"Xiao Luo, this is your friend's thing last time. See if there is anything you can use it! Or... or don't go tonight. Wait for a few days, at least when Feng Lei comes back, I'll let him go with you!"

Zhang Xiaoluo came over and took a look at the cloth bag, then looked up at the worried Shi Shengnan, slowly stood up, and looked directly at Shi Shengnan's beautiful eyes that seemed to be about to burst into tears.

"Are you worried about me?"

Zhang Xiaoluo's face rarely showed a trace of seriousness, and the tip of his nose almost touched Shi Shengnan's long eyelashes, and he asked softly.

"Um!"

Shi Shengnan bit his lips, looked at Zhang Xiaoluo's clear gaze, and replied softly.

"That's right. You have a conscience, it's not in vain that I'll help you! I don't want to go tonight, but someone is racing against me! Moreover, today is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the day when the ghost gate in the underworld is open, hundreds of ghosts are walking in the night. I'm afraid that Wang Xian won't wait for tomorrow!"

Zhang Xiaoluo retracted his gaze at Shi Shengnan, and a scoundrel smile appeared on his face again. While speaking, he picked a few things from the bag and kicked them into his arms.

"Then...then I'll go with you!"

Shi Shengnan hesitated for a while, reached out and touched the gun holster on his waist, looking at Zhang Xiaoluo who had been cleaned up and was about to go out.

"Don't make a fuss! There may be a fierce battle tonight. You'd better be at home and sleep honestly! If you really can't sleep, check which hotel is nearby with high quality and low price. By the way, it's best to have a distinctive couple room..."

Zhang Xiaoluo smiled and rejected Shi Shengnan, and slowly disappeared into the darkness outside the house with his head hanging down.

Shi Shengnan looked at Zhang Xiaoluo's back disappearing and sat back on the sofa weakly. She gently wiped the corners of her wet eyes, rubbed the slightly cold gun holster on her waist, hesitated for a while, stood up and walked out of the criminal police office.

On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, Buddhists call it "Ullamban Festival", also known as Zhongyuan Festival, which is the traditional "Ghost Festival". It is said that during the Ghost Festival, the underworld will open the door to the ghost prison, and all ghosts will come out together, and there will be grievances and revenge and wishes to fulfill their wishes. Therefore, the people have always said that "the ghosts run around in the middle of July". On this day, the people mostly prepared incense, candles, paper money, and went to the graves to worship, so that the souls of the ancestors could rest in peace and shelter future generations.

Zhang Xiaoluo is still not sure whether the mysterious man with high hat was Gao Song. But he knew that no matter whether the other party was Gao Song or not, there would be a resentful ghost to ask Wang Xian for his life at midnight. Either Gao Song or Jiang Meng, or the two ghosts came together!

Zhang Xiaoluo has to face some things he has been deliberately ignoring tonight, the ghosts of Meng Jing and Yuan Yincheng! Meng Jing died tragically, and Yuan Yincheng committed suicide because he could not bear the torture. Zhang Xiaoluo would never believe that the couple was willing to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Zhang Xiaoluo walked in the dark streets and alleys with the incense and candles swaying and paper dust, while reaching out to touch the Tianpeng ruler in his arms, with a trace of fierceness flashing in his eyes.

"It's too slow to fulfill your wishes for ghosts! I'm going to do a big vote tonight!"

When Zhang Xiaoluo came to the entrance of the community where Wang Xian lived, Wang Xian had already stood at the entrance of the community for a long time. Behind Wang Xian were several bodyguards in black clothes, wearing sunglasses and holding baseball bats.

"Nothing!"

Zhang Xiaoluo blamed Wang Xian quietly and walked towards Wang Xian's villa. If finding a few bodyguards can make Wang Xian feel a little more at ease, then let him do it.

"The poor and the rich are like flies and dung beetles. Before I fucking enough, you started playing, this dog-day reality!"

Zhang Xiaoluo thought angrily and stepped into Wang Xian's villa.

There were also two men holding baseball bats standing outside the door. When Zhang Xiaoluo saw him step forward, he quickly lifted the cold weapon in his hand and placed it on his chest, as if Wang Xian had just spoken and immediately served him.

Wang Xian hurriedly drank two bodyguards, reached out and pushed the door to invite Zhang Xiaoluo into the house and sat in the living room. He ordered the people behind him to stand in every corner of the house, and then walked over with a bottle of high-quality red wine and two goblets.

"I can't tell that Boss Wang has taken life and death lightly, and she is still Yaxing drinking!"

Zhang Xiaoluo swept around the house, and except for the bodyguards holding baseball bats that were slightly annoying, he found nothing unusual.

Wang Xian showed bitterness on his face, sat down beside Zhang Xiaoluo, poured two half glasses of red wine, handed it to Zhang Xiaoluo, picked up one, raised his head and drank it all.

"Mr. Zhang laughed! I, Wang Xian, have been struggling in the business world for many years. I have suffered hardships and enjoyed the blessings I should enjoy. I have taken what I should take and what I should not take! Even if I die tonight, I will not lose money!"

Zhang Xiaoluo gently shook the wine glass in his hand. The half glass of red wine rippled in the cup. The mellow wine radiated the crystal clear wine glass red, like a layer of gauze soaked in bright red.

"Boss Wang said it earlier. I can bring you a few boxes of sleeping pills from the hospital. If you eat too much of that thing, it will work better than red wine!"

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Wang Xian's slightly awkward face, stood up and walked to the door, reached out to take out a small copper bell from his arms, and hung it behind the door.

"Where is Gao Yaoyao, who loves fitness in your family?"

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly realized that he had already ordered Wang Xian to call Gao Yaoyao home? If Gao Yaoyao is not here tonight, there may be many more troubles!

"Mr. Zhang is here, you come out!"

Wang Xian shouted far to the bedroom, then poured half a glass of red wine again, and tilted his head to drink.

The bedroom door opened with a creaking sound. Gao Yaoyao, wearing a pink silk nightgown, walked out of the bedroom slowly. She glanced at Zhang Xiaoluo who was staring at her with a smile, then walked to Wang Xian and sat down, lowered her head and said nothing.

Gao Yaoyao was wearing a nightgown that was only above her knees. As she sat down, the nightgown was pulled up a little, revealing her white thighs.

Zhang Xiaoluo was powerless to resist the spring light that seemed to be exposed inadvertently, and remembered the regular friction between the iron cabinet and the floor that he heard in the gym coach's locker room that day. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and turned to the open-air balcony beside him.

The theory of ghosts and gods is deeply rooted in the bones of the people! Looking at the clusters of paper fires below that are emitting the faint fragrance of incense, candles, Zhang Xiaoluo couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"All living beings worship the dead in order to seek peace for their children. Isn't the Yin-Yang Yin-Yang Master the last wall of the world protecting sentient beings from bullying from evil ghosts?"

A cold wind wrapped in paper ash blew, and everyone in the house couldn't help but tremble. It was said that the city of J in July should not be so cold, maybe today's days are different.

Zhang Xiaoluo returned to the living room from the balcony, put down the red wine in his hand, and sat opposite Gao Yaoyao again.

"Ms. Gao, Cai Qin asked me to tell you that she is very grateful for the incense money you offer!"
Chapter completed!