Xia Zhihuai walked out of Building B7 with Wanwan stepping on the sirens of the firefighters and ambulances.

The two stood in the shade of the trees and watched the police and firefighters carrying the body bags from the building, and were silent for a long time.

"Wanwan, are these people really dead like that?"

"Um."

Wanwan stared at the black body bags, suddenly remembered the blood corpses lying in the corridor, turned her head and placed her chin on Xia Zhihuai's shoulder, not wanting to look back.

For humans, death is the end of a lifetime.

For her, death is just a node of the yin and yang cycle.

But... Now that she has seen death with her own eyes, she always feels indescribable sadness in her heart.

The Master has never taught her how to regulate this emotion.

Xia Zhihuai couldn't understand: "Why did that resentful spirit kill so many innocent people?"

"Hmph, why!"

Huang Xikong floated to them at some point, and his indifferent eyes swept coldly to the woman who was bandaging the wound not far away.

It was the woman who was protected by Master Xuantong and Zhan Fengcheng on the top floor before.

It seems that she is also the hostess of the 1901 room, Shao Meiyin.

"Do you know?" Xia Zhihuai glanced at him.

Huang Xikong withdrew his disdainful gaze and complained: "Well, I've inquired."

"That resentful spirit was cuckolded."

Wanwan looked at Huang Xikong with big eyes drippingly, and her eyes quietly stopped above his head for a second.

Huang Xikong was particularly sensitive, pointed his fingers at his eyes, and gestured at Wanwan again: "Don't think I don't know you're secretly watching me! I'm not cuckolded."

Wanwan retorted slightly: "That resentful spirit doesn't wear a green hat either."

Huang Xikong laughed and said, "I thought you knew everything."

"I don't understand this, I will understand it after you say it." Wanwan was thirsty for knowledge.

Huang Xikong was killed by Xia Zhihuai's eyes and turned his head and said, "If I tell you, your brother will try his best to kill me a thousand times."

Wanwan looked at Xia Zhihuai ignorantly.

"Brother can't do it."

Now my brother has no divine power and has no choice but to Uncle Huang.

Xia Zhihuai beat her little butt and glared at Huang Xikong again.

"Don't listen to him nonsense."

Wanwan saw Huang Xikong and asked after realizing it, "Uncle Huang, has that little brother... saved?"

"Of course, I will do my best, and of course I will be safe and sound."

"Don't worry, I've handed over that kid to the police."

Huang Xikong originally wanted to play her head and burst, but suddenly remembered the feeling of burning her fingers before, and silently put her hand behind her.

"Let's go back first."

Xia Zhihuai walked out with Wanwan in his arms, but was stopped by a young man halfway.

"Hello, Mr. Xia."

The flat-headed young man wearing a black sweatshirt and dark blue jeans called out to Xia Zhihuai.

"I am the administrative director of the S Municipal Branch of the Demon Administration Bureau, Mi Youqi."

Xia Zhihuai nodded slightly: "Hello, is there anything wrong?"

"Can we exchange contact information? This time, fellow Taoist Wanwan helped our Demon Management Bureau a lot of money. This time, the task level is re-rated to S level. After the task is completed, you can get the official bonus provided."

Xia Zhihuai and Huang Xikong looked at each other. Wanwan had already taken out her cell phone from Xia Zhihuai's pocket. She opened the cell phone with a familiarity, took out Xia Zhihuai's QR code, and handed it to Mi Youqi with a smile: "Uncle Mi, scan the code."

Xia Zhihuai: "..."

Before he could react from beginning to end, Mi Youqi had already added his WeChat.

"How do you know my boot password?" Xia Zhihuai was shocked.

Wanwan closed her cell phone, stuffed it back into his pocket, and said naturally: "Brother, you have been in front of me so many times, of course I have remembered it a long time ago."

When it comes to WeChat, she has seen her brother and Doudou add each other, so she also learned it.

Huang Xikong was a little curious: "How much is the bonus?"

Mi Youqi looked at Huang Xikong floating aside, and his expression was a little uncomfortable: "250,000."

This price is actually not high for Xuanshi, but the official department pays out of its own pocket to set up task rewards, mainly used to motivate employees of the Demon Management Bureau to do business.

