Xiang Deming's face was extremely pale. If Taoist Zhenfeng hadn't been supporting him, he would have sat down on the ground limply.
"What do you think?" Lin Xiaofeng turned to Taoist Zhenfeng and asked.
Zhenfeng touched the back of his head: "It seems quite weird..."
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."
Lin Xiaofeng waved his hand. He was confused for a moment and asked what the fake Taoist priest was doing.
"Brother Zhenfeng, if you are fine, go back first and leave the rest to me."
After hearing what Lin Xiaofeng said, Taoist Zhenfeng hurriedly nodded in agreement.
He originally thought this matter was troublesome and couldn't get rid of it. Now that he saw Lin Xiaofeng taking the initiative to take over the matter, he was so happy that he was still in a hurry.
"Then you get busy first. I just remembered that there is something else in the store."
After Taoist Zhenfeng finished speaking, he hurried away, fearing that he would continue to be involved in this matter.
Seeing Taoist Zhenfeng running away, Xiang Deming said helplessly: "Brother, how should we deal with this matter?"
"Do you believe there are ghosts in the world?"
Xiang Deming sighed: "Of course I didn't believe it before, but now it's like this. How can I not believe it?"
Lin Xiaofeng looked at the letter: "I'll make a call."
Then, he took out his cell phone and called Xiang Zhu.
Although this girl Xiang Zhu is not old, her knowledge is no worse than hers, or even higher. Maybe she understands what is going on.
Soon, the call was connected, and Lin Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Beauty, what are you doing?"
"You're reading, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"
"If you encounter a problem, let's do this. I'll come to you at the gate of your school and we can talk to you face to face," Lin Xiaofeng said.
Xiang Zhu said: "Okay, I'm on the third floor of the library. You can come directly to the library to find me."
"Okay, bye, see you later."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiaofeng said to the pale Xiang Deming: "Come over with me. My friend should know what's going on."
What else could Xiang Deming do at this time? He had just grasped a life-saving straw at this moment.
Even if Lin Xiaofeng didn't let him follow, he would still have to shamelessly stay with Lin Xiaofeng.
The two of them hailed a taxi and rushed to National University for Nationalities.
Half an hour later, they finally arrived at the place and the two of them walked towards the library.
Xiang Deming, who was following behind, couldn't help but ask: "Um, Brother Lin, what is your identity? Are you also a Taoist priest?"
"The guy before was a Taoist priest, but he was unreliable. Me." Lin Xiaofeng pondered for a moment: "It's Mr. Yin Yang."
When Xiang Deming heard this, he asked with a somewhat unnatural expression: "Well, how much does it cost to save me? All my family's savings were given to the liar. No, they were given to the Taoist priest. I don't have any savings at home anymore."
He originally wanted to call Zhenfeng a liar, but thinking that Lin Xiaofeng and Zhenfeng seemed to know each other, he couldn't say it.
To be honest, he didn't really believe in Lin Xiaofeng, but he couldn't help it. The death of his two friends could never be a coincidence.
He is still young and does not want to die.
Lin Xiaofeng looked at Xiang Deming and smiled.
Seeing this, Xiang Deming gritted his teeth and said, "Only, as long as I don't die in seven days, I can sell the house and collect the money for you."
"If the money is gone, you can make more. If your life is gone, then there is nothing." He looked a little sad.
"Who said I have to collect money?" Lin Xiaofeng rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.
Lin Xiaofeng said: "Taoist Zhenfeng and I are from different walks of life, and not everyone is greedy for money."
"Well, if I save you, then treat me to a meal."
Xiang Deming was suddenly moved and couldn't help but say: "My little brother is so kind-hearted. How could someone like you know that guy?"
Xiang Deming heard the meaning of Lin Xiaofeng's words and understood that Lin Xiaofeng and Taoist Zhenfeng were not very familiar with each other. He couldn't help but ask this question.
Lin Xiaofeng touched the back of his head.
To be honest, he didn't know it himself.
In fact, Lin Xiaofeng was very disdainful of such liars, such as Taoist Yunlong back then.
But although this Zhenfeng Taoist priest seemed crazy, Lin Xiaofeng seemed to always have a good impression of him in his heart.
Besides, although Taoist Zhenfeng cheated money, he was quite kind at heart.
Although it's a bit ruthless to raise money.
"I don't know either."
Lin Xiaofeng smiled bitterly.
While talking, the two of them had arrived on the third floor of the library. As soon as they walked in, they saw Xiang Zhu sitting at the window on the left.
Xiang Zhu was sitting by the window, holding her chin and flipping through a book. The sunlight outside was shining on her.
Lin Xiaofeng looked over and had an indescribable feeling.
Xiang Deming on the side saw that Lin Xiaofeng was in a daze, and gently pushed him: "Brother Lin?"
"ah."
Lin Xiaofeng came back to his senses, looked around, smiled awkwardly and said, "That's the friend I mentioned."
After saying that, he and Xiang Deming walked over.
Xiang Zhu noticed it when they walked in.
The two of them sat across from her, and Xiang Zhu said with a smile: "Lin Xiaofeng, you must have nothing good to do with me, right?"
"Hehe." Lin Xiaofeng smiled awkwardly, took out the letter, handed it to Xiang Zhu and said, "You are well-informed, take a look at what this is."
Xiang Zhu took the letter, then glanced at Xiang Deming, and recognized that this was the man who had hot pot some time ago.
She took out the letter and looked at it, her brows suddenly furrowed.
"Can you understand what it is?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.
"Sir, can you go somewhere else first? Lin Xiaofeng and I have something to talk about in private." Xiang Zhu said with a smile.
Xiang Deming's face suddenly turned ugly.
Are you kidding me? Isn’t this what hospital doctors usually do when they issue critical illness notices?
He grimaced: "Can I still be saved?"
"What's going on? Just tell me directly." Lin Xiaofeng said.
Xiang Zhu said to Xiang Deming: "In this case, I have spoken out, so don't be afraid."
Xiang Zhu thought for a while, then walked to the water dispenser, took a glass of hot water, returned to his seat, and poured the glass of water on the letter paper.
When the letter paper was soaked with hot water, black smoke suddenly appeared.
"This." Lin Xiaofeng looked at the black smoke with some surprise.
Xiang Zhu handed it over with a smile: "Would you like to take another look?"
Lin Xiaofeng took it and saw that there were a few more words at the end of the letter.
Death notice.
"What is this?" Lin Xiaofeng's pupils shrank slightly and he looked at Xiang Zhu: "What does this mean?"
Xiang Zhu took a sip of water and said with a smile: "It's so obvious that you can't understand it?"
"Prank? Death notice?" Lin Xiaofeng asked with a frown.
"Can pranks kill people?" Xiang Zhu touched his chin: "Weren't you always weird before?"
"There is no Yin Qi, Evil Qi, Demonic Qi on them, and there is no black Qi on their foreheads. Why would something happen to them? This is the answer, the death notice."
"This is a request for life from the underworld. Naturally, those things will not appear."