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Chapter 222 Fully Support Me as the Boss

A large mole was pierced into the "snail" meat with a fork.

"Wow, there's juice splashing out, it looks so delicious."

He opened his mouth to swallow, but Tan Wenjie grabbed his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Big Mole looked at Tan Wenjie in confusion. He had no intention of working hard to become a member of the weird Ghost Story Association. The right choice was to take advantage and then slip away.

"Before you eat, you should praise the food and say you're going to eat."

"Is that right?"

"Of course!" Tan Wenjie was very serious.

He noticed that other members were enjoying the baked snails very much, with their cheeks puffed up and chewing gently one by one as if they were savoring some delicious delicacy. Some were even so pleased that they made sounds that would make people blush.

Tan Wenjie's powerful hearing allowed him to notice the crunching sound between their teeth.

Some people's resentment became stronger.

"You're so delicious, you look so tasty, you're plump and juicy, I'm going to eat!" Big Mole really praised the baked snail on the fork, then glanced at Tan Wenjie several times implicitly, as if asking him with his eyes if he could start eating.

Tan Wenjie flicked his fingers subtly, and the baked snails were blown away by an invisible force, sticking to the glass door with a "pop".

"My baked snails!" Big Mole felt heartbroken. The more he saw others enjoying the food, the more greedy he felt.

"Be careful not to get an upset stomach." Tan Wenjie did not eat the baked snails.

"Do you want to eat more?" Big Mole looked at Tan Wenjie who didn't move his fork and asked while rubbing his hands.

"I'll pack."

"what?"

Finally, the president came out to say a few words. There was an inexplicable sense of urgency in the entire association's gathering, as if everyone was in a hurry. It was as if everyone squeezed out time from their busy schedule to tell stories, have a "big meal", and then leave quickly.

Tan Wenjie was the first to leave, dragging Big Mole with him, and the two of them waited by the roadside.

People came out one after another, and he took out his camera and took pictures secretly. His identity as a paparazzi played the biggest role at this moment.

With its absolute concealment capability, it can lock onto a person’s face even when taking hasty photos without being discovered.

If he put on the invisibility talisman, he could really disappear from the eyes of the association members.

Only the big mole looked on in amazement.

"Wait, why should I wait with you on the roadside?" The big mole who had just taken out a cigarette suddenly realized.

It was still a bit chilly at night. I couldn't see any pretty girls in miniskirts, which made the cold doubly cold. Being with a man made me feel even colder.

"I didn't ask you to come with me." Tan Wenjie stretched out his hand.

As a man, he understood what this action represented, and Big Mole did not hesitate to pass on the cigarette and lighter.

A cigarette is lit to drive away the chill.

"Thank you." Tan Wenjie fixed his eyes on the figure leaving the house and walked over quickly.

"Ah?" The big mole also came back to his senses, "Oh, right, didn't you ask me to come with you? Can I go home now?"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Tan Wenjie striding over and slapping a member who looked familiar on the back of the neck. The other person's body went limp and fell to the ground, but he was easily picked up by Tan Wenjie with one hand and walked to the side of the road.

That's over 100 pounds for an adult male. Lifting it with one hand? It's much more difficult than lifting a piece of iron weighing over 100 pounds.

Big Mole remembered that Tan Wenjie had just said he wanted to kidnap a poor guy, and then he really did it.

A car pulled up to the curb, its door open.

Tan Wenjie had already thrown the person in and sat in the passenger seat. He stretched out his hand holding a cigarette and shook it gently through the window: "Bye~"

"Are you serious?" Big Mole was shocked, "Hey, hey, hey!"

The big mole waved, but the car kept zigzagging further and further away on the road, until it finally disappeared without a trace.

A cold wind blew, and Big Mole subconsciously took a puff. Finding that the cigarette had not been lit yet, he reached into his pocket.

"Where's my lighter?"

……

In the dim room, the crackling sound of FM radio came.

