He closed the door, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly to the bathroom. He passed by a private room with a wide open door, and a clear female voice came from inside, as if they were arguing.

Fu Jiahuang went to the door, lit a cigarette, and watched with interest.

"Returning ancient tombs, do you really think I don't know that the general's tomb has collapsed? You said you were busy, but you were busy coming to KTV to pick up girls!"

"Zimiao, please listen to my explanation. We are having a department dinner. There are only people from our department here, and they are all classmates. Zimiao, you have misunderstood me!"

Wu Zimiao sneered, "You're still lying. You can't lie to anyone but a Taoist priest!"

She raised her hand, holding a big slap tarot card. She randomly picked out a card and mocked: "Did you see it, reversed, reversed, reversed, all reversed!"

The boyfriend explained: "Zimiao, the reason why I lied to you was because I was afraid that you would think too much and affect your relationship with me..."

"Stop it, I only believe in the cards, let's see what the cards say." Wu Zimiao swiped his thumb and turned over a card, "Oh, magician, I dare you to lie to me from the beginning."

The boyfriend's face looked a little ugly, so Wu Zimiao continued to turn over a picture. The picture showed a person sitting on a cart, holding a rein, and two animals pulling the cart.

Wu Zimiao smiled angrily: "The chariot plate is reversed, you have indeed cheated."

The boyfriend was stunned, blushing and speechless.

Wu Zimiao pulled out another one, a skeleton riding a horse and holding a sickle, slowly approaching, the atmosphere was gloomy.

"God of Death? Well, the garbage should be thrown away. Bye bye, I won't play anymore!"

"Zimiao, no, I don't agree to break up!" Her boyfriend grabbed Wu Zimiao's arm and asked her to stay, "Zimiao, believe me, I like you, and I'm just playing with her...

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Fu Jia, who was watching the show at the door, sneered. He had seen this kind of scene too many times. He cheated on his girlfriend to keep her, but he just didn't get to the home plate yet and was unwilling to accept it.

Do you really like it? Come on, this is just a lie to a three-year-old child.

If there is one, there are two. The bad nature of men is that they will never change. Fu Jia clicked his tongue twice. Although he dated many girls, he had a bottom line, that is, he would never stand in the same boat.

Wu Zimiao threw the cards into the air, and through the flying cards, she lightly opened her red lips: "If you do it again, I will crush you under the altar."

The boyfriend's hand trembled and he let go unconsciously. Wu Zimiao patted the place where he touched him in disgust, with a heavy mockery on his face, as if he was laughing at him for being useless.

Fu Jia's ears twitched, Taoist? Dharma altar? Is this girl also a Taoist?

He was distracted for a moment, then came back to his senses and was caught off guard by Wu Zimiao, who was coming out.

Wu Zimiao thought Fu Jia was in the same group as the people inside, so when he passed by him, he snorted coldly.

Fu Jia was a little surprised that the other party had a baby face. In his impression, the Taoist priest was very plain, but she looked too... sweet.

Hearing the snort, Fu Jia touched his nose inexplicably. When he saw the other party going straight down the stairs and towards the door, he followed him out of nowhere.

Fu Jia followed Wu Zimiao neither far nor near. As he walked, he suddenly felt like a pervert who was following him. Fortunately, the road was wide and there was a streetlight every ten steps. It was after nine o'clock, which was not too late, and there were still people.

Fireworks are being set off.

Making a U-turn now feels like a guilty conscience. There is a crossroads ahead, so Fu Jia bites the bullet and continues walking. He can just go in the opposite direction with her later, Fu Jia thought in his mind.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly stopped. Fu Jia thought he had been discovered and began to think about running away or simply rushing forward.

While he was thinking, the person in front took two steps to the left, slowly sat on the flower bed by the roadside, lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

Her hair is long and straight, falling from her ears and blocking her face.

Fu Jia thought that now was the right time. If he pretended to pass by her, he could get rid of the suspicion that he was following her.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked as naturally as possible, wandering leisurely on the curb. When he passed by Wu Zimiao, he didn't know what kind of madness he had, and he whistled frivolously.

When she realized what she had done, Fu Jia's scalp went numb. She couldn't help but peek at the person sitting on the flower bed with her peripheral vision, only to find that the other person had already raised her head. Under the cover of the street lamp, her face was glowing slightly yellowish.

Soft light, and a pair of moist and red eyes.

Fu Jia's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously raised his hands, stumbling to explain: "Hug, I'm sorry, I was tongue-tied, I didn't mean to..."

Unexpectedly, the other party just looked at him calmly, lowered his head, and did not cry or make a fuss. At this moment, some of the hidden sadness was vaguely released.

Fu Jia was speechless. He slowly put down his hand and took out a handkerchief from the upper pocket of his shirt inside his suit. He squatted down in front of Wu Zimiao from a little distance and stretched out his hand: "Here, it's new."

The handkerchief is light cyan and embroidered with orchids. It is fresh and elegant, and does not match Fu Jia's temperament at all.

Wu Zimiao took a deep breath, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you."

"Hey, don't think I'm a pervert stalking you." Fu Jia waved his hand nonchalantly, but saw that the other party looked a little strange.

Wu Zimiao straightened his hair, tucked the loose hair behind his ears, took a deep breath, and stood up.

Fu Jia also stood up and came face to face with her. Wu Zimiao was as tall as his chest, so she had to raise her eyes when speaking. She opened her mouth, and when she was about to say something, her pupils suddenly shrank and she shouted: "Be careful!"

She grabbed Fu Jia's arm and brought him behind her. At the same time, she took out an edged sword from nowhere and stabbed the man between the eyebrows.

Fu Jia was startled and hurried to look and saw that the man was not bleeding even after being stabbed. He was smiling sinisterly, with the corners of his mouth reaching behind his ears.

This person was obviously not normal. Fu Jia calmed down and realized something was wrong.

The man's face was very white, whiter than the paint on the wall, and his chest did not rise and fall. Fu Jia saw the word hunger in his eyes.

He swallowed, "What is this thing?"

"An evil ghost that sucks a person's yang energy and condenses his soul into a body."

Wu Zimiao was very calm, held the hilt of the sword, pushed it in hard, and stabbed the ghost through the head.

The ghost was still grinning, as if he didn't care about it. Wu Zimiao was in a bad mood and directly cursed: "Laugh at your father!"

She reached into her pocket with one hand, and when she took it out, she already had the yellow talisman between her hands. The ghost held the edge of the sword and pulled it out. Wu Zimiao looked cold, turned the sword around, laid it flat, and turned it sideways.

Sweep, and directly cut off half of the ghost's skull.

The evil ghost knew he was in trouble, so he ran away. Wu Zimiao flew up and kicked the evil ghost on the back. The evil ghost scrambled with his left foot and right foot, and fell flat on the ground. Wu Zimiao took the opportunity to hold down his back and pushed him to the ground.

The yellow talisman was stuffed into its heavenly spirit cover, and the mantra was chanted with one hand.

The evil ghost is not a vegetarian either. It drives the yang energy in the body and shakes the yellow talisman outward. Wu Zimiao had to block the gap in the Tianling cover with his palm, unable to pull away.
Chapter completed!