I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 850

Five years later.

On an ordinary afternoon, Qin Yao was practicing as usual in the Hu'an Palace.

After reaching his level, the effect of such a routine practice is actually very small. It is already a stage where people have no windfalls and no wealth, and horses have no night grass and no fat. Practice depends on opportunities and resources.

However, what made him helpless was that there really were not many opportunities in Zongxie's world. He tried to go out of the palace to practice, but he didn't see a single ghost after walking for two months, let alone a monster.

Since then, he gave up his plan to search for experience packs all over the world, and returned to protect An Gong.

"Qin Daochang, Qin Daochang..."

In the blink of an eye it was evening, Zhong Yanhuo hurriedly came to the side hall, stood outside the door and called out.

Inside the palace, Qin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, his body flew up from the futon like smoke, appeared in front of the door, and stretched out his hand to open the vermilion door: "Is there any work to do?"

"No work." Zhong Yanhuo shook his head and said, "It was you who told my master to find someone five years ago."

"Jiamin?" Qin Yao's heart skipped a beat.

Calculating the time, it has been exactly five years since the evil spirits were collected in the abandoned apartment.

Is it because in the original novel, Master Jinlong has no entanglements with Jia Min?Whether he was alive or dead, it didn't have the slightest influence on it!
"That's right." Zhong Yanhuo explained: "Some time ago, a large number of poison masters were arrested in the island's anti-drug raid. Today, a woman named Chen Yulan brought a girl named Jiamin to release one of them on bail. My master's friend met."

"Just find it..." Qin Yao took a breath and asked, "Where is the home address?"

"I wrote it on paper for you." Zhong Yanhuo took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Qin Yao with both hands.

Qin Yao looked down and saw that it was written in traditional characters: No. 117, Xinghu Road Street...

Three or ten minutes later, the sun was setting, leaving only a faint whiteness in the distant sky.

Qin Yao, who was dressed in a black suit, stood in front of a door and knocked on the blue-black door.

"Crack."

With the sound of a lock being opened, a middle-aged woman with a thin figure and a haggard face appeared behind the gate, and opened a gap in the seemingly heavy gate: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Jiamin."

Qin Yao took a step back slightly, expressing that he had no malice, and then said, "I'm the boss of her former part-time shop. I want to ask her to go back to work again. Is she at home?"

The middle-aged woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "She hasn't come back yet, and she's been coming back very late these days."

Qin Yao asked politely: "Where does she work now? I want to see if I can get her back."

Hearing what he said, the middle-aged woman's heart moved slightly, and she took out her mobile phone: "Wait, I'll call her now and ask."

After two beeps, the phone was connected. The middle-aged woman turned on the loudspeaker and asked directly, "Xiao Min, where are you?"

"Auntie..." A girl's voice came out of the phone, as if deliberately lowering the volume: "I'm at the dangerous building."

The middle-aged woman's complexion changed, and she hurriedly asked, "What are you doing there?"

"Xiao Min, everything is ready, come quickly." At this moment, another girl's voice suddenly sounded from the phone.

"okay."

In an unfinished building, a short-haired girl who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old responded loudly, and then whispered into the phone: "I'm working here, auntie. I won't tell you, I have to go to work .”

After finishing speaking, she hastily pressed the hang up button, and trotted to a girl with long hair in a neat dish.

Compared with Jia Min, who has small eyes, small mouth, and shriveled figure, the other party's big eyes, high nose bridge, and plump body make her feel inferior in every aspect, making her feel a little inferior.

"Are you ready?" Five steps away, a yellow-haired man in a brown vest held a camera in his hand and said to the two people in front of him.

Jiamin exhaled lightly, and grabbed a square chair on the ground together with the pretty girl.

Seeing this, Huang Mao quickly turned on the camera, greeted the camera, and then stated that he was going to record and broadcast today to invite Aunt Xi. After speaking of this, he showed the camera to Jiamin and his girlfriend Qianqian, and said: "Student Jiamin, Please tell everyone what Aunt Chair is."

Jia Min seemed a little nervous, and stammered, "Gu Yi Zi, she was a little girl who was tortured to death by her aunt 100 years ago, and then became a spirit for some reason..."

Huang Mao then asked: "What is the function of asking the spirit?"

"You can ask her questions, and she knows the answers to a lot of things," Jiamin said.

"Wow~" Huang Mao exaggeratedly yelled, and said loudly: "Next, we invite our psychic girl Jia Min to perform for us and invite Aunt Xizai..."

Jiamin was so nervous that her hands were sweating, but for the reward of 1 yuan, she still held up the square chair with female Internet celebrity Qianqian and began to chant spells.

"Tattoo..."

Not long after, footsteps suddenly sounded from behind them, and Huang Mao subconsciously turned around with his camera in hand, only to see a tall and burly man in a suit approaching slowly and stopping not far away.

"Hey, is this Aunt Yizi?" Huang Mao pointed the camera at the man in a suit and joked, "Didn't you say that Aunt Yizi is a little girl, how did she become a man?"

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at this lifeless guy: "You haven't learned it in school, do you have to be polite when you go out?"

Huang Mao was still taking pictures of Qin Yao, and said with a smile: "Just kidding, you can't even afford to joke, are you?"

Qin Yao smiled slightly and said, "I hope you can still laugh later."

Huang Mao's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do? Let me tell you, this is a society ruled by law, you..."

"Hello~"

At this time, a little girl's voice suddenly sounded in the empty floor, interrupting Huang Mao's words in an instant.

"Grizzly, don't look for trouble, just pat the chair." Qianqian said loudly.

After all, Huang Mao knew the priorities, and quickly turned the camera to point at the chair, and said, "Aunt Chair, Aunt Chair, can I ask you anything?"

"What do you want to ask?" The little girl's voice sounded from the chair.

"I want to ask, why did your aunt want to kill you?" Huang Mao asked with a smile.

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of crying suddenly came from the chair. In Qin Yao's vision, the soul of the girl attached to the chair gradually became violent, controlling the chair to keep flying around.

Qianqian, who was also holding the chair, was quickly thrown away, but gusts of black air stuck to Jiamin's hands.

Qin Yao pursed his lips, glanced at the excited Huangmao, and said to the little girl who was trying to get into Jiamin's body: "There is a wrong, there is a debt, she didn't poke your scar, why do you want her? "

Hearing this, Huang Mao's smile froze, and an ominous premonition suddenly emerged in his heart...

(End of this chapter)