MTL - Face Slapping The Slag Gong System-Chapter 174 Who is behind him?

Chen Hao did not ask much, took out the mobile phone, called out the address book, and found the number of a Taoist to Qin Mu. The voice of the SMS reminder sounded at the right time. Qin Mu touched the phone and looked at it. "Thank you."

"He doesn't go out easily, you just want to report my name with him." Chen Yu whispered.

"Well, I know." Putting his mobile phone in his pocket, Qin Mu nodded with Chen Hao and stepped out of the box before him.

Looking at the tall and long figure far away, Chen Hao had a moment of embarrassment, almost thought that back five years ago, Qin Mu is also so elegant and sloppy, and he will stop when he is slow. Urge him.

This time, Chen Hao knows that Qin Mu will not stop to wait for him.

After the separation from Chen Yu, Qin Mu did not rush to go back, but went to the menswear brand store to buy a few sets of clothes. The clothes in his family were five years ago. Five years ago, he and Chen Hao had not made a fortune, and the styles of the clothes they bought were relatively old.

He regained his memory, which means that he was given a new life. The thing at the head of the house should be thrown and thrown. The best seller should not leave it. It is best to trace the traces of Chen’s **** in that room. All erased.

Throughout the worlds before, the slags of other worlds have been scummed to the slag, and he still has a flaw in him. Only Chen Hao, he never saw in Chen’s face that even a trace of reluctance Nostalgia.

I want to use money to settle him, oh, dreaming.

Before returning, Qin Mu dialed the phone of the Taoist.

After all, the ghost has been at home for a long time. He can't talk to the Taoist in front of the ghost. In case, just in case, it is better to bring the Taoist directly back.

The phone rang for a long time, and was picked up in the last second. Then I remembered an old and rough male voice: "Hey, who?"

Qin Mu: "It is Zhang Daochang."

"Yeah, are you?"

Qin Mu burst out of Chen Hao’s name. “I am a friend of Chen Hao. I have had some trouble recently. He gave me your contact information and asked me to help you.”

"Oh, it was Chen’s friend." Qin Mu clearly heard the voice of the Taoist gentleman. "What trouble have you encountered?"

"I lived in a house where a ghost came in. Do you have a way to drive him away?"

"Oh, it turned out to be such a trivial matter, you can rest assured that in addition to fortune telling, ghost catching is my second masterpiece." The Taoist patted the chest on the phone and promised: "You must send the address first. I am going to prepare some tools for ghosts tonight, and I will come to you tomorrow morning to help you catch ghosts."

"Thank you, Zhang Daochang."

"You're welcome, Chen's friend is my friend."

After the two had set aside, they hung up the phone one after another. Qin Mu put away the mobile phone. When he thought that the death of the ghost was coming soon, he was in a good mood.

When he slept at night, Qin Mu was crushed without any accident.

This time is different from the previous two times. The first two Qin Mu were completely enjoyable, and this time, the ghost did not know what kind of wind was drawn, and the action was a bit rough. Qin Mu was stunned, although the consciousness was sober, but his eyes could not be opened, and his body could not move. He could only let the ghosts do whatever they wanted.

What is so cold and thin that long things have come into his...

Qin Mu’s initial consciousness was still very clear, and he was still struggling. Later, with the sudden gentleness of the male ghost, he was completely immersed in this strange and alternative kind of ambiguity, and his consciousness was completely away from him.

It was another passionate night. When I woke up the next day, Qin Mu habitually opened the quilt and still did not find any suspicious traces in the bed. If it was not something unspeakable behind him, he would have a strange feeling. I thought that everything that happened last night was just his illusion.

The ghost is really daring, I want to go to him, but also take a finger... It seems that his decision to remove the ghost from the Taoist is correct.

After the washing, Qin Mu turned to the living room, and the table was empty. The ghost did not make breakfast today. He knew that he bought a lot of dishes and bought the refrigerator last night.

Qin Mu thought that since this ghost had no use at all, he did not need to stay with it.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the doorbell rang.

Qin Mu used to open the door. At the door was a man in his fifties. He saw his appearance, his face was small, his eyelids were only good, but his lips were purple, and his mouth was still long. The black hair of the roots.

Taoist suits and trousers, carrying a bag for some years, saw Qin Mu, the Taoist priests stunned, and the eyes could not help but flash a stunning look.

"It’s Zhang Dachang, please, please."

The words of low magneticity spit out from the man's mouth, and Zhang Daochang came back and coughed, saying: "I need to change the Taoist suit first."

"Good." Qin Mu led the Taoist to the bathroom, and then waited for him outside. Five minutes later, the Taoist priest in the priestly suit took the instrument and walked out from the inside.

Qin Mu asked: "Dao, do you need to avoid me when you practice?"

"Well, when I first entered the house, I felt that the house was very sullen. It seems that this is just a ghost. It is not very good to deal with. You wait outside, wait until I collect this ghost, and you come in again."

"That is going to be long."

When Qin Mu did not listen to the fortune-telling man, he would be killed by the Thunder on the night of the break, so when he saw the Taoist, he always had a little psychological shadow.

When he went out, the door was immediately shut down from the priest by the priest, and he vaguely heard that the priest was in a hurry as a law. This person is recommended by Chen Yu after all. There should be two brushes. Qin Mu put down his heart and leaned his back against the wall of the corridor. Then he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pumped it up and down.

This is more than an hour.

The cigarettes in the cigarette case went mostly, and the cigarette butts on the ground fell.

When the door was reopened, Qin Mu patted the ashes falling on his body and cheered up. "How long?"

The Taoist pointed to a goblet-shaped implement in his hand, and looked proudly: "Hey, I was taken here."

Qin Mu looked at it. The room was full of dog blood and various spells. It seems that he needs to ask the hour to clean it.

"Dao Chang, thank you very much." Qin Mu did not want to go back to the messy room, he proposed: "I invite you to go out and have a meal?"

The Taoist waved his hand. "Chen Chen has helped me a lot. You are a friend of Chen. You don't have to be so polite with me." He looked at his watch and said: "Time is not early, I have to rush to show it to others." Feng Shui, take a step first."

Qin Mu smiled and complimented: "Dao Chang is really busy."

"Where, where to eat, I have to eat." After that, Zhang Daoshi packed up the tools and hurriedly left with a big bag as he came.

When the elevator sent the priest down the building, Qin Mu turned and frowned at the door for a moment, and finally stepped in. I checked each room again. He sat on the sofa with his forehead and wondered if he would go to the villa where Chen Hao sent him for a few days.

In the midst of thinking, he did not find out that the half-opened door was automatically closed. He only heard a bang, and Qin Mu sat up straight and gaze straight toward the closed door.

Should... be blown by the wind?

Just thinking about it, a faint voice like a male voice from another time and space came from his side. "Is not doing well? Why should I drive me away?"

Qin Mu: "!!!"