The man tried hard to open his eyes, and the pain in his neck made him take a deep breath. He felt like his neck was about to break and he almost died.

"Awake? Do you know Hua Yuemei?"

The person who was speaking slowly walked up to him from the darkness. When the man saw the face clearly, he was startled.

"It's you!"

"Don't you understand the atmosphere?" Tan Wenjie asked, "Now you are kidnapped by me, I ask you questions and you answer them."

The man kept silent.

Tan Wenjie: "Don't feel inferior. A pair of underwear and a piece of toilet paper also have their uses."

The man glared at him, and his silence meant that he would resist to the end, not that he was inferior!
"Then let's not talk about Hua Yuemei for now."

Tan Wenjie took out the baked snails he had "packaged", wrapped in a handkerchief on the dining table. It was sticky when he opened it.

The man swallowed subconsciously, his eyes fixed on the baked snails.

Using delicious food to seduce me? Really... huh?

A ghostly figure appeared.

The man had never seen such an ugly ghost, with a muscular body but very short, and a long pointy face and a pointy head.

"Finally I was let out." The muscular dwarf was very proud after landing, and he curled his nose, "What's that smell?"

Tan Wenjie brought the baked snails to him and said, "How do you feel about this?"

"It smells so good, is it for me?" The muscular dwarf looked at the baked snails eagerly.

"Eat."

He himself doesn't like eating human parts, but he has no psychological burden in feeding the muscular dwarf as a test subject. If something goes wrong, he will chop the muscular dwarf to pieces with one knife.

The muscular dwarf swallowed the baked snail in one gulp and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"what--"

"Oh, I gained experience, and also some resentment." Tan Wenjie was a little surprised when he saw the muscular dwarf ghost whose strength suddenly exceeded his original level and who inexplicably had a hint of coldness on his body.

"Ho ho ho" the muscular dwarf's breath changed.

"Out of control?"

Tan Wenjie grabbed the machete and was about to wake him up physically when he saw the muscular dwarf raise his hands: "Wait! Don't chop! I'm fine!"

He sneered: "I'm just kidding you."

"How do you feel?"

"It seems to be stronger."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and pointed his sword finger at the muscular dwarf.

puff--!
The muscular dwarf ran around the room like a deflated balloon, and finally fell to the ground with a droopy look on his face.

That trace of resentment also disappeared.

"Become stronger?" Tan Wenjie was surprised. "No."

The muscular dwarf dared to be angry but dared not speak. No, he didn't even dare to be angry. He had just been poked with a finger, so he skipped the part of saying harsh words. It was just a meaningless way of venting his anger, so it was not important. It was definitely not that he was afraid of Tan Wenjie!
The dinner party of the Ghost Story Association is an important part, and members can eat "delicacies" with resentment, and gain resentment and certain things just like the muscular dwarf.

Wealth? Immortality? Power? Or eternal power?

Tan Wenjie walked up to the man and placed the machete across his neck.

Even though he has many powerful means, he still feels that the machete is the most convenient to use, whether it is to kill ghosts or to threaten.

"Have you ever heard of the saying, 'You can't live, you can't die?'"

He tapped the man's cheek lightly with the blade of the machete, swelling up half of his gentle face. The resentment in his body, which was not much, turned out to be like sticky black mud, and began to boil under the beating of the machete filled with murderous aura.

The only difference is that unlike ordinary ghosts which would flee after encountering evil spirits, both sides are evenly matched.

People with evil spirits are bad people and ghosts dare not to offend them.

Ghosts with grudges are called evil ghosts...Tan Wenjie has already seen ghosts with grudges such as Chu Renmei and the female ghost Xiaodie.

"Can I swallow the resentment in his body?" Tan Wenjie turned to look at the muscular dwarf, who kept shaking his head.

"Then forget it, just kill him."

It's not that difficult to kill someone and destroy the body.

