Sister, look at him!

Chapter 230: The tycoon Jin in the urban supernatural novel 4

Wen Guzhi pulled out a copper coin sword from his waist pocket and rushed forward without hesitation, but was stopped by the female ghost's long hair.

So annoying, is this the only trick a female ghost can use? Besides hair, is there nothing else she can do?

He Qingwan rubbed his left hand to remove the black ash stuck on his hand. This ghost was very violent and had killed many people. As He Qingwan thought, this ghost did have an owner.

"Get ready, I'll find you."

He Qingwan's voice was so soft, so soft that only the person controlling the female ghost in the distance could hear it.

Suddenly, the hair that was tied up He Qingwan fell away, and the female ghost retreated backwards in pain as if being grabbed by something.

Wen Guzhi's face suddenly changed. Is there someone stronger coming?

The moon was covered by dark clouds and the world was pitch black. Wen Guzhi could not see anything. He could only judge from the female ghost's painful wails that she was suffering great torture.

I guess he's going to be scared to death.

Wen Guzhi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The female ghost that had seemed so difficult to deal with was dealt with so easily by the newcomer.

"Thank you for your help!" Wen said loudly, but only got a snort of laughter without any emotion.

The dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and the moonlight poured down. Under the hazy moonlight, the long-haired man in a navy blue robe was as handsome as a man.

This is not a Taoist friend, this is also a ghost! And an old ghost at that!

He is so strong that not even a trace of ghost energy can be detected. Even if the master is here, he should not be his match.

A strong sense of unwillingness surged from her heart, and Wen Guzhi's eyes became firmer. She had not yet avenged her master, and she could not die here no matter what. As long as she increased her speed to the extreme, she should be able to escape with Miss He.

[Hebao, don't look back, it's Xuancang. ]

He Qingwan couldn't laugh, [I heard it. ]

A faint scent of agarwood wafted into his face, and the next moment it was covered by a strange cold fragrance. A painful groan was heard, and Wen Guzhi crashed heavily into the car and fell to the ground.

The cold big hand was placed on He Qingwan's cheek, and Xuan Cang said in a low voice, "A-Mi, I finally found you."

[Liuliu, I said before that I would grant him a lifetime of protection under the laws of nature in this world, right? ]

[It stands to reason that he does, but he is a ghost now, and does not belong to the previous life or this life, so he can completely not fulfill his promise. ]

【That's good. 】

He Qingwan looked up at Xuan Cang and said, "I don't care who you are, you hurt my friend."

"Friend?" Xuan Cang was like a child who had done something wrong, "I didn't know she was your friend." He didn't even dare to put his hand on He Qingwan's cheek, "I thought she was going to take you away. Don't be angry with me, A'mi."

"If I don't go with my friend, why would I go with you?" He Qingwan frowned and said arrogantly, "Who are you? You suddenly appeared and called me A-Mi for no reason. I am not A-Mi."

"Don't block the road here." She pushed away Xuan Cang who was blocking her way, walked around to the front of the car and helped Wen Guzhi up.

Fortunately, the car was not damaged and can still be driven.

"A-Mi, I am Xuan Cang, we made an appointment, in the next life..."

The car door slammed shut, He Qingwan stepped on the accelerator, and the pink McLaren sped away through the night, leaving Xuan Cang standing there with a bewildered look on his face.

In the car, Wen Guzhi was still apologizing, "Sorry, Miss He, I made your car dirty."

"It's just a car, it's okay." He Qingwan looked worried, "Are you okay? I felt like something was wrapped around me just now."

"It's an illusion." Wen Guzhi forced a smile, "Ms. He, we have to believe in science. You must be under too much pressure and have an illusion."

"That strange man hurt you. I was afraid that if I stayed any longer he would beat us both, so I ran away." He Qingwan said guiltily, "Don't worry, I will cover all your medical expenses."

Hearing He Qingwan mention Xuan Cang, Wen Guzhi forced himself to cheer up and said, "Miss He, if you see that person next time, run away quickly."

