LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

In the end, the monk, the man in the suit, and Zhongqing were all taken away by the people's police.

Regardless of whether the matter is true or not, it is definitely necessary to make a record and then mediate it carefully.

Zhong Qing knew in her heart that since the monk dared to say such things before, there must be someone behind her.

Maybe before you even get to the police station, someone will call and say something.

She thought for a while and said to the young policeman beside her: "Comrade policeman, I am the owner of that house. I have been living abroad before, and I will not live here in the future. I have heard before that this ancient house can be regarded as It’s a historical relic, can I donate it to the country?”

The young policeman stared blankly: "Are you willing to donate such a big house?"

Zhong Qing smiled shyly: "Anyway, I don't need it myself. Because of the reputation of that haunted house, I can't sell it. It's better to dedicate it to the country as a cultural relic."

The image of Zhong Qing in the young policeman's mind instantly changed from a super beautiful girl to a beautiful girl with extremely high ideological awareness.

He thought for a moment and said, "You first bring all the documents to prove that the house is indeed yours. I can be responsible for contacting the provincial capital experts."

When Zhongqing said this, she did not avoid the other two people in the carriage.

The man in the suit became anxious when he heard this.

He looked at the monk: "Master, she wants to give the house away."

The monk actually didn't care about the ownership of this house at all.

What he wants is to use this house spirit for himself.

Hearing this, he said calmly: "Since the house belongs to the owner and is her house, there is nothing you or I can do about who she wants to give it to."

At this moment, he doesn't know the relationship between the house and Zhong Qing. If he knew, Zhong Qing might not go so smoothly.

Zhong Qing looked at the reactions of the two people behind her and smiled to herself.

That's fine.

When she donates the house to the Guo family in her own name, the house will belong to the state.

It was something protected by the destiny of the country. Even if the monk knew the relationship between the house and her in the future, he would not be able to do anything to her through the house.

People who practice are most concerned about cause and effect, and the cause and effect related to the fate of the country is not something that a small monk can afford.

…

Zhongqing was absolutely right.

Not long after arriving at the police station, the police chief walked in personally and sent the monk away with great respect.

The young policeman seemed very angry, but he had no choice but to tell the chief of Zhongqing's request.

"This lady wants to donate the house in the north of the city?"

Zhong Qing nodded.

…

When walking out of the police station, Zhong Qing noticed a hidden line of sight.

She snorted coldly and walked into the crowd as if she didn't notice.

But in just a few breaths, he disappeared.

In a teahouse.

The monk, who was dressed in monk's robes and looked out of place with his surroundings, closed his eyes: "Amitabha, this demonic spirit is not easy to deal with."

Zhongqing shook off the pursuer behind her and returned to Ren Qian's home.

Surprisingly, when she walked in today, Ren Qian was not in her room, but sitting on the sofa in the living room, seemingly waiting for someone.

"Wait for me?" Zhong Qing asked.

Ren Qian didn't answer the question, but just asked her: "Do you want to buy a mobile phone?"

Otherwise, he would have no way of contacting her.

This feeling of passivity made him very irritated.