Sister, look at him!

Chapter 241: The tycoon Jin in the urban supernatural novel 15

After the man returned to his hometown, his family arranged a blind date for him and he found a job locally.

A year after marriage, they had a daughter.

A few years later, they had another daughter.

The man was overwhelmed by the pressure of raising two children, so he took a driving test and became a truck driver after being persuaded by his relatives.

As a result, strange things happened.

"Let me guess, the man passed by the place where the female ghost was during work, right?" He Qingwan looked at Wen Guzhi, "Then the female ghost went home with the man, right?"

The old acquaintance nodded, and He Qingwan sneered, "An old story."

Wen Guzhi disagreed and said, "You can't say that."

We should not make fun of other people's suffering.

He Qingwan, who has no sense of belonging to the world and therefore no moral bottom line: "..."

She sighed softly, "I know. I won't say it in front of you next time."

A person of good origin and a good friend: "..."

"What about that female ghost?" He Qingwan asked again.

Hearing this question, Wen Guzhi forced a smile and said, "She is very strong. It took a lot of effort to send her away."

Seeing that it was a good ending, He Qingwan raised her eyebrows and said nothing more. Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room and the waiter brought the dishes they ordered.

After eating and drinking, the two took a taxi home.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw someone standing at the door of my house.

"Business is coming again." He Qingwan held Wen Guzhi's hand and raised it, giving her a sly smile, "I'll leave it all to you."

[Hebao, stop laughing. Love accounts for 21%.]

He Qingwan: "..."

She put away her smile, walked quickly into the room with an expressionless face, went upstairs, returned to her room, and locked the door in one go.

[No, Liuliu, I'll take care of everything tonight. Please help me book a flight ticket. I'm leaving tomorrow and will go to Country Y first.]

……

into the night.

In the quaint teahouse, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen was wearing a pink palace dress that did not suit her age, and her pretty face was painted with mature and gorgeous makeup.

The girl's fair little hands skillfully held a brush and wrote the two words "Wanqi" on the blank fan.

The candle on the table went out. The girl's delicate brows frowned. She put the brush aside and took out a fire starter and held it close to the candle.

With a small "puff" sound, the candle flame lit up again, but this time, a stunning lady in cheongsam was sitting opposite the empty room.

The candlelight flickered, and the smile on the beauty's face became a little more weird. The golden dragon embroidered on her cheongsam was vivid, illuminated by the jumping flames, as if it had come alive.

"Is it Wanqi Lin, or Wanqi Yanran?" He Qingwan nonchalantly picked up the inscribed folding fan on the table, closed it, and held the handle of the fan to lift the chin of the girl in front of him.

"I only regret that I didn't kill you with my own hands back then." He Qingwan snorted coldly and threw down his folding fan.

Wanqi Yanran looked at He Qingwan with a look that seemed to be filled with poison. She gritted her teeth and said, "He Qingwan, you killed 128 people in my Wanqi family. I remember every single one of them."

"There are also fourteen chickens, eleven ducks, six dogs and three cats." He Qingwan kindly reminded her, with an innocent look on his face, "The fate of small animals can also be told."

"You bitch!" Wanqi Yanran was so angry that she overturned the table.

The solid wood table passed through He Qingwan's body and hit the blue and white porcelain vase behind him.

He Qingwan yawned lazily, stood up and stretched, "Tell me how you survived to this day. If your answer satisfies me, I will spare one of your souls. If I am not satisfied..."

He Qingwan's voice turned cold, "I will shatter your soul and make you completely disappear from this world."

Wanqi smiled, "Just you?" She said disdainfully, "Although I don't know how you possessed your descendants, since I was able to kill you the first time, there will be a second and third time."

Kill her for the first time?

He Qingwan was puzzled, so she asked directly, "Did you kill me for the first time?"

Wanqi Yanran was even more proud, "You don't know yet, your sudden serious illness is because I cursed you."

He Qingwan: “?”

But she was pretending to be sick.

Wanqi Yanran became more and more proud as she spoke, "You want to know how I survived, right? Then I'll tell you, every time my time is coming to an end, I can always choose to let a younger generation take over my body."

Wanqi Yanran looked crazy, "One thousand five hundred years, He Qingwan, I have waited for your reincarnation for a full one thousand five hundred years. I will kill your reincarnation, and then wait for your next reincarnation, and then kill her. Then the third, fourth, and fifth, I will kill all your reincarnations!! This is what you owe to my Wanqi family!!!"

"You should pay it back. This is what you should pay back..." Wanqi Yanran's voice suddenly lowered again. It was unclear whether she was speaking to others or to convince herself.

"I don't care what your reasons are." He Qingwan drew his sword from its sheath, "The fact that you have taken over another's body is against the laws of nature."

"What about you? What's that? Didn't you also take over your reincarnation?!" Wanqi Yanran suddenly became furious. "Why do you have so many privileges? Why?"

"Yanran, stop it."

A tall navy blue figure walked out of the thick fog and stopped behind He Qingwan.

Wanqi Yanran was suddenly stunned, and then big tears fell down. Her red makeup was stained by tears, but she didn't show any sign of stopping. Instead, she got worse and started crying at the top of her lungs.

"Why do you always have to help her? You and my brother are friends. She killed my parents, and my brother was harmed by her. Aren't you my brother's best friend? Why why why why——"

Wanqi Yanran collapsed on the ground and cried like a little child.

"Yanran, it's already A-Mi's tolerance that you and your brother are able to survive. Everything A-Mi did... was right." Xuan Cang's eyes were hurt. He also wanted to save his friend's family, but assassinating the emperor was a heinous crime punishable by the death of nine generations of the clan. It was already a great tolerance to let the brother and sister survive.

“I don’t care, I don’t care! I want my dad and my mom! I want my brother! Wuuuwaaaaaaaa——”

Wanqi Yanran kept crying. He Qingwan made a sword flower and said coldly, "You won't be able to see them anymore. They are going to be reincarnated, and your soul will be dispersed."

"Just you?! Without the King of Chu, you are nothing!" Wanqi Yanran formed her five fingers into claws and was about to pounce on He Qingwan.

A bolt of thunder struck directly at Wanqi Yanran. After a scream, Wanqi Yanran turned into a pile of dry bones, with only her almost extinct spirit floating aside.

Xuan Cang was also startled by the thunder, "This thunder..."

He Qingwan made another sword flower and put away the sword, saying calmly, "I summoned it."

The purpose of holding a sword is to make sword flowers, and the reason for making sword flowers is that they look good. No cold weapon can have supernatural power and speed.