Your friend?

Wang Xiaoming looked at Xiang Wenxun in horror and his eyes fell. Can he see Bar?!

Barr narrowed his eyes and his lips slowly pursed, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with his gaze.

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth and was about to say something when he saw Xiang Wenxun suddenly disappear from the sofa.

...

"What did you do?" he looked at the empty sofa and asked nervously.

Barr snorted coldly: "It's nothing, just let him go out and cool down."

Wang Xiaoming suddenly jumped up, "Let's leave immediately while he has some time to bring people up."

Barr sat firmly as Mount Tai, "Where to go?"

"Of course I'm running away." Wang Xiaoming said anxiously, "What if he brings people up?"

"Then let them go out together and cool down."

"But there are many people, rich and powerful, if you find some powerful mages to collect..." Wang Xiaoming could feel the coldness uploaded from the sofa without looking back.

"Master?" Barr said unhappy, "Do you think I'm afraid of a mage?"

Wang Xiaoming was so anxious that he almost cried, "You are not afraid, but I am afraid."

Barr's face calmed down slightly. He almost forgot that even in the war period, most humans would only escape and would not resist, which was different from the angels who were born to fight. "Don't worry, I won't let you have something to do." His body was still in his heart. He didn't know if Wang Xiaoming would implicate his body after his death, but with Lucifer's personality and Wang Xiaoming's bad luck, this possibility is very high.

Wang Xiaoming wanted to say something, but heard that the door was knocked twice, and then Xiang Wenxun pushed the door open and came in again.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing again." He closed the door as if nothing had happened, then sat back on the original sofa, without even changing his posture.

Barr raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiang Wenxun with a little more interest.

"Xiang, Mr. Xiang," Wang Xiaoming said with his calves trembling, "You have nothing to do, are you?"

Xiang Wenxun smiled and said, "If I say I am very happy now, do you believe it?" The stronger the other party, the more his hope can be realized.

...

Wang Xiaoming looked at him silently for a long time before whispering: "Are you a human?"

Xiang Wenxun seemed to have expected him to have this question and said calmly: "Yes, a real human being."

Barr turned his head and said, "Have you been to Noah's Ark?"

...

Wang Xiaoming waited for him for a long time before he realized that he could not hear Barr's voice at all, "You can't hear him?"

"Oh? Did he say anything?"

"Then how do you know..."

"How do you know the location of your friend?" Xiang Wenxun smiled slightly, "In fact, the most difficult thing is not to know the location of your friend, but to determine the existence of your friend. As long as the latter assumption is true, it is easy to find that your eyes often subconsciously look at a certain position. It is like when I first entered the door, you looked at the sofa."

Wang Xiaoming was surprised and said, "Then how do you know his existence?"

"When you are the only one left, you never hide it." Xiang Wenxun pointed to the corner of the room, "And what the Ginguan lacks the most is monitors. He often talks to himself, and playing cards fly around strangely. I want to make sure that your friend's existence is not as difficult as I imagined."

Only then did Wang Xiaoming realize how careless he was.

"My question." Barr was very upset with his ignorance.

Wang Xiaoming quickly asked, "Have you been to Noah's Ark?"

Xiang Wenxun quickly glanced at Barr. Even if he only saw a cloud of air, he could still feel that there were eyes looking at him in this direction. "If you are referring to the ship in "2012", I'm sorry, no one has come to buy tickets for me."

"Interesting." In other words, this human was guessing his existence entirely based on his intuition and analysis. Barr leaned against the sofa and crossed his legs, "I'm interested in hearing what he wants me to do now."

Wang Xiaoming had to take on the job of translation again.

"Before helping, I want to know if this friend of yours can summon souls." Xiang Wenxun said.

...

spiritualism?

Barr summons?

Wang Xiaominglei arrived. He really couldn't imagine Barr wearing a black suit and curly-haired head standing in front of the incense table with a bell to summon souls.

Barr was obviously stunned, and after a long time, he said, "You ask him, what does he think I am?"

After Wang Xiaoming conveyed it, Xiang Wenxun frowned slightly, and the first time he became uncertain, "Isn't it a ghost?"

...

Mr. Xiang was "invited" again.

When Xiang Wenxun came in for the third time, Wang Xiaoming was already very accustomed to it.

It was still in its original position, he said lightly: "If you offended your friend just now, please apologize." His expression was normal. If he was not wet, it would be no different from the first time he appeared.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr curiously, wanting to ask him where he had brought him to such a mess.

Barr saw his thoughts and shrugged, "I don't know, I'll throw it away."

"..." Wang Xiaoming was immediately full of sympathy for Xiang Wenxun. Fortunately, he did not throw it into the air outside the window, otherwise his clothes would not be soaked in water, but in blood.

Xiang Wenxun didn’t think as much as he thought, “So I wonder if your friend has any research on the soul?”

soul?

