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Chapter 229: It doesn't look like a legitimate sect

"Top you a lung!"

Young Master Zhang looked at the disappearing figure and thought to himself: I knew this guy is unreliable.

The last bit of resentment left by the female ghost is no longer worth mentioning. Without the 2000 years of resentment brought by the charcoal, she is just a mentally ill mistress with a somewhat extreme personality.

Tan Wenjie, who had returned, killed it with one knife. He didn't bother to listen to any grudges or hatreds with relatives and creditors. It was just an evil ghost that killed people. Nothing else mattered. He just chopped it off.

It would be truly insane to try to reason with a radical person like her.

"Sorry, I'm used to it when I'm catching ghosts with my fellow Taoist friends." Tan Wenjie once again explained why he turned around and ran away.

He really didn't mean it, he was just used to having others take the lead.

What kind of people are your fellow Taoists? They don’t seem to be from a legitimate sect.

When the two found Smurf and Xiao Ming again, they were holding the Five Thunder Talismans in their hands and preaching to a group of purple-faced ghosts in front of them.

The picture is very harmonious... if you ignore the fact that a Five Thunder Talisman is thrown out every once in a while, giving a random disobedient friend a Soul-Small Scattering Ticket.

"It's over. Collect the ghosts and leave."

It was impossible for Tan Wenjie to take out so much plastic wrap to capture all the ghosts, but he appealed to their emotions and reasoned with them, and the ghosts led by Qin Gui decided to follow them and leave, seeking salvation and liberation.

When they returned to their residence, Daizi Shuai and the others were still huddled in the living room.

They held the talisman tightly in their hands and ignored the four people who came back.

Tan Wenjie nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's all right now."

I didn't expect this group of people to be so obedient. If you had been so obedient earlier, you would have been invincible in horror movies.

"Don't try to fool us!" said Dazishuai.

"what?"

Could it be that these people have gone crazy after encountering a ghost? Tan Wenjie carefully observed that there was not a single ghost left here.

He might be mentally ill. Mentally ill people are so pitiful, and he feels very sympathetic.

Tan Wenjie sniffed, with a strange expression: "What's that smell? Don't you know how to go to the toilet?"

His eyes swept over the trousers of several people.

No one's pants were wet, so why was there such a strong smell.

"You're trying to trick us into leaving again! I peed in the fish tank, I definitely won't be fooled, hahahaha, you didn't expect that."

Tan Wenjie:?

Looking at the fish still swimming happily in the yellow bathtub, Tan Wenjie took a half step back to distance himself from these people, especially the Daizi Shuai who was happily showing off. He didn't expect that this guy would have such a weird quirk.

and!

What a cruel heart! What did the fish do wrong? Why did it do this?

He finally asked, "Are you really not going with me?"

Everyone nodded: "I won't leave even if you kill me!"

Tan Wenjie: "Okay, let's go."

It just so happens that they have to travel with a large number of ghosts on this journey. Although these ghosts are very obedient, it is better for ordinary people to avoid traveling with ghosts as much as possible.

The four of them packed up briefly and turned to leave.

Everyone looked at the departing figure and let out a long sigh.

"One more time to make it through."

"The ghost is so cunning, but I feel that he pretended to be very convincing this time."

"Yes."

"I am so hungry."

"Me too."

"Or eat the fish?"

"There's no fire."

"Then eat sashimi."

Everyone: "..."

Turning around to look at the fish swimming happily in the fish tank, they should have been marinated.

Finally, another person broke the silence: "Wait a little longer, I can still go hungry for another day, it's okay."

"Master Tan and Master Zhang, when can you destroy the ghosts and rescue us?"

Master Tan, who had been waited for impatiently by Dai Zishuai, had already left by boat.

"I've already called my uncle, and the police will be here to investigate soon." Smurf said, putting down the phone.

The police already have their own set of procedures for handling incidents related to ghosts. Although they are not stated explicitly or written into the manual, everyone knows them.

They just need to report it and wait for arrangements, and they don’t need to worry about the rest.

"Uncle said that he is interested in contacting you to see if we can cooperate." Smurf said again.

"Of course." Tan Wenjie did not refuse.

It's a good thing to catch ghosts, but no one can get it even if they rush to do it. Please give me more.

When Tan Wenjie and Zhang Dashao dealt with the ghosts and locked them all in the wine jar, it was already evening when they left Zhang's house.

The cell phone started to vibrate non-stop.

He answered the phone casually.

"Is it Tan Wenjie?"

The voice was disguised as sweet, but as a man with a rich emotional history, Tan Wenjie could tell at once that the other party was trying to trick him into admitting it and then settle the score with him later.

He dares to show off his skills in front of an expert.

"Mosimoxi?"

"Why is it a foreigner? Isn't this Tan Wenjie's number?"

"Mosimoxi?"

"Sorry, ah no, Private Marseille."

After hanging up the phone, Tan Wenjie glanced at his phone.

"With this IQ, you still want to settle accounts with me? Learning a foreign language is really important. Wait, I am very restrained in this world and I don't have any casual relationships with men and women."

