"Let them wait a moment."

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and said.

"Well, I understand, I will inform you later." Lu Zhiwen said.

Looking up at the sky, Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a little cold. He tightened his clothes and turned his head to look in one direction.

"Professor Wang, you seem to be very relaxed."

Lin Qian suddenly appeared near Wang Xiaoming with a group of people.

Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and sat up from the steps:

"The matter is settled, Mr. Qin..."

When talking about Mr. Qin, Wang Xiaoming stopped and did not continue.

"He is probably dead. Judging from his condition at that time, he was already at the end of his strength." Lin Qian said.

"Is that so? I understand." Wang Xiaoming acted very calmly, as if he was not surprised or regretful about Mr. Qin's death.

At this time, Lin Qian handed Wang Xiaoming an oil painting. On the painting was a large tomb standing in the wilderness. On top of the tomb the size of a house, there was a white memorial tablet, with Wei Jing's name on it very conspicuously.

In front of the grave, Wei Jing's name is also written on the blue-black tombstone.

"Wei Jing is inside. When he comes out, he will be able to control the ghost perfectly."

Wang Xiaoming took the oil painting and looked at the scene above, his eyes flickering. It seemed that Mr. Qin had succeeded:

"How many ferocious ghosts did Wei Jing eat this time?"

Lin Qian looked at Wang Xiaoming and said playfully:

"Seventy of them. These guys are really out of the ordinary. There aren't that many evil ghosts in the entire capital city."

Upon hearing this amount, Wang Xiaoming's hand paused slightly, but he quickly recovered.

"Seventy, that's a bit rude. You gave him face by not killing him on the spot."

Wang Xiaoming felt a little emotional, Wei Jing is really brave, the ghosts in the ghost painting are Lin Qian's food.

Wei Jing was really at ease with things like snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

"Haha, it's good to know." Lin Qian laughed.

Wang Xiaoming put the oil painting away and did not take Lin Qian's words too seriously. Since Lin Qian was willing to give him the painting, it meant that he didn't care much about the rations.

After looking at Yang Jian and others, as many people came out as they entered, it was just right.

"Okay, if you want to know anything, just ask Wang Chaling and the others. I have to go and rest. Don't bother me these two days. I will go back by myself after I wake up."

"So, if you want to have a meeting or something, don't come to me. I'm not in the mood." Lin Qian said to Wang Xiaoming.

"This is no problem. There are no meetings to be held recently. As for when you will leave Dajing City, there is no problem. This headquarters will not care." Wang Xiaoming nodded and said.

Lin Qian looked at the sky and didn't pay much attention to Wang Xiaoming's words. He turned to look at Yang Jian and the others, thought for a while and said:

"I have to go and take a nap. You can do whatever you want. Also, don't come to me if you have nothing to do."

After saying that, Lin Qian planned to leave. He really wanted to sleep now and needed to regain consciousness.

"By the way, arrange a room for me at Ping'an Hotel..."

"Forget it, I'll find an empty room inside."

Having said this, Lin Qian rubbed his face and looked at everyone. Without saying anything, his body flashed away and disappeared directly.

Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian's iconic ghost land and hurried on, and made a slight estimate of the distance between the headquarters and Ping'an Hotel. Well, it's only a few minutes' drive away...

What a luxury.

"Professor Wang, since there is nothing else to do, I will go back to rest. I am really a little tired this time."

However, before Wang Xiaoming could answer anything, Yang Jian's ghost realm unfolded and left the place in a flash.

I have to say that having a ghost domain is really convenient...

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian who had disappeared, his eyes flickering, and he could clearly see the coffin nails in Yang Jian's hands.

"A new coffin nail? The color seems to be a little different. I wonder if the effect will be the same." Wang Xiaoming thought to himself.

Ye Zhen saw that Lin Qian and Yang Jian had left. He didn't want to stay here and disappeared without even saying hello.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the three guys who were driving through the ghost realm, pushed up his glasses, and looked at Wang Chaling and the others.

Wang Cha Lingyi pushed up his glasses, thought for a while and said:

"I can't open the ghost zone now."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Jun stood silently next to Wang Xiaoming, recalling the way Lin Qian and the others left just now. To be honest, he was a little envious.

How luxurious it is to travel through the Ghost Realm. He also wanted to be extravagant, but unfortunately his strength did not allow it...

"Professor Wang, if nothing happens, I'll leave too." Li Leping looked at Wang Xiaoming and said.

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, nodded and said okay, and then Li Leping disappeared.

Wang Xiaoming fell silent, silently taking off his glasses and staring at Xie Qi, Fan Ba, Fang Shiming and Jiang Shangbai without saying a word.

Xie Qi and Fan Ba ​​looked at each other, nodded and disappeared at the same time.

Wang Xiaoming:……

Li Jun:......

Lu Zhiwen:……

Fang Shiming touched his nose, smiled at Professor Wang, felt a little embarrassed, grabbed Jiang Shangbai's shoulder, and disappeared as well.

He is an alien now and will not be able to revive as a ghost.

Wang Xiaoming gently wiped his glasses and said to Wang Chaling:

"Tell me the outcome of the matter."

Sometimes, changing the topic appropriately is a good choice.

Just like now.

And sometimes, being an alien and not afraid of the resurrection of evil spirits is really amazing.

Just like people like Lin Qian...

"no problem."
Chapter completed!