The ghost inside... won't really kill people, right?

Arakawaji wrapped in a piece of rag and ran out of the warehouse.

As the sun sets, Arakawaji couldn't help but feel sad.

He really wanted to trouble Ji Zi and Qing Anran, but if he killed them for this, wouldn’t he be committing a crime?

Even if he didn't kill the person, he was still an accomplice!

Arakawaji had a lot of trouble, but finally decided to be a good person.

He first called Kiko according to the request of Dibiling, informed her that someone would ask her to meet her in this warehouse tomorrow night.

Then, I sent another text message to Aoi Shi.

The text message did not specifically state the kidnapping, but only mentioned that there will be ghosts in the warehouse tomorrow night, so she must be present.

After the text message was sent, Aoi Shisui quickly replied.

Arakawaji was afraid that he would miss the matter when he answered the phone, so he clicked to refuse.

After notifying these two people, Arakawa still felt that it was not very safe.

If Shi Aoi couldn't handle that ghost, wouldn't it have become a disaster for the two flower girls?

After all, Arakawaji decided to add another layer of insurance.

Although he could not find Qing Anran's mobile phone number, the records of the communication in his email were still there.

So he described the matter locally and sent it to Qing Anran.

In the email, Arakawaji focused on describing his escape from death and brought out important information, and also specifically told Qing Anran to bring more people and kill the ghost.

After Arakawaji sent the email, he kept muttering: Lord Arakawa, who represents justice, survives from death, is not afraid of the coercion of evil spirits, and saves the beautiful girl wisely. It is really wonderful!

When he was intoxicated by his intelligence, he didn't know that more than a dozen mobile phone cameras were already facing him.

"Look at that person, who is still laughing in a rag, isn't he absurd?"

"How about looking for the yamen, this person must have something wrong!"

"What kind of yamen are you looking for? What if it's performance art!"

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Baili Yanran has been back last night and has been sleeping until now before waking up.

After waking up, she pulled the old Taoist down the mountain together.

The sword was quickly driven, one was old and one was young, and soon arrived at Ping'an Town.

People who cultivate immortals should not be too silly, so the two of them flew to the bamboo forest outside the town and fell down and took the long sword into the scabbard behind them.

"Master!"

Baili Yanran ran far away, and then she found that the old Taoist was still strolling slowly behind her, with her waist tucked in and her mouth pouted: "Master, go quickly, you can't buy something delicious in a while!"

The old Taoist stroked his beard and responded as he walked: "Here is here, here is here."

"Master, work harder!"

Baili Yanran shouted, ran back to the old Taoist side, holding the old Taoist's arm, and giggled foolishly.

The bamboo forest and the town are close to each other. Although the two of them were not fast, they didn't take much time to enter the town.

The town was very lively, with hawkers shouting, cheering of art, and the women who were recruiting guests in Qingtan.

"Candy haws!"

"Okay, another one!"

"Master, come and have fun!"

Baili Yanran raised her face and asked the old Taoist: "Master, what exactly is the building playing? Why can only the old man play?"

The old Taoist looked in search of the voice and faced the blowing kiss of several girls. His face turned red and he quickly retracted his eyes: "Yanran, this is a place where the energetic men in the mortal world consume their physical strength. We practitioners cannot step in, you must remember it."

"Disciple remembered."

Baili Yanran shook her eyes and pretended to return the gift, but was thinking in her heart that she must go there secretly when she turned around!

Every time the two of them come to the town, the first check-in point is the candied haws in Ping'an Town.

The candied haws here are more delicious than those in other places. The red fruits are better selected and the sugar is thicker. They are the favorites of the two.

The old Taoist is so old that he is eating candied haws on the street with a little girl, which is indeed a bit inconsistent.

However, most people did not dare to talk much after seeing the two long swords behind them.

"Master, why don't I learn this craft and make it for you every day in the future!"

"Do you think it's okay to cook a variety of red fruits in the back mountain?"

As soon as he talked about the future, the old Taoist remembered the thing that he wanted to send Baili Yanran away. The old Taoist felt uncomfortable and sighed softly: "Yanran, you are not young anymore. You must learn to be independent, practice hard, and protect yourself. You can't always be so childish."

"Master?"

Baili Yanran frowned her slender eyebrows. It turned out that when she came out to play, the old Taoist never talked about cultivation. Even if she wanted to say it, she would always use a half-joking tone.

But today, she felt something was wrong with the old Taoist.

"Master, have you angry?" Baili Yanran asked in a low voice.

"No, I'm just feeling it." The old Taoist changed his smile and whispered: "Yanran, what do you want to eat and what you want to play today, even if you say, Master treats you!"

"Disciple wants to go to the teahouse to listen to books!"

Baili Yanran has lived on Kunlun Fairy Mountain since she was a child. She has heard too many of these things.

Therefore, the strange people and strange things in the market attracted her more.

"Okay, okay, let's go here, but you can't argue with someone who tells the storyteller like last time!" The old Taoist instructed.

"I know...Master."

Baili Yanran answered in response with a long tone, and then muttered in a low voice: "It's obviously the gentleman who is talking nonsense, so don't let anyone talk..."

The last time I went to listen to a book, the storyteller happened to be telling a story about a mortal cultivating immortals. However, the story tells the story of a man who accidentally obtained a system. He could cultivate immortals by clocking in every day. It was a joke!

Baili Yanran couldn't help it for a moment, so she went on stage to discuss it with her husband, and almost broke up the other person's platform.

For this matter, the old Taoist also detained her for three days in prison.

Things in the world cannot be taken without disaster or life. This is what the old Taoist repeatedly advised her.

Baili Yanran gradually understood the truth, but sometimes she couldn't control her fist.

However, this time, she felt that she could definitely control it!

Pushing the old Taoist's back, Baili Yanran urged: "Master, my disciple is very obedient, just let it go!"

The old Taoist responded repeatedly: "I know, I know, slow down, my master's waist can't help but make trouble like this..."

The two of them were wearing Taoist robes, tied their hair buns, and carried long swords. They were particularly conspicuous when they walked into the teahouse.

The storyteller has a waist, face, small eyes, and a piece of dog skin plaster on one cheek.

Mr.’s table is actually made up of several tables.

On the table, there is a small table, a bamboo chair, a piece of awakening wood, a folding fan, a handkerchief, and a pot of tea.

The gentleman just finished a passage and drank a sip of tea in the spout, which was very pleasant.

With a big sleeve, he was about to open the next section and then he saw Baili Yanran entering the venue.
Chapter completed!