Chapter 080 Chapter 80

"Please wait a moment!" An Rand called Li Qingshan again.

Li Qingshan stopped and turned around, looked at him and asked: "Is there anything else?"

"Yes," An Rand smiled awkwardly twice, "I want to ask, did the ghost who saved you appear suddenly, or was he in contact with you before he appeared?"

Li Qingshan replied: "Suddenly."

An Rand stared at him, trying to find a flaw in his expression: "You really have no contact?"

Li Qingshan lowered his eyes and nodded: "Yes, no."

An Rand asked suspiciously: "Then why did he appear so suddenly when you were in danger?"

"Maybe it's because he has been secretly watching me." Li Qingshan answered without changing his expression.

"So," Ain Rand thought, "he not only knows your location and that you are in danger, but also knows what you might be doing, because the time and place of his appearance are just right."

Li Qingshan remained silent.

"If possible, I really hope you can wear a positioning device to help us find him, but that doesn't seem to be a good idea, and it might anger him, and you have your own things to do," Ain Rand sighed, "You can leave."

Li Qingshan nodded and pushed the door out.

Ain Rand sat in the office and looked at his back and murmured, "It's really a headache. What else have I not discovered?"

Guiyuan came in with a report: "Some residents reported that there were voices in the villa that had been abandoned for a long time, and the red lights were turned on at night, as if there was a party.

However, the property management said, The owner was not in the house, nor was it rented out. No one knew who it was, but someone knocked on the door at night and told the people inside not to make too much noise.

But the next night he began to have nightmares. He dreamed of a woman in red telling him not to meddle in other people's business, and his back was getting more and more painful. He

went to the hospital for a checkup and found a black spot on his back. The doctor said there was a tumor inside. The initial diagnosis was benign, but if it continued to develop, it might become malignant. At that time, surgery would be required to remove it to ensure safety, otherwise it would compress the spine and could cause serious consequences.

The man did not dare to live in the house or knock on the door again. He moved to the hospital and had surgery. Now he is almost healed and is planning to move, but not every other resident living there has to move, so he hopes we can solve the problem. ”

"Let Taiming go," An Rand thought for a while, "If you are free, you can go with him. I will watch you here. You can ask for support at any time if you need it, and I will send someone to go."

Guiyuan showed a look as if struck by lightning. After a long pause, he slowly smiled and said, "Okay, I will go and inform him now. Should he go today or tomorrow?"

"It's up to you," An Rand waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "As long as it doesn't delay for a year or two, time is a small matter. It's best to go immediately and let him pack up and solve it as soon as possible. I don't think he has anything special to bring."

An Rand murmured to himself, "Aren't all his things in that bag? He never left it with him. He gave one to Li Qingshan, and he actually had another one exactly the same. I don't know How much does he like that bag!"

He raised his head and looked at Guiyuan: "As for you, you mainly play an auxiliary role and help me record his situation. Some things cannot be recorded by the recorder."

Guiyuan was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean? Do you suspect that because he has a good relationship with Li Qingshan, he secretly communicates with demons and monsters outside the foundation?"

Ayn Rand smiled: "I don't think so.

There are only two people who have a good relationship with Li Qingshan.

Taylor is a monster with strong abilities and high status. He doesn't look like he is willing to communicate secretly with any outside entity, and he doesn't look like he is willing to share Li Qingshan with others.

I also want to suspect him, but he doesn't look suspicious.

Taiming is different. If he is indeed a human and can talk to Li Qingshan, Taylor might be jealous of him. In order to compete for Li Qingshan, Isn't it possible to do something secretly that no one knows about in order to gain benefits for oneself?

Although we really don't know whether Li Qingshan and the ghost have any dealings, I can't help but be suspicious every time they appear. What's more, ghosts usually have more power than humans.

Taiming made a deal with the ghost in secret for power. He was responsible for handing over Li Qingshan's whereabouts to the ghost, and the ghost gave him some power. This is possible.

Coincidentally, he is also a person who can use talismans. Talismans are usually used to deal with ghosts. If you have the power of ghosts, it should be easier to deal with ghosts. Even if you don't know how to use talismans, it is completely feasible to deal with ghosts with only the power of ghosts.

