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This was the first time Yan Rong had gone downstairs, the sun shone on him, and he felt warm and comfortable.
Speaking of it, I used to think that ghosts were afraid of the sun, but it didn't show in him. Instead, he still enjoyed the golden light a little bit.
The ghost walked unsteadily in the community, its ears moved, and its eyes suddenly looked out the door.
There, it was Yan Ze's voice.
"Eighty thousand, at least eighty thousand, this is handed down from the ancestors."
The master was still trying to bargain with Yan Ze, Yan Ze frowned and looked at him in disbelief.
It didn't seem reliable at all that this person ran out of upstairs in such a mess just now.
Seeing that he didn't believe in himself, the old man became a little anxious. He waved the slightly deciphered book in his hand, and the sun shone on him, making him more courageous.
With such a big sun, it is still daytime, so it is impossible for that ghost to follow.
He held up the book and muttered, "It contains detailed records of various methods of exorcising ghosts, as well as raising little ghosts and exorcising ghost corpses. Eighty thousand is already very"
As he spoke, he caught sight of a pale figure out of the corner of his eye, and his dancing body froze immediately, and his neck twisted bit by bit like a clockwork.
Yan Rong stood in the sun, smiled at the two of them, his eyes were full of malice, "80,000, I want it."
"However, it is Mingbi."
"Ghostghost"
Little by little, the master turned his head back, his legs trembling.
When he turned around and saw Yan Ze's pale face similar to the ghost behind him, he was immediately stimulated.
"Ah ah ah ah ah¡ª¡ª"
The master threw the book in his hand on Yan Ze's face, screamed and ran away.
Only Yan Ze was left, trembling uncontrollably, staring at the ghost with a pale face.
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He Qing is in a meeting. The window of the meeting room is large and beautiful, and the light is also strong. The sun shines on his face, making him pale and almost transparent.
The man who was talking in a calm tone paused, "The meeting is over."
When everyone was gone, with a pale face, he slowly moved away from the sunlight and returned to his office.
The curtains in the office are all drawn at this moment, and the lights are turned on. It is clearly a sunny day, but it seems like night.
He breathed a sigh of relief, sat down in his seat, looked down at the various complicated documents on the table, his eyes were heavy.
Having been tossed and tossed by Yan Rong last night, He Qing hardly slept at all. Even though his brain is throbbing with pain, he can continue to work as if he can't feel the pain that can make people crazy.
The beautiful and steady handwriting was spread out on the paper. The man was writing when a phone call came in.
"Mr. He, are you sure to donate all your property? Now you are in your prime."
Under the light, He Qing smiled and said in a weak voice, "It's a blessing."
Just as he hung up the phone, his heart suddenly throbbed, and the man who had been calmly enduring the pain became flustered.
It's Yan Rong!
Yan Ze was dragged into the car vigorously by the ghost. He wanted to resist, but found that Mingming Yan Ze's hand was pinching his neck. He could clearly feel the coldness. He stretched out his hand, but he couldn't touch him. .
Being choked tightly, his face turned pale, and before he almost passed out, the hand on his neck was loosened, a large amount of air was absorbed by Yan Ze, and before he could take a few breaths, he was choked again Neck, so repeatedly.
"Are you cool?"
Yan Rong's face was full of ferocious smiles, looking at the man under him who wanted to struggle but couldn't do anything, the corners of his mouth got bigger and bigger.
His voice was low and full of hatred, "It was the same for me at that time, there was smoke all around, I couldn't breathe, the fire burned my skin, and I watched oil dripping, that feeling, I really want you to try it too .¡±
"Ahem¡ª¡ª" being let go of his neck again, Yan Ze coughed in pain, "Yan Ze, I didn't hurt you, you"
The neck he had just relaxed was grabbed by the ghost again effortlessly, Yan Ze sneered, "Didn't you see it? I'm at He Qing's house, do you think I didn't hear what you said at his house last time?" ?¡±
As he said that, the ghost's eyes darkened, and his hands tightened more and more, "I have been against you for so many years, and I have had so many opportunities to kill you, but for the sake of the old man, I didn't do anything once, but you"
Yan Rong tightened his hands slowly, looking at his half-brother blushing and struggling desperately.??¡±
"You think so? Mr. He?"
The man closed his eyes and hid his tears.
There is nothing for a lifetime, and there will be no more
Yan Rong has always been a person who doesn't count his words, and he still hasn't got rid of this bad habit even after being a ghost. Fortunately, the company doesn't mess around, but he only knows how to drag men to have fun in various places in the office.
In the end, when He Qing had to come to a meeting, the man almost begged him not to mess around.
Finally, after agreeing to a series of difficult toys, Yan Rong shrugged and let him go.
The ghost was left alone in the office. He Qing went to the conference room for a meeting. He only had half an hour.
The cleaning aunt came in to clean while he was away, she couldn't see the ghost, so naturally she didn't know that while she was mopping the floor, Yan Rongzheng was lying on the sofa and looking at her like Uncle Yan Rongzheng.
Auntie finished mopping the floor diligently, and then took a rag and began to wipe around. When she got to the bookcase, she was about to pull it open to wipe the books inside, but found that it was locked.
"Strange, wasn't it unlocked before?" the aunt murmured, she didn't take it seriously, and went out with a rag.
Yan Rong, who was lying bored on the sofa watching her ears move, suddenly became interested.
He has worked as an assistant and knows He Qing's habits.
This man prides himself on being magnanimous, and he doesn't want to lock anything, not even an office cabinet, let alone a bookcase.
Inside this, what is there that must be locked?
Yan Rong stood up, walked to the bookcase, fiddled with the lock lightly, thought for a while, recalled the car that was doused by the air-conditioning that day, closed his eyes and tried to move again.
¡ª¡ªClick it!
The lock was covered with a layer of frost, Yan Rong twisted lightly, and fell to the ground.
He stretched out his pale and slender hand and passed it over a pile of books.
Just some ordinary books used to fill the bookcase, nothing special?
Just as he was wondering, his eyes fell on the small cabinet below.
There, too, is a lock.
Yan Rong took out a dilapidated book from inside after destroying it familiarly.
"Ghost solution?"
He touched the cover on it, and remembered what He Qing said, the book left by his uncle.
This is it.
A ferocious smile appeared on the ghost's pale face, saying that if he didn't show it to him, it would have fallen into his hands.
Opening the cover, Yan Rong was stunned by the words that appeared on the first page.
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2 in 1! !
Still random 20 little angels will send out red envelopes!
Another bonus quiz: what was written on the first page!
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