Chapter 172: The Fierce Ghost Comes Out of the Cage

Chapter 174 The fierce ghost comes out of the cage

"Buzz buzz."

When Jiang Sheng sent a few more insects to explore Yang Fuxian's ward, the man's disaster had already calmed down a lot.

at the moment.

Xing Tai was sitting in front of Yang Fuxian's hospital bed, placing her palm lightly on his arm.

His gaze stayed on the side of the man's face in a somewhat complex manner.

What kind of person are you?

The girl is still thinking about this question.

Looking at the man who was tightly bound by the straitjacket.

She is still not sure what kind of family she grew up in.

Xing Tai's body is almost full of contradictions.

And this contradiction will naturally make her feel confused and at a loss.

"Chi chi chi."

the other side.

Several mice walked through the ventilation ducts of Quankang Hospital with their vigorous skills.

They may run like lightning.

Or fly and jump.

Or crawling around.

In about ten minutes, the rats thoroughly explored the entire hospital.

Then all kinds of news were transmitted to the consciousness of a certain black cat.

"Meow."

Jiang Sheng squatted outside the hospital, facing a little girl who was trying to hand him a lollipop, and licked his paws unmoved.

Cats can't eat too much candy, little girl.

Black Cat thought slowly.

But those mice are quite useful.

Maybe I can catch some more birds later.

…

The evening sun was fading.

At about 6:30 in the afternoon, An Ming arrived at the hospital in a black car. He came to pick up Xing Tai to go to the lawyer to go through the procedures.

According to the girl's own request.

About Xing Tai being able to figure out the whole story and return to the club.

An Ming also felt very lucky.

After all, it would be difficult for him to continue to maintain the society by himself.

If there is no backbone, the group is likely to face a split.

If it really came to that point, An Ming couldn't even imagine whether he would still have the nerve to see Yang Fuxian.

"call."

Standing outside the hospital.

The man put out the cigarette in his hand, and then straightened the collar of his suit.

"Hope everything goes well."

As if to comfort himself, An Ming muttered to himself, and then walked into the door of the hospital.

Twenty minutes later.

The man picked up Xing Tai and sent the girl to the group's law firm.

Until around eight o'clock in the evening, the two of them were dealing with matters related to the inheritance of the property.

However, it was just a moment to get up alone and go out for a walk. An Ming's cell phone suddenly rang in his arms.

"Hello?"

Looking at the phone screen, unknown anonymous contacts are displayed.

The man's brows frowned slightly.

"Hello, is this Mr. An?"

The voice of a middle-aged man also came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, it's me." An Ming lowered his head, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"I am the leader and secretary of the Jinwan Group, charter."

"Oh, Jinwan Group, I have long admired your name." An Ming listened to the other party's origins and gently closed his narrow eyes.

The Kam Wan Group, like the Hoa Union Society, were rivals competing for territory with the Hsien Loong Group in Lok Tai City.

In the past, these people would undoubtedly not be able to make waves.

But now, Yang Fuxian is "sick".

They are basically restless.

"Haha, don't dare. Compared to the reputation of your Xianlong group, our Jinwan group has no reputation. But Mr. An, I heard that you have already selected the next speaker. Dare I ask? , is this true?”

The man named Zhang Cheng smiled and asked An Ming about a piece of news that everyone knew in a tone that sounded like an old friend.

In this regard, An Ming just affirmed calmly.

"That's right."

"Ah, that's great."

The tone of Zhang Zheng's voice was raised a little higher, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. An, our team leader, would like to invite your Newspeakers to have a casual dinner together to discuss some business issues. I don't know if you are willing to do this?"

"time and location."

After waiting for Zhang Zheng to finish talking nonsense, An Ming finally raised his hand and flicked the ashes from his cigarette.

The next moment, Zhang Cheng's attitude became a bit cold and distant.

"The day after tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, Minglou Hotel."

"So, see you there or see you."

After saying that, An Ming hung up the phone.

…

"Of course, see you there or see you."

In a luxurious villa in Yanhu District, Luotai City.

Zhang Cheng looked ugly and whispered to the phone that had been hung up in his hand.

Only when he put down his cell phone did another middle-aged man sitting behind Zhang Cheng raise the wine glass in his hand.

"How's it going? Have you contacted everyone?"

"Yes." Zhang Cheng immediately turned around, bowed respectfully and replied.

"Everyone has been contacted."

"Then, let's gather people tonight, right?"

The middle-aged man smiled and shrugged.

"Gather people together for what?"

Zhang Cheng raised his head and asked in confusion.

"You are making noises in the east and attacking in the west." The middle-aged man took a sip of the yellow wine.

"The Hsien Loong Group probably wouldn't have thought that I would go all the way after showing my goodwill. In short, I have already contacted the police station in the XC District. After midnight tonight, all surveillance in the six streets in the XC District will be Enter maintenance status. As for you, go back and bring all the capable people in the team. Before dawn, be sure to get rid of the new talkers in the Hsien Loong team."

"Remember, don't leave anyone alive."

The middle-aged man leaned lazily on the sofa while talking.

"We can't let them have evidence to prove that we did this. After this, the Hsien Loong Group itself will be in chaos."

"this……"

At this moment, even Zhang Cheng was afraid of the cruelty of the person in front of him.

"have you understood?"

However, before Zhang Cheng could think more about it, the middle-aged man asked back with a gloomy expression.

"Listen, I understand."

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng quickly buried his head deeply.

After a long time, Nai swallowed quietly.

…

That night.

When Xing Tai dragged her tired body back home, it was already past nine o'clock at night.

After finishing my homework, I took a shower.

When the clock on the wall reached almost half past eleven, the girl began to feel slightly sleepy.

before falling asleep.

The girl dragged the black cat squatting outside the window into the room.

She fell down halfway and bruised her skin.

Well, this is probably the misfortune Jiang Sheng brought to her.

After all, the black cat is a cursed object that seals several resentful spirits.

Even now, its spiritual power reserves have increased.

The ability to isolate disasters has also become much stronger.

But ordinary people will still memorize words after being around it for a long time.

Spacious interior.

Xing Tai was lying on the soft quilt, chatting with the black cat lying on the floor before going to bed.

The content is roughly there.

"Hero, do you know any other urban legends?"

"Hero, have you seen that lucky white boy?"

"Hero, do you think prophecies really exist in this world?"

"Hero, do you think it's really possible for my dad to recover?"

…

Talking and talking.

The girl gradually fell asleep.

As for Jiang Sheng, he was actually a little sleepy due to her nagging.

At this moment, the voice of Raincoat suddenly appeared beside Black Cat.

"Ahhh (Kitten, there are a few groups of strange people wandering around this house, and they all have knives in their hands, what should we do about it)?"

"Well, are they psychic?" Jiang Sheng asked tiredly while half asleep.

"Ah (no)."

The raincoat stroked the black cat's head "gently".

"Then it's up to you to handle it, if they threaten."

The black cat said drowsily. The sleepless patrol during this period had indeed made it a little tired.

"Ah (then, can I kill someone)?"

Raincoat licked his lips excitedly.

"Well, not yet."

The black cat's whiskers trembled in resistance.

"Ahh (ok)."

Yuyi nodded in disappointment and "favoring".

After a few seconds.

A "Xing Moss" dressed in red appeared at the window of the living room.

Ordinary people should not be able to see "her".

But "she" can use illusions.

Let them see "her".