What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

Now he felt that not only was a mask unnecessary, but he didn't even need to bring his phone with him.

Not even a ghost could be seen.

"You're my boss, a shareholder here! To put it more dramatically, this Spirit Realm Mental Health Clinic was opened just for you!" Zhang Zhidong declared in a booming voice.

His eyes were shining, as if he hadn't been affected at all.

"If it's opened for me, does that mean I get all the compensation?"

An Chen was amused.

He always felt that Zhang Zhidong wasn't very bright.

Spirit money is the paper money burned by the living for the deceased.

By burning the ghost money, it can be converted into spirit money used by spirits.

Because the amount of money used for ghost money in the mortal realm has been increasing in recent years, the spiritual currency has also experienced severe inflation.

Previously, spirits could use money for a very long time while waiting in line for reincarnation in the underworld, but now they can only use it for a short period of time.

Spirits that wander the world without going to the underworld save up spirit coins so that they can have a better time while waiting in line for reincarnation.

In the mortal world, one can steal offerings and rob graves, but in the underworld, one cannot do such things.

Although spirit coins are a currency used among spirits and cannot be used by the living, if they are in the hands of An Chen, who can communicate with spirits, they can be burned to generate a portion of luck and energy that only he can use.

It's like getting paid for nothing without doing any work.

“Yes, take it if you want. Ask me for more if you need more. It’s no use for me.” Zhang Zhidong plucked a few hairs from Mao Mao’s head with one hand and pointed to the spirit coins on the ground with the other.

Despite the pain in his head, Mao Maotou looked up at An Chen with a look of utter despair, then lowered his head again.

"They gave these to you willingly?"

An Chen suspected that Zhang Zhidong might have used his golden light and heat to intimidate other spirits, which was why he had so many spirit coins.

Logically speaking, Zhang Zhidong, being a straight man, probably wouldn't be able to handle something like psychological counseling at all.

The number of spirits who risk all sorts of dangers to find him is certainly not large.

If it weren't for this reason, Zhang Zhidong wouldn't have chosen the community entrance as the location.

After standing there for a while, An Chen felt that if he were a little weak, he could get heatstroke, let alone those spirits who could only cool down and were afraid of sunlight.

"That's right! They gave it to me of their own accord!" Zhang Zhidong exclaimed.

"Really?" An Chen didn't believe it.

Zhang Zhidong doesn't seem like the type of person who would seek compensation from spirits.

Rather than having him ask the spirit for payment, An Chen preferred to believe that he would personally deliver the payment to the spirit.

“That’s right! Some of them had just become spirits. They recognized me as Zhang Zhidong and said I was a people’s hero or something. They insisted on giving me spirit coins.”

As he spoke, Zhang Zhidong shook his head in distress.

"As a result, after half a day, I didn't help many spirits, but on the contrary, a large number of spirits came to give me spirit coins before noon..."

He let out a rare sigh.

After a pause, Zhang Zhidong spoke again: "That's right! Since I don't need them, you can take them all and burn them."

An Chen fell silent.

He truly deserves to be called a people's hero; he's absolutely amazing.

……

7:30 p.m.

Pseudo-Capital News Channel:

Thirty minutes ago, Hua Zi (pseudonym), a student staying on campus during the summer vacation, disappeared into thin air on the playground. A security guard nearby inadvertently filmed the whole incident.

At the same time.

"Drip drip."

The phone vibrated.

Jiuge, sitting at the dining table, took out her phone, her expression turning serious.

Chapter 43 The Supernatural Bus

10 PM, outside Changtian Residential Area.

Where did you take him?

After securing the barrier that isolated ordinary people, An Chen used "Fate" to pin the man on the ground who was about to turn into mist, and frowned.

"I don't know, I don't know, I hate him, I hate him! I despise him!" The man trembled, but his expression remained furious.

Within seconds, the black aura between his brows grew even stronger.

