Chapter 21: Urban Supernatural Story (Red and White Comedy) 21: You Can Get Married…
To put it simply, he calculated it quite clearly.
The commission for Wen Yuxi's salvation is free, but there is still a fee for investigating the fall case at the Normal University Affiliated High School.
Song Qingqing was a little unsure about the fees these Yin-Yang masters and Taoist priests charged for ghost hunting, so she pinched her fingers and asked softly, "Mr. Lin, how much do you usually charge for this kind of commission?"
Lin Hanchuan had already taken Song Qingqing up the stairs, walked to the door to the rooftop, raised his hand and opened the door.
The figure standing in front of Song Qingqing was thin and tall. The wind from the rooftop blew slowly, lifting the corners of his Taoist robe.
Hearing Song Qingqing's clueless question, Lin Hanchuan turned his head to look at her. The strands of hair on his forehead moved slightly, revealing his handsome eyebrows. The dark shadows under his eyes were a little decadent, and he looked unkind.
Song Qingqing, who was one or two steps behind him, was standing below looking at him.
Lin Hanchuan stopped and pondered for a moment. Just when Song Qingqing thought he was thinking seriously about his problem, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly. This smile was like spring water breaking through the ice.
He smiled and shook his head, saying, "You definitely can't afford it. The ritual I'm taking on tonight is for the soul-reincarnation of Zhou Yihe, the King of Medicine of the Zhou Pharmaceutical Group. His eldest son has asked for six million, and they've already prepared the materials for the ritual."
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, looking a little indignant. She thought about the fact that the bonus for completing the mission in this world was only 10 million.
Damn it, she wanted to fight with these rich people.
But thinking about how Lin Hanchuan earned so much but was destined to be short of money, and the more he loved money, the less money he had, Song Qingqing suddenly felt mentally balanced again.
The cold and aloof Taoist priest, who loved money like his life, spoke very humanely for the first time: "It is the duty of those of us who practice Taoism to liberate the souls of these vengeful ghosts who harm the living."
Song Qingqing looked at Lin Hanchuan in surprise, "Really?"
It's rare that he understands human nature so well.
Lin Hanchuan nodded with an extremely upright and serious expression, which was very convincing.
But the next second, he changed the subject, "But if you can't afford it..."
Song Qingqing looked at Lin Hanchuan with his eyelashes drooping slightly. He still looked like the crystal-clear mountain hermit as usual, but there was a hint of ethereality between his eyebrows and eyes, revealing a bit of fragility.
She had never seen such an expression on Lin Hanchuan's face, so she was a little surprised.
When a person who usually keeps to himself and is quiet reveals such a vague and fragile look, it is easier for people to feel pity for him.
But no matter how fragile he was, Song Qingqing felt that what Lin Hanchuan said next was particularly inhumane.
"But if you can't afford it, you can take out a loan first and pay it in installments. It's considered an interest-free loan with me, but the loan format is slightly different."
Lin Hanchuan said this to Song Qingqing with a slight smile on his handsome face.
Song Qingqing: “…”
Before Song Qingqing could say anything, Lin Hanchuan said with a slightly dejected look, "Qingqing, you know, I've been a widower since I was a child. Even my master, who loves me the most, said that I was born with the star of loneliness and was destined to have no wife..."
Song Qingqing still remembered that when Lin Hanchuan told her about his horoscope with five disadvantages and three flaws, he had a completely indifferent expression, which was completely different from his loneliness at this moment. Now it seems that it might have just been a disguise.
Thinking of the scene when she met Lin Hanchuan before, Song Qingqing remembered that every time she met him, he seemed to be incompatible with the surrounding environment, people and things. It’s not that Lin Hanchuan was completely unsociable.
However, he often played the role of a listener with a gentle and distant smile. Lin Hanchuan may have never thought about integrating, nor could he integrate.
Song Qingqing was afraid of saying something wrong and hurting him, so she whispered, "I know."
"Song Qingqing." Lin Hanchuan suddenly called her by her full name very solemnly, walked down the two steps, and looked at her calmly.
"I feel like I like you. I don't know if you can feel it, but marriage is allowed in my sect."
"But I don't know what you think of me, so I want you to try to be with me first, just as a request for this voluntary commission exchange, okay?"
These very straightforward words made Song Qingqing stunned.
Lin Hanchuan had not originally planned to speak to Song Qingqing so directly and quickly. He knew that he was not good at speaking and was used to dealing with strangers with a mask of gentleness and aloofness. He planned to sort out his thoughts and what he wanted to say, and then tell her about this matter in the right place and time.
However, from what he observed, the evil ghost and Shen Zhe beside her had obviously never expressed their feelings to her, but just wanted to tie her up and devour her.
The girl in front of him felt uneasy and scared because she had no idea why they did this.
Lin Hanchuan felt that he could not wait any longer. If they didn't say anything, he would say it first.
So, don't blame him for being the latecomer and taking the legitimate position first. No matter how crazy those two bastards are, they can only be considered mistresses.
This was the first time that Song Qingqing was told so directly that she liked someone, but she knew clearly that this was just a mission world.
This kind of love is like a colorful soap bubble that bursts at the slightest touch.
Does she like Lin Hanchuan?
Song Qingqing didn't know, but he said he could give it a try...
Lin Hanchuan naturally noticed the hesitation on her face, so he patiently coaxed her: "Are you rejecting me?"
Song Qingqing thought seriously for a moment, then shook her head.
She didn't hate Lin Hanchuan, and she quite liked the light and slightly bitter sandalwood scent on him, and she also liked his good looks.
"If you don't mind kissing someone, it means you like them enough. Do you want to try it?"
