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Chapter 318 Ghost is scary

Xu Jiadong has been in high spirits recently. At the age of over 50, he unexpectedly has a son.

This really surprised him.

He was just playing with this woman, Yang Yunxiu. He could play with her and use her however he wanted. He didn't feel bad about it because she was someone else's wife after all.

But he didn't expect that the other party actually gave birth to a son for him.

He himself found it unbelievable, but the paternity test clearly told him that the child was indeed his.

At Xu Jiadong's age, he is actually still quite traditional, and the idea of ​​continuing the family line is deeply ingrained. Although he already has a son, he is probably not much younger than Yang Xiuyun.

But this unexpected child still made him ecstatic.

As the mother of her own child, Yang Yunxiu naturally could not treat her child the same way she did in the past.

So they arranged a house for her and provided her with someone to take care of her.

As for her ex-husband, he didn't care about her at all and treated him as air.

However, he has always been a cautious person, so in order to prevent Yan Zicong from doing anything desperate, he still strengthened security.

Sure enough, he was right. Yan Zicong came and made a fuss a few times, and then there was no news.

However, Xu Jiadong did not relax, because people either explode in silence or die in silence.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of the other party's explosion, so he specially arranged someone to keep an eye on him.

then--

Yan Zicong's body was found in the morning, and Xu Jiadong found out about it at noon.

The enemy knew the news faster than the family.

"Ha~, he died just like that, so useless."

Xu Jiadong threw the photo on the table with disdain. The photo showed Yan Zicong's body, which had turned white after being soaked. It was discovered in time and had not yet become swollen and unrecognizable.

Xu Jiadong said it with disdain, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

A thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days. Now, the problem has been completely solved.

He picked up the cup, stood up, walked to the water dispenser, and poured himself a glass of water.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind me: "Oh, your body has turned pale from being soaked."

He was very familiar with this voice. He stiffened his body and turned around, only to see Yan Zicong standing where he had just sat.

Seeing him turn his head and look at her, he gave a sinister smile.

"Mr. Xu, good afternoon."

"Yan...Yan Zicong?" Xu Jiadong was full of surprise, and his voice was trembling a little.

Just then, the sound of the water dispenser brought him back to his senses, and he quickly turned around and turned off the water.

At this moment, his mind was full of thoughts, and suddenly an idea emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"Yan Zicong is not dead. This is a trap he set up on purpose..."

Thinking of this, he was no longer afraid. He turned around and was about to curse, but then he felt his hands and feet getting cold because there was no one sitting there.

He looked around the office. It was empty and there was no way there could be any Tibetans.

And this is the 25th floor, and the only exit is the door next to the water dispenser.

At this time he came to his senses and wondered how Yan Zicong got in.
Xu Jiadong stood there for a long time before he came to his senses and returned to his seat tremblingly. However, he first looked down under the table, because this was probably the only place in the entire office where someone could hide.

But the empty space under the table is even more frightening.

Xu Jiadong's blood pressure was already a little high, and after being frightened like this, he felt dizzy all over.

He held on to the chair and it took him a while to come back to his senses. Then he immediately asked someone to come in.

He asked questions and checked the surveillance footage, but from beginning to end, he was the only one in the office and he was just talking to the air.

"Is it because I didn't get enough rest last night?" Xu Jiadong gently rubbed his forehead, wondering if he had a mental problem. However, he didn't dare to stay in the office, so he notified the driver, got up and went downstairs, ready to go home and rest.

It was the afternoon working hours and he was the only one in the elevator.

Xu Jiadong, standing in the elevator, raised his hand to check the time. It was just past three in the afternoon. He hesitated whether he should go and see the child. A newborn baby should always be loved for a while, and he was no exception.

But just as he retracted his wrist, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Xu Jiadong was startled and without time to think, he subconsciously looked back, but saw that there was no one behind him.

Xu Jiadong only felt the blood rushing up, his heart pounding, and his face turned pale.

Fortunately, at this moment, the elevator door opened and he hurriedly staggered out.

"Mr. Xu, what's wrong with you?"

A hand held his wrist. Xu Jiadong screamed in fright and subconsciously pushed the other person away. Then he realized that the person who was holding him was his driver.

"Mr. Xu, are you okay?" The driver Xiao Chen asked with a worried look on his face.

"I... I'm fine..." Xu Jiadong covered his chest and gasped.

His eyes looked around in panic.

The driver Xiao Chen helped Xu Jiadong, who was about to collapse, into the car.

Then he asked, "Mr. Xu, where are we going now?"

"Go...back to the Eight Immortals Temple." Xu Jiadong said.

"Okay." Xiao Chen slowly started the car and drove out of the garage.

Xu Jiadong stroked his chest, stared out the window, and wondered in his heart, had he really encountered a ghost?
At this moment, his eyes suddenly focused and he saw Yan Zicong standing next to a wall pillar, smiling and waving at him.

The car just drove past him, Xu Jiadong quickly turned around to look, but saw that there was no figure under the wall pillar.

"Xiao...Xiao Chen, was there someone standing next to us waving at us just now?" Xu Jiadong said nervously.

"No?" Xiao Chen recalled.

He hadn't noticed just now.

Xu Jiadong looked at the driving recorder in front of the car and said quickly: "Turn on the recorder and go back to have a look."

He is the boss and he has the final say. Xiao Chen turned on the record and rolled back, but no matter how he looked, there was no human figure on the recorder.

Xiao Chen whispered, "Mr. Xu, it's working hours now, and there are usually few people in the garage."

Xu Jiadong said nothing and his face became even paler.

"Go to the Eight Immortals Temple, go to the Eight Immortals Temple, hurry up..." he kept urging.

Seeing the car driving out of the garage, Yan Zicong's figure appeared again, and then turned into a gust of cold wind and whistled away.

When he was alive, he wanted them to die, and now that he is dead, he wants them to live.

Because death would be too easy for them, he wanted to torture them slowly and make them collapse, otherwise he would not be able to get rid of the anger in his heart.

Xu Jiadong went to the Eight Immortals Temple, burned incense, and prayed for talismans. He felt a little relieved when Yan Zicong never showed up again.

At this time, he also received a text message saying that Yan Zicong was indeed dead, having committed suicide. Surveillance cameras captured him jumping into the sea last night.

However, he seemed to have some mental problems. His behavior before his death was very abnormal. He stood on the bridge and talked to himself in a state of confusion.

But Xu Jiadong doesn't care about these. As long as he doesn't come to find him, everything is fine.

"Mr. Xu, where are we going now?"

Xu Jiadong thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to Jingxiu Garden."

That was where Yang Yunxiu and her son lived. He was a little worried and wanted to go over and take a look.

I also prayed for talismans and prayed to the gods for them and sent them over together.

PS: Also~, I should have updated in the morning, but I used to get up at five o'clock every day to write. Now it's too cold and I really can't get up. I'm lazy o(╥﹏╥)o, but the amount of updates will not be small, don't worry.

(End of this chapter)