I open a hotel in Thriller World

Chapter 212 Let me see!

"Haven't heard of it?" Qin Che raised his eyebrows, "Then Zhou Qiang must know?"

"I don't know." The bald man continued to fiddle with the skull without raising his head.

"Don't know?" Qin Che took out a baseball bat and put it on the table, with a clear view of the fierce power, "Don't know?"

The bald head trembled violently, and said tremblingly: "It turns out that it is Lord Vicious God. I don't know how Zhou Qiang offended you?"

"What's the relationship between Zhou Qiang and you?" Qin Che didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Zhou Qiang is my incompetent younger brother." A flattering smile appeared on the bald face.

Hearing this, Qin Che's mouth twitched: "He stole 50 Guiyuan from my tavern, do you think I should look for him?"

"I don't know about this!" The bald head shouted, his face was full of fear, and he had already scolded Zhou Qiang eight hundred times in his heart.

"So... the money, are you going to pay it back for him, or what should I say?"

"I'll do it." The bald head sighed.

Offending the fierce god, he must not put on airs anymore. He was doing business outside Donglan City, and he knew the horror of the fierce god.

"This is a 50 Hades bank card. I returned it to you on behalf of Zhou Qiang." The bald man held a black bank card and handed it to Qin Che with both hands.

"So, you know about this?" Qin Che took the bank card and put away the baseball bat.

The bald head shook his head, and said: "I really don't know about this, but I know my brother, how much he offended me, and I hope the evil god will forgive me."

Qin Che didn't make things difficult for the so-called stretching out his hand to anyone with a smiling face. Instead, he said, "Then boss, do you know any other suppliers? After all, I run a tavern, and besides the koji, I also need other goods."

"I know, this Queen's Road is full of factories like this, how much do you need to buy? I can arrange it for you," said the bald head.

"20 distiller's yeast, and the remaining 30, you can figure it out, how about it?" Qin Che asked.

"No problem, the goods will be delivered to your tavern tomorrow morning." The bald man took the bank card and agreed, "What's the address?"

"No. 13, Ximen Avenue, if you dare to think badly like your brother, I don't mind coming back again. By then, I won't be so easy to talk to." Qin Che said, and the fierce power overflowed from his body again. .

"Please don't worry, I'm a businessman, and what I care about is integrity." The bald head replied again and again.

Qin Che nodded and left the office.

Queen's Road was very deserted. There were factories and other places everywhere, and there were no ghosts on the road. Qin Che didn't linger long, and came directly to the bus station, planning to take the bus directly to the east gate of Wuwang City.

It's good that he still has the power of the fierce god now. When the power of the fierce god disappears, the half-ghost power on his body will always be a hidden danger, and his real strength is nothing more than a high-level ghost. At most, he can open it for two seconds. of the fierce god domain.

Qin Che sighed, and soon, the Nether bus drove over.

However, there are no human players on this bus. The driver is a faceless ghost who doesn't even have eyes. I really don't know how he drives the car.

As for the conductor, she was an aunt in ragged clothes, with a bulging belly, and a deep wound that kept bleeding out, which was the blood formed by Yin Qi.

And in her stomach, a ghost baby was holding its fingers.

It was dystocia.

However, being able to get a job as a bus conductor in the horror world is a hope for life.

After paying the fare, Qin Che leaned against the window, exuding a fierce aura, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Then, he felt a hand slowly touching his chest.

Qin Che suddenly opened his eyes, and all eyes met in an instant.

That yellow-haired girl was touching the hotel steward's badge on Qin Che's chest. Seeing Qin Che wake up, she smiled awkwardly, withdrew her hand, and was about to leave.

Qin Che didn't fall asleep at all. In the ferocious state, he could sense even the lowest level of lonely ghosts thousands of meters away, let alone this yellow-haired one who wanted to steal from him.

"Wait." Qin Che stopped her.

"Uh, Lord Fierce God, I lost my mind for a while, and I really didn't mean to offend you." Huang Mao's body froze, and he turned around, with a smile on his dark face.

Hearing the sound here, the conductor aunt stood up from her seat immediately, and the aura of low-level ghosts surged out.

"You bastard! You stole something from Lord Vicious God!" The aunt grabbed Huang Mao's hand and pulled him to throw him directly out of the window.

"Wait." Qin Che shouted, "He got in the car, didn't you know?"

The aunt shouted: "I don't know, Lord Vicious God, he is like a ghost. He got on the bus for no reason, stole something, and then disappeared for no reason. Many passengers complained that something was missing on our bus body."

"Fart! This is the second time I've stolen!" Huang Mao retorted.

She is also a low-level ghost, but she was held by the dystocia aunt and couldn't move at all.

"Let go of him first, let me have a word with him." Qin Che said.

Seeing that the victim Qin Che didn't pursue the matter anymore, the aunt didn't say anything, she just gave Huang Mao a hard look, then let go of her hand and returned to her seat.

Qin Che looked at the thin yellow hair who was estimated to be less than seventy catties, and asked, "What's the name?"

"Lin Jing." Huang Mao put his hands in his pockets, his long yellow hair covered most of his face, and he looked like he was fooling around, "What? Want to take care of me? If you don't have five hundred ghosts a month, don't worry about it."

Qin Che directly threw a thousand ghost dollars over.

"Two months, you are mine now." Qin Che grinned, "Come on, let me touch my legs!"

Hearing this, Lin Jing froze again, and her body twisted a little: "My lord, don't make fun of me."

"Didn't you say that?" Qin Che raised his eyebrows.

"I just... have a fluffy mouth." Lin Jing's face was full of bitterness, "How about I touch it for you and you let me go?"

"sit down!"

"Oh." Lin Jing sat obediently next to Qin Che, her legs were tightly together, and her two hands that had no place to rest were placed on her knees, like a primary school student in class.

"How did he die?" Qin Che asked.

"leukemia."

"Why didn't I feel your breath when you were about to steal something just now?" Qin Che asked again.

"I do not know."

Qin Che looked at this yellow-haired girl named Lin Jing.

He was wearing a white shirt that had been around for a long time, and the lower body was the kind of jeans that were so hard that they could stand up straight.

Instead, it was a thing strung together with a white rope on the chest.

Is it the ghost that she hides her breath?

Qin Che tried his best to perceive the ghost sitting beside him.

If you don't look at her, she seems to be invisible, and she doesn't even know that there is such a ghost sitting beside her.

Qin Che is now a fierce god!

This is a bit too bad, right?

Qin Che was thinking, and reached out to grab the thing on her chest.

Lin Jing trembled violently, covering her chest with her hands, her face full of panic.

"What are you doing!"

"let me see."

(End of this chapter)