I don't have any definite evidence, so I didn't do anything to them. I just hope you can keep an eye on them for me. This is also for everyone's good. "

Guiyuan nodded: "I understand, I will do it. "

He was ready to leave with a determined look on his face, but when he was at the door, he suddenly shivered, turned around and asked, "If I am discovered, they will kill me, right?"

"No," Ayn Rand said confidently, shaking his head, "You didn't scold or hit me, you just watched, how could it come to that?"

"Okay," Guiyuan took a deep breath, trembling slightly, with an expression of heroic sacrifice, "I will complete the mission."

He went to the door, poked his head in again, and whispered, "Can I hide behind them? If anything happens, I will never rush to the front, because I will definitely die!"

Ayn Rand smiled and nodded, "Of course, after all, they are much stronger than you."

Guiyuan said with a tearful face, "They are much stronger than me, they will definitely know what I'm doing, right? You still let me go! Is there no one stronger and more suitable than me? "

Ayn Rand shook his head: "There are few who are stronger than you, and there is no one more suitable than you. You are someone I can trust. I would not feel at ease if it were someone else."

Guiyuan's face was red and puffed up like a balloon that was inflated. He said, "Okay."

This time he really walked out.

Taiming heard that there was a mission, so he packed up his things and left with Guiyuan. His things were just as Ayn Rand said, only the bag.

Guiyuan didn't have much to pack. After all, he was not strong enough and didn't plan to rush in.

The two set off immediately and arrived at the abandoned villa mentioned in the mission.

The villa looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. The outermost door was tattered and opened with a slight push. The inner door was not closed at all, but was left ajar. At first glance, it seemed that there was no gap, but in fact, it opened by itself when the wind blew.

It just looked like someone had pushed it open, and in such an environment, it was inevitable that people would think of ghosts.

After they went in and checked around, they found nothing wrong.

Guiyuan said, "Why don't we clean it up? It's so dirty here. Maybe it will look normal after we clean it up."

Taiming said, "I remember that I didn't ask you to clean the place when I came. I didn't charge you for cleaning. I don't know how to do it. But if you really want to see this place clean, I can use a spell."

"That's great," Guiyuan said like a human-machine, "Try it!"

Taiming looked at him and thought he was a little strange, but he still did what he said. After using the spell, a strong wind blew, all the dust gathered together, and all the garbage fell into the trash can. Everything was brand new.

But at this moment, the whole villa suddenly flashed white light twice.

The whole villa had been transformed into an ancient style, all made of wood. A lamp was lit on the table, and inside the lampshade was a candle. The candle flame was burning weakly, barely illuminating the room, but there was still a large area of ​​darkness.

A small part of the darkness crawled out, and in front of Taiming, it turned into a vivid beauty in red, with hair like clouds, skin as white as snow, cheeks as pink, and lips as bright as red, redder than the flames dancing on the candle, which complemented the clothes she was wearing.

When the whole person walked over with the candlestick, she was graceful and graceful, like a ball of light, floating on the ground and coming over, with curved eyebrows and a smile on her face.

When the person came closer, Taiming looked closely. There was a bun on the left and right of her head, and her hair was covered with pearls and jade, which sparkled in the light.

On her snow-white earlobes hung pendants, the emerald green pendants were suspended by a thin silver thread, swaying like a beautiful woman in emerald clothes swinging on a swing in autumn, or like an emerald green corpse hanging from a spider's thread, eerie, desolate, beautiful and resolute.

When she opened her mouth, her voice was like an oriole.

"My dear, you have come all the way here," the red-dressed beauty smiled, "why don't you stay here for a while? There is nothing else here, but the residence is quite large. However, I have lived here alone for a long time, and I am not used to having a stranger living next to me, let alone a man."

Taiming seemed to be thinking about something, and looked at the man and asked, "What do you think?"

"If you can stay and sleep with me tonight, we will have a happy marriage," the red-dressed beauty put down the candlestick, walked to him with a smile, and stretched out her hand to hug him, looking weak and boneless, "You be my husband, I be your wife, and we will live happily together for the rest of our lives. I will agree to whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want, and I will help you with everything. How about it? This is very calculated! I don't even look down on ordinary people."

Taiming took a step to the side, avoiding the other's hand, and his eyes turned around the room again. His tone was very cold, and there was even a hint of sarcasm: "Is this just a dream?"

The smile on the red-dressed beauty's face froze, and she suddenly sank her face. She stood up straight, clenched her fists, and stared at him: "You don't know what's good for you!"