The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Hearing that, Wei Yan's body temperature was quite cold.

How can Kaolin Flower allow others to slander? ? So Zheng Quzhi, as a flower protector, reprimanded with righteous words: "What are you talking about? Mr. Wei will come to pester you? You take yourself too seriously, right?"

"I'm from Wei Zhai." Wei Yan suddenly said, "You are entangled by ghosts. We are here to catch ghosts."

Wei House...

Yi Xia's eyes were lost for a while, and she quickly realized, her eyes gleaming: "Ah...you are from Wei Zhai..."

Was Wei House also famous at this time? Zheng Quzhi was slightly surprised, but still had a frame on his face, an aura that, yes, I am a big boss.

"I don't have money to invite you, and I don't have what you want. You don't have to come to pester me anymore." Unfortunately, Yi Xia's brain circuit is always a little strange. Before Zheng Quzhi could speak, she said coolly. Mo slip away.

Zheng Quzhi let out a cry, and was about to catch up but was caught by Wei Yan, and couldn't help asking him: "Don't follow?"

"No need." Wei Yan shook his head. He had lost interest in following. He was only interested in the Japanese who listened to Ixia singing silently.

The last two people went back to the hotel. Nowadays, the world is not peaceful. Although it is only an illusion, they have to follow the script like an acting. They can only try to keep things in the illusion on a normal trajectory and get what they get after solving the corpse wish. Spiritual power will be stronger and more.

Don't use extra spiritual power for nothing.

I just didn't expect to meet the boy that morning when I went back to the hotel. He was still beaten and wounded all over, and after stopping the guest, he was kicked a few times and called bad luck.

Zheng Quzhi sighed. The two men looked like special actors, specializing in bitter drama, waiting for Yi Xia's kind of people who looked so sweet to reach out and reward them with some money.

But in this age, how can you live on this? Something will definitely happen. As if to confirm Zheng Quzhi's guess, something happened to the boy at noon.

He stopped a man with fat head.

The man was kind at first, but he was full of savage faces behind him, and kicked the boy downstairs. People have fat heads and big ears, and they have great strength. This kick really caused a problem.

Thinking that the man hit him was just a skin trauma, this kick not only hurt the bones, but also had a problem with the spleen inside. As soon as he fell down, he began to vomit blood, which was particularly terrifying.

Zheng Quzhi touched his nose and glanced at Wei Yan. Wei Yan did not respond, Zheng Quzhi sat quietly without saying a word.

After the fat-eared man was gone, the man who had been beating the boy hurriedly ran down, leaned in front of the boy and shouted: "Sixteen? Sixteen!"

Seeing that there was no response, he seemed to panic and ran away.

When the innkeeper saw him, he immediately cursed: "Your people are not going to be taken away! To die of my unlucky trick! Old Hohen!!!"

A person walked in Yingying at the door, holding the bag from the pharmacy, wearing the same cheongsam he had when he went out in the morning.

Wei Yan finally had other reactions on his face. He got up and walked slowly to the boy named Sixteen.

Before Yi Xia could help, Wei Yan carried Sixteen upstairs with a cold face. It's a pity that Yi Xia is a reluctant person, so he hurried to catch up and stopped Wei Yan: "What are you going to do!"

"What else can we do, Mr. Wei? Of course it is to save people!" Zheng Quzhi said before Wei Yan said, for fear that Wei Yan would say something frightening and vulgar later.

Wei Yan was extremely cooperative and silent.

Taking advantage of Yi Xia's stunned effort, she carried people upstairs. Zheng Quzhi fell behind and stopped Ixia, who wanted to follow up, and persuaded: "Our husband has always been a bodhisattva, and he has rejuvenated well, so don't worry."

Bodhisattva heart? Yi Xia thought of what happened in the morning, her face a little ugly: "Since there is no ghost in my heart, what are you doing? If you refuse to help, I will send him to the hospital!"

Zheng Quzhi felt that he had to take back the words at noon. Although Yi Xia was not stupid, he was definitely not smart either. There is still a cavity of blood, and he is a nosy person. Such a temperament does not know how to live so long, and he actually lived until his time.

Wei Yan frowned, and when he heard the words, he threw the person over: "So, then you go and send it off."

After finishing talking, he pulled Zheng Quzhi into the house and closed the door neatly.

"Not saved?" Zheng Quzhi never recovered.

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded. He didn't intend to save people, he just probed the truth. Sixteen's injury was real this time, so in the trajectory of Yi Xia's life, he was tangibly saved once.

The movement downstairs gradually disappeared. Zheng Quzhi opened the window and looked out. Sure enough, he saw Yi Xia stopped a rickshaw and hurried in one direction, which should be the direction of the hospital.

"Did you deliberately?" Zheng Quzhi frowned.

Wei Yan tilted his head slightly, and said something rare to explain: "Speed ​​up the progress, let his injuries lessen, and heal faster, so don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi breathed a sigh of relief. Just about to close the window, he suddenly saw another person. He couldn't help but asked Wei Yan: "That Japanese has appeared again. He has a high rate of appearance in the Ixia fantasy world! "

The Japanese hurriedly came in their direction.

"Maybe it's a pivotal figure." Wei Yan didn't care much. This illusion can actually be watched on TV. It is not threatening, but it is also quite interesting, especially suitable for Zheng Quzhi.

Zheng Quzhi leaned forward and took a few more glances. He saw that the person had entered the hotel and couldn't see him. He drew his gaze back and shook his head: "He came alone, maybe he came to Ixia."

"Go and see." Wei Yan glanced at him, knowing the abacus in his heart, and said: "There is no danger here, you can go out and see."

Wei Yan had said so, Zheng Quzhi went out to watch the fun. When I got downstairs, I heard the Japanese ask the guy in blunt Chinese: "I...Isha...is...?"

The people here either hate the Japanese to the bone, or they are afraid of the Japanese. The guy looks like the latter, his whole body trembles, and his voice is a little trembling: "Out... out..."

"...Where...Where?" The Japanese frowned and continued to ask.

"Hospital." The guy swallowed, and said the address without the Japanese speaking. After a pause, he explained the ins and outs of the matter.

But he was wrong. The Japanese didn't seem to want to go to the hospital to find Yi Xia. They just sat in the side seat with a bad expression and waited quietly.

The atmosphere in the hotel is a bit awkward.

He stayed on the stairs for a long time, and the Japanese glanced up at him. So he touched his nose and continued to walk down. He didn't deliberately distance himself from the Japanese, and sat down at the table next to the Japanese. By the way, Zhao slightly smiled and said, "Give me a bowl of noodles?"