A glimmer flashed in Barr's eyes.

Without waiting for him to ask, Wang Xiaoming spoke consciously: "Can you please tell me more details?"

Xiang Wenxun said calmly: "I have a younger brother who is a vegetable."

Barr stood up in vain.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming looked in that direction, Xiang Wenxun slowly raised his head and knew that Barr had stood up, so he slowly added: "As long as my brother can wake up, I will agree no matter what the conditions are."

Barr paused, "Whatever the conditions?"

Wang Xiaoming repeated, "Whatever the conditions?"

Xiang Wenxun decisively: "He is my only brother. As long as he can wake up, even if he uses my full wealth, I will never hesitate."

Wang Xiaoming heard a rumbling sound in his throat and swallowed a lot of saliva.

Barr curled his lips, "I'm not interested in your wealth, what I'm interested in..." He looked at Wang Xiaoming and laughed twice.

Wang Xiaoming felt that his back was very cold and cold.

"Let me see the vegetative person first."

With Mr. Xiang backing, Wang Xiaoming swayed away in front of a group of superiors and subordinates. Looking at Chu Zhao, Dafa and others' shocked and jealous eyes, Wang Xiaoming knew the feeling of a fox as a fake tiger for the first time. Barr is also considered a tiger, but unfortunately he is a ghost tiger, and he has power and has no appearance.

Xiang Wenxun went to pick up the car, Wang Xiaoming and Bar were waiting at the door.

The wind blew whirring at night, and it was a little cold.

Wang Xiaoming shrank his neck and whispered: "Can you really recall the soul of Mr. Xiang's brother?"

"No." Barr answered extremely irresponsible.

Vegetative souls usually have three places to go, heaven, hell, and host. If only he is, then going to heaven and hell is not a problem, but with Wang Xiaoming... he can only pass Noah's Ark honestly - with his "friendship" with Noah's Ark, he doesn't feel that he needs to take such risks for strangers. As for hosts - the human world is so big, in addition to humans, the soul may also be boarded on animals, plants, and even dead objects, which is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Then you just got it..." Wang Xiaoming was shocked.

"Hmph, if necessary, I'll just get into his body to coax him." Barr touched his chin and thought, the most important thing was the conditions he offered.

Wang Xiaoming was speechless. Maybe he could start paying attention to his new job.

Xiang Wenxun drove the car in person.

Wang Xiaoming has no research on the car, but he just thinks the car is very grand and the seats are very comfortable.

The car was quiet all the way, and Xiang Wenxun was very calm from beginning to end, but Wang Xiaoming felt that under his calm appearance, there were surging dark waves.

For his younger brother, he could even give up his wealth. Wang Xiaoming's eyes suddenly became warm. It would be great if his brother treated him like this. Thinking of Barr's indifferent words just now, he suddenly felt extremely sympathetic to him and couldn't help but want to relieve his nervousness. "Mr. Xiang." As soon as he said that, he found that he was even more nervous.

"Hmm?" Because Wang Xiaoming was sitting in the back row, Xiang Wenxun just glanced at the rearview mirror.

What should I say? Because it was an impulse, Wang Xiaoming didn't think about the lines at all, "Uh, I think, uh... the Ginguan is pretty, very beautiful."

Xiang Wenxun was silent.

Wang Xiaoming's heart was suddenly hung up. Did he say the wrong thing?

Barr chuckled, absolutely mocking.

After chuckling, the car fell into a strange silence, which made Wang Xiaoming want to eat back what he said just now.

"Maybe," Xiang Wenxun said lightly, "This is called "Golden jade outside and frosting inside."

"..." Wang Xiaoming remembered the business of the Ginza Museum and silently shut his mouth.

Xiang Wenxun lived in a villa that Wang Xiaoming imagined, but a high-end apartment building. There were no large number of servants rushing to greet him, only an orange floor lamp.

He turned on the light, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, turned around and said, "Don't you mind if I'll take you to see now?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head quickly and said, "Don't mind." He followed Xiang Wenxun into the innermost room of the corridor. There was extremely light music in the room, which was a piano music.

After Xiang Wenxun entered the house, he turned off the CD first before turning on the desk lamp beside the bed, "My brother doesn't like too bright lights."

Wang Xiaoming walked two steps towards the bed carefully.

I saw a handsome young man lying quietly, and even the orange light could not cover the paleness on his face.

Wang Xiaoming turned around and asked Barr, "What kind of situation does he belong to?" He was selfish, and he hoped that it was the third type. It was difficult to find a host, but at least it was still in the human world. Maybe one day his younger brother would find it himself.

Barr frowned, "Nothing is the case."

"ah?"

"He belongs to the fourth type," Barr paused, "the failed semi-vampire in the first place."
Chapter completed!