Wen Guzhi believes that there are good ghosts in the world, but she is not sure whether Xuan Cang is one of them, so she can only let He Qingwan stay away for the time being.

"I see." He Qingwan couldn't help but look at Wen Guzhi again and again, "Master Wen, you've been bleeding."

"Don't worry, I can hold on for a while." Wen Guzhi's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Don't sleep, Master Wen, we're almost there. The hospital is just ahead. Don't sleep." He Qingwan drove with one hand and held Wen Guzhi's hand with the other. Although she knew that the protagonist would be fine because of his halo, Wen Guzhi was like this after all because of her, and she couldn't just ignore it.

The pure spiritual power was transmitted to Wen Guzhi through the two people's tightly clasped hands, and Wen Guzhi's mind gradually became clear.

She lowered her head and looked at He Qingwan's hand, and laughed softly, "Miss He, your bracelet is a good thing."

"Don't use honorifics, just call me by my name." He Qingwan talked to her to prevent her from falling asleep, "Do you still remember my name?"

"Name..." Wen Guzhi murmured, "Remember, Qingqing... Miss He's name is Qingqing."

"Yeah, Zhizhi."

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Wen Guzhi felt like she was on the roller coaster her master had described, swaying back and forth for a long time before settling down. The light in front of her eyes stung her and made her feel uncomfortable. She also saw many little people in green clothes walking around. They stood in a circle around her, speaking words she couldn't understand.

She was so sleepy, but Qingqing told her not to sleep. She couldn’t sleep. She had to keep her eyes open. She had to keep her eyes open…

It’s strange, why is it dark? When it’s dark, I can go to sleep.

Wen Guzhi had a dream. She dreamed of her master, who made her a delicious chicken soup. The master said he didn't like chicken legs, so both legs went into her stomach. The chicken legs were really delicious.

"Master..."

A low murmur reached He Qingwan's ears. She lifted the computer from her lap and placed it on the table. She stood up from the sofa and walked to the bedside.

Wen Guzhi didn't know what he was dreaming about, and tears started flowing.

After confirming that Wen Guzhi was fine, He Qingwan called his own hospital and decided to transfer Wen Guzhi to his own hospital as soon as he woke up.

"My dear." Wen Guzhi's voice was slightly hoarse.

He Qingwan was surprised, "Awake? The doctor said you wouldn't wake up until nine o'clock." He Qingwan looked at the watch, "It's only a little after eight o'clock now."

Wen Guzhi smiled and tried to sit up, but accidentally pulled his wound, causing him to grimace.

"Just lie down." He Qingwan hurriedly held her shoulders. "I asked my aunt to make you some pigeon soup. It's just finished and it's still hot. When the nurse comes later, it won't be too hot. Let the nurse feed you."

"Pigeon soup?" Wen Guzhi's eyes were filled with confusion. She was in a low mood. "Qingqing, I want to eat chicken legs."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask Auntie to make it now. After we finish drinking the pigeon soup, we'll go to my hospital and we'll be able to eat it then."

He Qingwan comforted her, "Lie down for a while, the nurse will be here soon."

Wen Guzhi looked at He Qingwan with trust, "Qingqing, you treat me better than my friends."

"Speaking of this, do you have any contact information for someone you know well?" He Qingwan knew from a God's perspective that Wen Guzhi had no parents or relatives, so she naturally couldn't expose other people's scars. But in Wen Guzhi's eyes, they were just friends who had only known each other for a day, and there was no way they could know about her family's affairs.

So He Qingwan could only use a more euphemistic statement. After all, it was not appropriate to not ask anything.

"Only that friend." Wen Guzhi looked a little lonely as if he had found something, "I still remember his phone number."

After entering the number, looking at the three big words on the note, even though He Qingwan already knew it, he had to continue acting, "Zhizhi, is your friend called Qi Guanyi?"

Wen Guzhi was a little surprised, "You also know Qi Guan?"

He Qingwan smiled and didn't respond, "I'll go outside and call him."