there."
Manager Sun seemed to be pardoned, and Sang Yu pushed Sang Tong towards the end of the corridor.
With the movement of footsteps, there was a faint rhythmic "click" sound from the women's bathroom.
It does sound a lot like the sound of high heels.
The four of them stopped in front of the door, Murong flipped his wrist, and the Soul Beating Stick suddenly appeared in his hand.
Sang Tong also opened the password box, first took out a yellow talisman and pasted it on Sang Yu's body, and then held the five emperors copper coin sword in his hand.
"Meow, open the door."
A "squeak" sounded from the door, which was heard far away in the empty corridor.
"Click"
"Click"
The sound of the high heels became clearer, and Ah Miao turned on the light in the bathroom, but it was empty.
"Did you see anything?" Sang Tong asked.
Ah Miao and Sang Yu shook their heads together, but Murong snorted coldly: "Stand back."
As soon as the words fell, Murong waved the soul-beating stick in his hand, which looked like a feather duster, and slashed down in the air.
With a sound of "buzz", the place swept by the soul-killing stick, the air fluctuated in a visible way, and a swaying transparent wall suddenly appeared in the bathroom.
"ah!!!"
Seeing the situation inside, Ah Miao let out an exclamation, and habitually jumped on Mu Rong's body, but her body passed through Mu Rong's soul, and she fell to the ground, grinning her teeth.
The four people standing not far away shivered at the same time, and after a while, they asked: "Miss Sang, do you need... help?"
Sang Tong didn't care whether they could see it or not, and made a silent gesture.
"Click"
"Ayu, are you here?"
"Hey, you're not here."
"Click"
"Ayu, are you here?"
"Hey, where have you been hiding?"
"Click"
…
In the bathroom, a woman suddenly appeared!
The big head was facing down, the body was pierced by a steel bar from the head, and a large section protruded from between the legs, and the steel bar was covered with dark red adhesives.
At this time, the female ghost was walking with a few centimeters of steel bars protruding from the top of her head, jumping and jumping.
Every time you jump, the steel bar will make a crisp "click" sound on the ground, which is the so-called "high heel" sound.
The female ghost was bleeding from seven holes, and she was wearing a bright red dress. Due to her upside-down posture, her long hair was scattered on the ground. Red, white and white viscous liquid overflowed from the small hole on the top of her head. Every time she jumped, it dripped out. Some, swept by hair again, the entire bathroom floor was blurred.
She kept going back and forth in the aisle of the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of "click".
Looking into the gap under the compartment with both eyes, he said, "Ayu, are you in there?"
It's like playing hide-and-seek with a good friend, with a touch of excitement in her tone, but when she finds that there is no "Ayu" in it, she will sigh in frustration and say, "Hey~ you're not here~"
The two rows of compartments add up to only twelve rooms, and the female ghost searched tirelessly for each room, jumping from the door to the window at the end, and then back from the window.
Accompanied by: "Tat-tat", "tat-tat", and her sigh of loss.
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