Lin Hanchuan switched concepts and equated not rejecting with liking, but Song Qingqing did not notice his secretive behavior.
Before Song Qingqing could come up with a conclusion, Lin Hanchuan retreated to advance, "Even if you find out later that you don't like me, we can still be friends. If Qingqing doesn't even want to be friends, then..."
Facts have proved that Lin Hanchuan's trick has always been effective. When he was a child in the Taoist temple, whenever he used this trick, his senior brothers and master would rush to care for him, fearing that his "fragile and young" heart would be hurt.
Sure enough, when the word "good friend" was mentioned, Lin Hanchuan saw the girl's eyes light up slightly.
Song Qingqing looked at him with her clear eyes, "Can we be good friends?"
She seemed completely unaware of how outrageous and...
It doesn’t matter, as long as I can occupy the position first, nothing else matters.
Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, he had no thoughts at all. Lin Hanchuan suppressed the strangeness in his heart and responded softly.
Lin Hanchuan suddenly reached out and held her arm. Before Song Qingqing could say anything, she was silenced by a youthful but irresistible kiss.
The warm and cool breath wrapped around the tip of Song Qingqing's tongue, and Lin Hanchuan's delicate kisses moved all the way up, finally stopping at the tip of her fair and soft ear.
Lin Hanchuan sighed softly, and the faint scent of sandalwood poured into her ears, making Song Qingqing shiver.
"Don't go back on your word."
His clear voice sounded in Song Qingqing's ears, with a hint of indescribable stubbornness.
Song Qingqing's attention was drawn to the figure of the girl who suddenly appeared on the rooftop. She nervously grabbed Lin Hanchuan's hand and said, "Look, there's someone!"
The girl was standing with her back to the rooftop railing which was only two meters away. Her face was pale, her pupils were sharply contracted, and her bloodless lips were opening and closing as if she was saying something to the "person" in front of her.
But there was no one opposite the girl.
"It wasn't me, it wasn't me who pushed you down, it was Yang Lin, it has nothing to do with me!"
She was shouting loudly and waving her arms wildly as she stepped back. It was as if an invisible presence was approaching her step by step.
Lin Hanchuan was naturally aware of the changes behind him, but the expression on his face did not change much, as if he had already expected the scene in front of him. He lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the girl holding his hand.
Song Qingqing's hands are not big, but her fingers are slender and very soft. When she holds someone's hand, she gives people the illusion that he is completely convinced and dependent on her.
Lin Hanchuan lowered his head, leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered to her, "Do you want to see it?"
Song Qingqing looked up at him and nodded.
"think!"
The feeling of being invisible and out of control is very unsettling.
Lin Hanchuan's cold phoenix eyes showed a little smile, and he whispered: "Close your eyes and kiss me, then you can see. I can open the Yin-Yang eyes for you."
He doesn't look like someone who would lie.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then stretched out her arms to hug Lin Hanchuan's neck, stood on tiptoe and gently pecked his thin lips.
When Shen Zhe, who had been waiting at the mission site, rushed to the rooftop from the safe passage on the other side of the rooftop, the first scene that caught his eye was the scene behind the door not far from the rooftop.
Lin Hanchuan, wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, bent down slightly with his head lowered. His expression was gentle, and the coldness between his eyebrows seemed to have been melted away by the spring rain.
The slender and graceful girl had waist-length black hair that fell on her shoulders. Her long, thick eyelashes like crow feathers trembled and then closed. She put her arms around the other person's neck, stood on tiptoe, and carefully offered herself to him.
The picture is strangely harmonious.
Lin Hanchuan casually put his arm around her soft waist, kissed Song Qingqing's lips, raised his other hand, and gently covered her eyes. Her long eyelashes made people's hearts numb and itchy when they swept across the palm of their hands.
He held a green willow leaf between his fingers, still covered with dew.
Song Qingqing only felt a few drops of cold liquid dripping on her eyelids.
Should it be Lin Hanchuan who is giving her the Yin-Yang eyes?
If you really want to open your Yin-Yang eyes, you don't need to kiss him. Just put a willow leaf soaked in dew during the Qingming Festival on your eyelids for a while, and you will be able to see ghosts.
When Shen Zhe saw that scene, his rationality was almost completely shattered by the anger in his heart, but his professional quality was high enough. He took out the walkie-talkie with an expressionless face and arranged the content of the task in a cold voice.
"Team 01, lay out the safe escape air cushions in the calculation area."
"03 rescue team, prepare for first aid."
"04 Information Security Team, block the area and avoid attracting attention."
"Evacuate quickly after the mission is completed."
After making all the arrangements, Shen Zhe took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, not looking at the situation over there, and raised his wrist to look at his watch.
Not knowing what was going on, Shen Zhe frowned as he looked at the running hands on his watch.
Something is not right. This is not a disturbance in the magnetic field that can be caused by a ghost that has been dead for only half a year.
The swaying pointer twisted several times before slowly pointing to the direction of Song Qingqing and Lin Hanchuan.
Shen Zhe looked over with a frown on his face, his eyes slightly frozen.
A tall white figure stood quietly behind Lin Hanchuan, looking at the girl in his arms.
As soon as Song Qingqing opened her eyes, she met the gaze of those bottomless black pupils.
Wen Yuxi's eyes slowly moved and fell on Lin Hanchuan. He tilted his head. Such an action on a ghost was undoubtedly very inappropriate. There was a sense of strange innocence of a teenager.
His beautiful red lips opened, and the voice seemed to ring directly in Song Qingqing's mind, making her scalp numb, and a cold and sticky feeling climbed up from her spine to the top of her head.
"Qingqing, that's him, right?"
"You want him to kill me?"
The young man in white shroud tilted his head and asked Song Qingqing softly and gently.
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