Chapter 1102 Your Highness Is Jealous

Baili Jiajue smiled, he never cared about the life and death of human beings, but: "It's an interesting game, isn't it?"

Helian Weiwei analyzed another layer of meaning in a certain Highness's words: "I thought that the murderers were not ghosts, but human beings."

Baili Jiajue laughed softly, very meaningful: "Yes."

"But your expression doesn't look the same." Helian Weiwei put on a small face and warned in a low voice: "Don't always crush my IQ."

Baili Jiajue liked her like that, and his smile grew stronger: "My master, how dare I crush your IQ."

Helian Weiwei: ...Then what are you doing now!

"It is indeed human beings who kill, but." Baili Jiajue lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "There is a smell that I don't like very much, but it is covered by the smell of humans, so I can't smell it." Where exactly is it, so my master, for the sake of my nose, is not allowed to leave one meter away from me from now on."

Helian Weiwei stretched out her hands and rubbed her ears, and sighed in her heart, a certain Highness was trying to trick her with beauty all the time, so evil, too evil.

Baili Jiajue watched her rubbing her ears constantly, like a little phoenix that had only been stepped on.

Well, sure enough, teasing his pet is the funniest thing for him.

Other games... let her solve it.

After all, the principle of keeping pets is to keep her interested all the time.

Helian Weiwei didn't know what a certain Highness thought, if he knew, he would be quite helpless, who would be interested in a murderer, except for this one in front of him.

But why.

Why was the monk Wufan the first to die?

The panic in the eyes of the college students was very obvious. They seemed to have seen the scene half a year ago again. On the seashore in the middle of the night, there was only one corpse floating up and down on it.

"Call everyone to the lobby." Mr. Song looked at this scene, and ordered in a low tone: "No one is allowed to approach here without my permission, Xiao Liang, call and let someone who knows how to investigate the case Come here, keep your movements quiet, and don't let others know."

An adjutant who was holding an umbrella behind Mr. Song replied in a low voice, "Yes."

The rain was still falling, and the muffled thunder sounded, and it was getting dark.

Except for Song Tongtong, who was watched by the servants, everyone in every room came to the hall. Zhang Tianshi didn't know what happened. He seemed to have just woken up and was still rubbing his eyes. He waited until he saw the corpse lying outside. At that time, both legs were too weak to walk.

"Master Wufan, he, he!" Zhang Tianshi couldn't believe that the person who was sitting and talking to him not long ago died like this!

Mr. Song was sitting in the middle of the hall, holding a crutch with a dragon head in his hand, and his voice became deep: "It happened so suddenly, it seems that it is not safe here, I have someone call a car, and Xiao Liang will be responsible for picking you up later. Send them back, as for the four masters, you have seen the situation, those who want to stay chasing ghosts, Song will definitely thank you, and those who want to leave, Song will also respect your choice."

Zhang Tianshi wanted to leave, but the few people sitting there didn't respond at all.

If he just escaped like this, how can he hang around in the Yin-Yang world in the future!

It was Liya who spoke sadly: "My crystal ball is broken, I'm afraid I won't be able to help Mr. Song, I need a new crystal ball for divination."

"Miss Liya has also been frightened a lot this time." Mr. Song glanced at her, his tone could not hear the joy or anger: "Let's go back with the younger generation."

Zhang Tianshi opened his mouth, just about to speak.

He was interrupted by the boy beside him: "The murderer is not a ghost."

Not a ghost? Zhang Tianshi paused, he was waiting for Jing Zifeng to continue, if it wasn't a ghost, what would he be afraid of, as long as he could persist until dawn the next day, he would get a large amount of commissions, how could he leave so easily at this time.

"My shikigami didn't feel the presence of ghost energy." Jing Zifeng's expression was very calm.

Helian Weiwei's face showed playfulness, Shikigami, she also has one.

A certain His Highness should also be regarded as a shikigami, but he is a demon.

"Shishen?" Elder Song frowned and looked at Jing Zifeng.

The boy didn't hesitate, he tore off the backpack behind him and said, "Come out."

Several small people made of paper jumped onto the coffee table one by one as if they had come to life.

"My shikigami." Jing Zifeng's tone remained the same.

Helian Weiwei laughed, and asked a certain highness next to him: "There is such a cute shikigami."

"The most elementary." Baili Jiajue's eyes were very light: "It's just some pieces of paper, very cute?"

Helian Weiwei heard a certain highness's argument, and knew that at this time, she had to touch her hair: "I'm not as cute as you, and I can't grow ears."

Baili Jiajue gave her an almost indifferent look.

Helian Weiwei couldn't help laughing in her heart, oops, even other shikigami were jealous, although it wasn't obvious, she was still caught by her.

It's just because she praised the other party for being cute.

The shikigami could indeed understand human speech, and Helian Weiwei had an aura that wanted to be approached.

Hearing her praise them so much, a few paper dolls lined up as if they were showing favor, and started... dancing? Or the dance of Little Apple? !

Everyone was stunned watching this scene.

Could they be dazzled? !

Such a funny shikigami... Helian Weiwei even laughed out loud.

Only the young man had an embarrassed expression, grabbed his shikigami back, and threatened in a cold voice: "If the wind blows again, I'll go out and get wet in the rain."

The few little pieces of paper immediately fell silent, standing on the table, not daring to jump anymore.

Their little masters are in puberty, so they will inevitably be more violent, well, they understand!

Mr. Song has never seen such a thing. He has never believed in these superstitions at such a young age, but those pieces of paper that can be moved without any manipulation made him look at the young man with a gleam in his eyes. Deep meaning: "The murderer is not a ghost, what is it?"

"People." Jing Zifeng said very little.

As soon as the character was uttered, the muffled thunder in the sky rumbled again.

Xiaoliang, who was sent out by Laozi Song, ran in from the outside, looked at Laozi Song, and seemed to want to say something, but since everyone was there, it was difficult to speak.

Mr. Song leaned on crutches: "Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"The way out of the villa was blocked by two broken bushes, people and cars couldn't get there, it was raining too much, the lake next to it was always in high tide, and the communication network of the villa was also cut off due to the rain. .”