"Wait!" the man finally spoke.

"I have heard of Hua Yuemei's name, and I heard that it was the name prepared for the election for president. However, the candidate is not in Asia now, and he will definitely come back for the next election."

"I don't know that person. He looks very young. Among the association members, appearance does not represent the actual age."

Tan Wenjie asked: "When did you join the association as a member?"

"a year ago."

"Do you know whose story the stand-in is about?"

"I don't know." He looked blank. "Everyone will keep their stories to themselves."

Tan Wenjie has destroyed the "stand-in", so the story naturally ends in failure.

“Why tell a story?”

people of the same taste?

When Tan Wenjie was listening to the story, he didn't notice any earth-shaking changes. At most, some people with resentment became very excited.

But what does this mean?

"If you tell a story that's great, you can become the guild president. I just know that the better the story, the more likely you are to be recognized, eat delicious food, and even become the guild president, which has more privileges."

"You can't do it either." Tan Wenjie tapped the other person's cheek with the knife again.

A typical example of a person who knows nothing about anything. "Does becoming the president require a vote from the members?" Tan Wenjie suddenly thought of something.

"Correct."

"Are all the people I met today members and can vote?"

"Yes."

He asked again to make sure: "Need to tell a story that will satisfy them and make them willing to vote?"

"Yes."

Tan Wenjie bent down: "I want to run for president... You will vote for me, right?"

The man swallowed. “Of course.”

"Thank you." Tan Wenjie said very seriously.

The man was stunned. He felt like something was wrong.

Tan Wenjie: “Say thank you!”

"Ah...thank you!"

Tan Wenjie used "Lei Zhe" to plant a mine on the opponent.

"Remember to vote for me next time. You don't want to be struck by lightning and turned into charcoal, right?"

The man said with a sad face: "Thank you?"

"I'm threatening you, you idiot!" Tan Wenjie shook his head. "You're really hopeless. What story are you going to tell next time?"

"I'm going to imitate the Raincoat Killer."

That means you are preparing to kill someone.

"No wonder you haven't made any progress after a year." Tan Wenjie did not hesitate to complain about the other party.

Looking at Hua Yuemei's entangled past and present life, as well as the stand-in and so on, it is extremely terrible that she herself ends up committing the murder.

According to his speculation, it may take extreme emotional changes to lead to the emergence of urban legends and produce resentment, and the fear brought by murder is not enough.

"It would be more horrible if you were running naked on the street without clothes on."

The man said cautiously: "Can you change it?"

"You negotiate terms with me."

"sorry."

"No need to prepare a new story." Tan Wenjie waved his hand, "Next time, fully support me as the person in charge, and I promise that you won't explode suddenly."

"Thank you!" This time the man thanked him sincerely.

Being forced to run naked is horrible.

The man was in a daze until he was let go by Tan Wenjie.

The night wind blows, and it seems like a lifetime ago.

The resentment that was everywhere in his body also became quiet because of Tan Wenjie's thunder.

Tan Wenjie, who was also leaving for a hurry, could wave to him and then send out a thunder.

Boom! The broken tree was as uneasy as the man's mood.

……

"You said you wanted to run for president of the Ghost Story Association?"

Smurf shouted in surprise.

After a brief investigation by her and Tan Wenjie, they were basically able to confirm that the Ghost Story Association was a weird organization that deliberately created urban legends.

Their purpose is to make up stories and create urban legends to make people feel terrified and creepy, and then reap something, which eventually turns into resentment and is then served on the table for tasting.

The association has mastered methods such as "reincarnation" and "substitute", which can perfectly circumvent the punishment of God, and the length of life is at their fingertips.

There are gods suppressing them above their heads, which means they can only hide their heads and show their tails.

When people get more things and have more things to play with, they can only try to do more perverted things.

Although Tan Wenjie did not eat the baked snails, it was not difficult to tell from the muscular dwarf's performance at the time that the thing must be very delicious, not to mention that it was a delicacy mixed with resentment.