Looking at the man in front of her, Jiuge touched the crystal on her waist, looking somewhat troubled.

After hesitating for a moment, she still reached out her hand.

After a few bursts of white light, the black aura on the man's body disappeared.

After a few seconds, the man's entire figure transformed into specks of starlight and vanished.

An Chen glanced at Jiu Ge calmly and said indifferently, "We haven't gotten any clues yet."

"..."

Jiuge didn't speak, she just stared coldly at An Chen.

She didn't understand why An Chen would say that.

The man's form had turned into mist; if it wasn't purified quickly to allow him to reincarnate, he would simply vanish into thin air on the spot.

"What should we do next?" An Chen shrugged and sighed helplessly.

He knew why Jiuge did this, but this mission was too urgent. If he didn't pry something out of the man, the clues might be completely cut off.

“This time he directly made a living person disappear. It’s impossible for a spirit to do that.” Jiu Ge’s expression was very calm, showing no signs of the drastic personality change she had shown when she was with An Chen recently.

When it comes to evil spirits and the safety of the living, she is always rational and decisive.

"And the other spirits are not evil spirits," Jiuge added.

She can roughly predict when and where evil spirits will appear.

But for some reason, Jiuge had no idea what was going on before the association sent out the message.

An Chen nodded.

He could indeed sense that there were no evil spirits in this area anymore.

I thought that with Zhang Zhidong around, evil spirits wouldn't appear in the fake capital for a while, but I was wrong.

Just as she was having dinner, Jiuge received a message from the association instructing her to set out immediately.

As a result, the two of them didn't even finish their meal before taking a taxi over.

“With you here, they probably won’t come out.” An Chen gazed at Jiu Ge’s profile, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He was curious to know what Jiuge would do in this situation.

"Wait until I draw a few formations, then you protect me from the side." Jiuge let out a small breath, her expression somewhat solemn.

The college student who used the pseudonym Hua Zi, who stayed on campus during the summer vacation to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, suddenly disappeared from the playground at 7:30 pm tonight, causing a huge uproar.

If we don't resolve this quickly and find the person, it won't just be a paranormal event anymore; Hua Zi's life might be in danger.

“Okay, go ahead and draw it.” An Chen picked up the “Fate” from the ground and stepped aside.

Open your phone, and the top trending topic on Weibo is about Hua Zi's sudden disappearance.

Numerous netizens left comments below.

Some criticized the school, some refused to believe it, some mentioned ghosts and gods, some talked about aliens, and some thought it was just hype.

In short, the internet is in complete chaos, with a storm of public opinion raging, and the school's reputation is plummeting.

Jiuge paused, then drew a six-pointed star pattern on the ground with her finger.

She crossed her index fingers and began chanting a spell.

Gusts of wind swept towards the magic circle, scattering sand and dust, and making Jiuge's hair a mess.

Five minutes passed, and still no spirits came. The spirits in the vicinity seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Strange," Jiuge muttered softly, her expression unusually flustered.

This is the first time such a situation has occurred.

If we don't hurry, and something happens to Hua Zi...

Thinking this, her palms became slightly sweaty.

"Don't rush." ​​An Chen put his phone back in his pocket.

Scratching his head, An Chen walked over and patted Jiu Ge on the shoulder.

Jiuge didn't react much when she was patted on the shoulder this time.

"I have a way."

An Chen patted Jiu Ge's head and took out a handful of spirit coins from his pocket.

This incident is most likely not an accident, so it cannot be treated as one.

In this situation, it's okay to reveal a little bit of your ability.

"What is this?" Jiuge stared wide-eyed, her expression one of disbelief.

Of course she knew these were spirit coins.

However, generally speaking, spiritual mediums can only look at the spirit coins; as long as they are alive, they cannot touch them.

If nothing unexpected happens, something bad is bound to happen if you encounter it.

"What are you doing?" Jiuge frowned, making a move to knock the spirit coins out of An Chen's hand.