The young driver's beautiful boss

The Flower Taoist waved his whisk, smiling, but his smile sent chills down one's spine.

Tang Bei felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been seen through.

"Neuropathy!"

Tang Bei feigned composure, "You stinky Taoist priest, don't try to fool me!"

"I won't fall for that. Trying to scam me? No way!"

He turned around and wanted to leave.

I feel like the other person is too weird, and I'm worried I'll get taken advantage of!

But Hua Daoren wouldn't let it go and blocked Tang Bei's way.

"Young man, I can see it. You have a female ghost on you, and a top-tier one at that!"

"I love so much!"

"She's under a contract with you, so why don't you give her to me?"

Tang Bei quickly distanced himself from him.

This person is terrifying!

He can actually see right through me!

"Who are you?" Tang Bei demanded. "What do you want?"

"I told you, I want the female ghost inside you."

The Flower Taoist priest, still smiling, said, "I really like her. Give her to me!"

"If you give it to me, I won't make things difficult for you; I'll even give you benefits. But if you refuse me, I'll turn you into a ghost!"

"My methods are quite ruthless, so don't push me."

Qi Jing saw that they were on the verge of war, but he was thinking about the Longevity Pill.

Once I master the Longevity Pill, I will surely become the heir of the Qi family.

Qi Jia will soar to great heights!

"Hua Daoren, don't do anything reckless," Qi Jing said.

When Hua Daoren was stopped by Qi Jing, his smiling expression remained unchanged, but a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He put away the yellow talisman in his hand, draped his whisk over his arm, turned to look at Qi Jing, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Young Master Qi, what do you mean by this?"

Qi Jing pulled him aside and lowered his voice: "Hua Daoren, I have a use for this person, don't touch him."

"Useful?" The Flower Daoist glanced sideways at Tang Bei's direction. "The female ghost on him is an absolute gem—deeply resentful, full of spiritual energy, and of excellent appearance. It's the first time in all these years I've seen one that I find so pleasing to the eye. And you're telling me to let go with just a few words?"

"Listen to me." Qi Jing pulled him a few steps away, lowering his voice even further. "The Longevity Pill is in his hands. That thing can prolong life. If you sell one, you can get at least this much."

He made a gesture, and the Flower Taoist's eyes were filled with greed.

"Don't touch him yet. I'll find a way to make him one of us. Then the longevity pill will be mine, and I'll give you the female ghost. It'll be a win-win situation."

The Flower Taoist stroked his sparse beard, squinted, and thought for a moment.

He turned to look at Tang Bei, then back at Qi Jing, "Become one of us? Young Master Qi, you'd better keep your word."

"Of course it counts."

Hua Daoren suddenly smiled, but there was something about that made people very uncomfortable.

He leaned close to Qi Jing's ear and said in a light, airy voice, "Young Master Qi, to be honest, I have a way."

Qi Jing's eyes flickered. "What method?"

"He has a ghost contract with him; the female ghost is bound to him. As long as you sever the connection between him and the female ghost and implant a new contract mark, he will obey your every command."

Hua Daoren tapped his palm twice with the handle of his whisk. "However, this method takes time. We can't rush it. Keep him calm and find an opportunity for me to contact him alone. I can plant the Gu within three days."

Qi Jing's smile deepened.

He nodded, patted the Flower Taoist on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Tang Bei remained standing in place, with Qi Yue huddled behind him. Her ghostly aura was completely suppressed, but Tang Bei could feel her trembling.

The fear that surged from the depths of his soul was even stronger than when Qi Tian died.

Looking at Qi Jing's gentle and refined face, he felt a wave of nausea rising in his stomach.

Qi Jing walked over and bowed slightly to Tang Bei, making a very polite gesture.

"Mr. Tang, I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Master Hua has a strange temper, please don't take it to heart. This was a misunderstanding. Please leave now."

Tang Bei looked at him, then glanced at the smiling Hua Daoren beside him, and said nothing more.

He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

"Master." Qi Yue's voice rang in his mind, trembling violently, "That Qi Jing, it's him... He's even more terrifying than Qi Tian. He's the one who summoned Qi Tian back then, the night I died..."

Tang Bei didn't interrupt her, but slowed down and listened to her finish speaking in fits and starts.

That night, Qi Tian got drunk and called Qi Jing to ask him to come and help.

When Qi Jing arrived, he not only didn't stop Qi Tian, ​​but also helped to hold her down.

Afterwards, Qi Tian dared not kill anyone; it was Qi Jing who did it.

"Master," Qi Yue's voice trailed off, "you promised me."

"I remember," Tang Bei said. "I will handle Qi Jing's matter, but not now. That Taoist priest is not simple. He can see through your presence and sense ghostly energy."

Qi Yue remained silent for a while, then the yin energy gently approached and rested on his shoulder.

It felt weightless, but Tang Bei felt a cool warmth, as if someone had placed their hand on his shoulder.

"Okay," Qi Yue said. "I believe you."

Tang Bei took out his phone, found Gu Tian's number, and dialed it.

After the call connected, he didn't waste any words. "Gu Tian, ​​Qi Tian is dead. He was hacked to death. He died a horrible death."

Gu Tian was silent for three seconds on the other end. "Who did it?"

"I don't know, but Qi Jing was there, and he brought a Taoist priest with him, the kind who specializes in exorcising ghosts."

Tang Bei paused for a moment, "That Taoist priest can see through Qi Yue's presence; he wants to take Qi Yue away from me."

"Holy shit," Gu Tian cursed, "That female ghost is one of yours?"

"She's my friend," Tang Bei said. "Could you help me investigate? I have a feeling that Qi Tian's death is related to Gu Qiushui."

"it is good."

Gu Tian then reminded him, "Be careful of Qi Jing. I've met that guy a few times; he's a smiling tiger, much more cunning than Qi Tian."

Meanwhile, in the basement of a detached villa in the north of the city, Zhao Jiang was sitting in a rattan chair, twirling a folding knife in his hand.

He was in his early fifties, as thin as a bamboo pole, with high cheekbones and sunken eyes, looking like a sick man.

But his fingers were very steady. As the folding knife flew between his fingers, the blade drew a cold white arc of light without ever touching his skin.

Gu Qiushui stood in front of him.

She looked Zhao Jiang up and down and asked, "Qi Tian is dead, Mei Se, are you coming back?"

"Yes, we're coming back!"

Zhao Jiang handed her a file folder containing the transfer agreement for Meise.

It has Qi Tian's autograph.

"Qiushui, I'm your father, I won't hurt you!"

"Yes, I believe you."

"Good daughter."

Zhao Jiang said excitedly, "Then let's discuss this now. You help me lure Gu Yifei out; I want to kidnap her!"

"She's the current head of the Gu family. If we kidnap her, the Gu family will be at our mercy!"

"Qiu Shui, I will help you become the head of the Gu family. Are you willing to listen to me?"

"I do!" Gu Qiushui's face was filled with madness.