I was too cautious. At the same time, in an apartment.

Cissy looked at her phone, then looked at Xiao Ming sitting opposite her.

"Is this the correct number? Why is the person who answered the phone a Japanese?"

Xiao Ming was puzzled: "It should be correct...right."

He picked up the phone beside him and dialed, and the call was soon connected.

"This is me, Xiao Ming... It's like this... Yes, I want to treat you to a meal... Thank you... Yes, that's right... Okay."

The phone hangs up.

"Did you dial the wrong number?"

"Brother Jie may not have recognized who you are." Xiao Ming thought of an explanation.

He felt that the more likely possibility was that Tan Wenjie did not like Cissy and had previously considered her a liar, so it would be strange for him to be nice to her.

Cissy is definitely a top beauty, but Tan Wenjie remained calm when facing her, and even pretended to be a foreigner and hung up the phone directly.

I can only say that Brother Jie is worthy of being Brother Jie.

……

Chef Andrew has never left Hong Kong Island. He is very grateful to Tam Man Kit for giving him a chance to live his life.

"I am no longer a human being?"

Because the president, Tan Wenjie, doesn't know many foreign languages, Andrew, who always maintains his original style, has to adapt to the local customs.

He studied the language like crazy during this time.

After acquiring the language ability to communicate basically, he stumbled over and chatted with the president, Tan Wenjie.

What was waiting for Andrew was not new ingredients or a new recipe, but Tan Wenjie's raised index finger, telling him a "good news".

"I'm really not a human being anymore?" Andrew wondered, then broke down, "Then why should I learn Chinese?"

Whether you kill yourself or let yourself go, there is no need for you to learn a language.

Soon Tan Wenjie gave the answer.

"Because I forgot about you." Tan Wenjie flipped through the information, "But you are good at Chinese."

Learn Chinese, just to chat with you and hear you say with my own ears that I was fired?

It's really fucking stupid.

So cheap!

Tan Wenjie: "You're welcome. I distinguish between public and private matters, and my compliments to you are sincere."

"Can I leave now?" Andrew asked.

"Who said that."

Tan Wenjie held up the documents and paused on the table.

"You killed so many people and cooked like crazy, and you still want me to let you go?"

Andrew shuddered and his body twitched as if he was urinating.

You might as well forget about me completely. Learning Chinese is good. I love learning.

"Relax." Tan Wenjie stood up and slowly walked towards the chef, with a machete in his hand. "It's normal for your neck to feel cold. There may be a little wound, but I have prepared a Band-Aid for you in advance."

Tan Wenjie took out a Band-Aid and handed it to Andrew. Then, under Andrew's trembling gaze, he grabbed the knife with both hands and slashed at the air.

"Hey ha!" "Ha!" "Puff!"

He was dubbing with his mouth while chopping, and it looked like the force was enough to chop off the head directly.

Andrew hurriedly said: "President, as long as you don't kill me, I can do anything."

"Are you really okay with anything?" Tan Wenjie stopped spinning the knife.

His chopping has been integrated with calligraphy, and he is studying how to carve words on his forehead. Andrew is sweating profusely when he sees this, and he keeps raising his hand to wipe the sweat off with his sleeve.

"real!"

"Then you commit suicide."

"what?"

"See, I know you're lying to me."

Andrew simply knelt on the ground, holding the Band-Aid with his one arm, and said, "As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything."

"And you're adding your own conditions? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for me?"

As he spoke, Tan Wenjie put down the machete and took out the electric saw to demonstrate. The wildly spinning saw chain irritated Andrew's nerves.

When my whole body was cold, my pants suddenly felt warm, and the warmth reached my knees.

It feels so nice to be warm.

Tan Wenjie twitched his nose and looked grim.

This world is so malicious towards people with a good sense of smell. I'll enjoy the fart first.

"I'm serious. I can do anything." Andrew, who was feeling the warmth under his crotch, confirmed again.

It was warm and reassuring, and he felt that his speech had become much more coherent.

Andrew knew very well that in the current situation, the most important thing was to save his life. Suffering was nothing as long as he didn't die.

Under the chef's gaze, Tan Wenjie took out a small ball wrapped in plastic wrap.

Just by tearing a hole in the plastic wrap ball slightly, the strong resentment inside rushed out.

“Can it be made into a dish?”

Tan Wenjie saw clearly that the resentment from the ghosts could not be transformed well after being absorbed. It might even be like the red-clothed female ghost, where the resentment was incompatible with itself.

However, the chef of the Ghost Story Association is different and is very good at handling ingredients.

"This may be a bit difficult." Andrew said in confusion.

"Difficult? I..." Tan Wenjie just found the table and stretched out his hand.

Andrew immediately said: “But I can handle it, I can make fish soup!”

Glancing at the soup where Andrew was standing, Tan Wenjie knocked on the table: "No fish soup! Also, mop the floor!"

You people who don't like going to the toilet are so disgusting.

(End of this chapter)