"Yes."

Tan Wenjie sat on the sofa and politely grabbed the Smurf's foot that was placed on his leg.

The toes wrapped in socks moved gently, like a kitten spreading its claws.

His favorite thing is to rub the pads on the cat's paws.

"Silk in pants?" Tan Wenjie finally reacted.

The Smurf had been wearing long pants just now, but when he took action, he discovered something else.

The Smurf drew back his feet.

"Let's get down to business!"

Isn't this positive enough?
"The Ghost Story Association holds meetings at irregular intervals, but the frequency has increased recently. Every time they hold a meeting, they create an urban legend. Even if I don't run for president, they will still stir up trouble. There will be more and more incidents like Hua Yuemei's."

The emergence of an urban legend will not end with the death of one person, just like Yu Huiqi's stand-in, even if the story ends, they will continue to cycle endlessly.

"What are you going to do?"

"Appeal to their emotions, explain their reasoning, and then tell a ghost story that all members can agree with."

"Can I come along?" the Smurf asked.

"Of course, we are good brothers! If good brothers ask, I will definitely help."

"Hey wait, we are good brothers, why are you tearing my socks?!"

"I'm your good brother too, just say hello."

"Wait, pants!"

"I want jeans!"

The milkman has gone in and the eggman is still outside knocking on the door.

The Smurfs were yawning at people who didn't follow their work schedules.

Three poles in the sun.

When Smurf got up, he found that Tan Wenjie had already developed the photos he had secretly taken last night.

"Help me." Tan Wenjie held up the photo. "The information should be easy to investigate. These people are not simple. I have seen several of them in the newspaper."

"Are they all members?" Smurf drove away and hid in the distance last night, not daring to approach without permission.

After the members left, they all got into their respective cars, and since it was dark at night, not many people were seen.

"Yes."

Tan Wenjie nodded.

"I hope they can support me as the person who speaks up."

Telling stories? He's not one to follow rules.

Since the person who gets the most support from members after telling the story can become the next president of the Ghost Story Association, canvassing for votes before the game is more important than the content of the story.

"Brothers."

"Wait a minute, I definitely can't do it today!" The Smurf retreated repeatedly.

The bastard who doesn't care about feelings, he said he was getting along well with his brothers, but he really stood up and kicked.

Rainfall erodes cultivated land causing loss of soil nutrients.

"No, Fengyoujing called me just now and told me that I need to go meet Li Qiang. I want you to help me find the location of these people so that I can go to their homes for an interview."

"I'm going too!" Although the Smurf is not very good at it, he is unwilling to miss the crucial part.

Tan Wenjie lowered his eyes.

"What's that look?" The Smurf was annoyed. "Okay, I'll help you find these people."

"Next time I'll take you to the holiday home where people committed suicide by burning charcoal. It will definitely be more interesting there."

"you said!"

"Of course." Tan Wenjie stood up and straightened his clothes. He was going to meet Aunt Mei's nephew, Uncle Li.

"and many more."

The Blue Elf came over, pecked him quickly on the lips, and warned him: "Be careful, remember to call Master Zhang if there is any danger."

"Lao Zhang? Forget it, he's dying." He didn't seem to react.

It is true that good brothers help each other, but the two sides quarrel a lot and have never had a serious kiss.

"Let's go." Tan Wenjie turned and left.

The Smurf looked at him expectantly, but there was no other reaction until he pushed the door open and went out. The expectation in his eyes turned into disappointment.

The door that was about to close suddenly opened again.

"You didn't brush your teeth!"

"roll!"

"wait me back."

Bang! The door closed.

"okay."

Tan Wenjie, who was going downstairs, touched his lips and said, "Why do some people always want to get my body and my heart? Fortunately, I am a durian person."

He has many places in his heart, and can have many people.

(End of this chapter)