Huang Xikong was a little envious: "Can a ghost like me take over the mission of your Demon Management Bureau?"

Mi Youqi said uncertainly: "Our Demon Administration has not cooperated with the evil ghost yet. I can go back and ask the above about this."

Huang Xikong was a little regretful: "Then you asked about the news and just tell Xia Zhihuai."

Message tool: Xia Zhihuai: "..."

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Thank you very much for your help this time."

Mi Youqi's eyes kept floating towards Wanwan, unable to hide her envy and excitement.

Wanwan smiled obediently and said, "No need to thank you."

She never smiled at the uncle who paid her a salary.

My brother's luck cannot be returned in a short period of time, and his work may be unhappy all the time.

Now that she can save some small money for her brother, she should try her best to save more.

...

When she got home, Xia Zhihuai took a shower for Wanwan first, then stuffed the person into the bed, and went to the kitchen to warm her milk.

Huang Xikong floated to the kitchen and said to Xia Zhihuai Bagua: "Do you want to hear the gossip of the house in B7 1901?"

Xia Zhihuai glanced at him: "Tell me, what do you want."

"Is it time to put the meal on my schedule?"

Huang Xikong tapped his fingertips on the table twice, and the spoon placed on the table flew into the air and kept spinning.

"Can."

Huang Xi turned his fingers gently, and the spoon also followed his movements in the air.

"That resentful spirit is Zhou Xiechun, a technician in an IT company."

"His wife Shao Meiyin is his college classmate."

"Shao Meiyin was originally Zhou Xiechun's roommate's girlfriend. The two of them had been in love for several years, but they broke up when they graduated."

"Zhou Xiechun had a crush on Shao Meiyin for several years. After graduation, he pursued Shao Meiyin for half a year. The two got together and then started talking about marriage."

Xia Zhihuai leaned against the kitchen table and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the matter?"

"Shao Meiyin married Zhou Xiechun, and then cheated on her during marriage and got along with her ex-boyfriend again."

Xia Zhihuai sneered: "So who belongs to the five or six-year-old child of the Zhou family?"

"Not Zhou Xiechun's."

Huang Xikong shook his head and sighed: "On the day Zhou Xiechun was in a car accident, he was supposed to work in the company. He seemed to have answered the phone call temporarily, and then suddenly asked for leave to go home. The police went to his company to investigate. The company's colleagues said that after answering the phone that day, he looked very ugly, and he was angry when he left..."

Perhaps, Zhou Xiechun discovered that his wife cheated on her.

It is even possible that he had known the truth for a long time, but he was always unwilling to believe it.

On the way home, I died in a car accident, and after death, I developed a strong obsession and became a earth-bound spirit.

In order to retaliate against his cheating wife, he was willing to have his hands covered in blood and turned into an irrational resentment.

His revenge hurt too many innocent people and was scattered. It was not worth cherishing.

Huang Xikong sighed: "The male corpse found in the 1901 family is the partner Shao Meiyin cheated on and Zhou Xiechun's college roommate."

"It seems to be called Lou Kunyi."

"Lou Kunyi has been to Shao Meiyin's house in the past two years, saying that he was taking care of the orphans and widows on behalf of Zhou Xiechun. However, many people in the community are in a clear mind. Lou Kunyi probably planned to marry Shao Meiyin home, but because the old lady of the Zhou family was unwilling to follow Shao Meiyin, the marriage was dragged on."

"It happened that Lou Kunyi went to Zhou's house for dinner last night, and was hit by the resentful spirit who was killed, so... Hum."

Huang Xikong said all the news he had heard.

As a former prime minister, he now does not have the rigor and majesty of a prime minister. Instead, he is like an aunt who likes to gossip in the park, telling other people's trivial matters vividly.

Fortunately, Xia Zhihuai is not a cold and serious person. Under his handsome and handsome appearance, he also has a lively gossipy heart.

One person and one ghost are just a coincidence in this matter.

Xia Zhihuai satisfied his curiosity and turned on his phone and placed it on the kitchen counter: "Click it yourself, I'll pay later."

Huang Xikong immediately rolled up his cell phone and went to the living room.
Chapter completed!