I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Five years later.

On an ordinary afternoon, Qin Yao was practicing as usual in Hu'an Palace.

After reaching his level, the role that such routine practice can play is actually very small. It has already reached the stage where people are not rich without windfall, and horses are not fat without night grass. Practice all depends on opportunities and resources.

However, what made him helpless was that there really weren't many opportunities in the world of Zongxie. He once tried to leave the palace to practice cultivation, but he didn't see a single ghost after walking for two months, let alone any monsters.

Since then, he gave up his plan to search for experience packs all over the world and returned to Hu'an Palace.

"Taoist Priest Qin, Taoist Priest Qin..."

In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and Zhong Yanhuo hurried to the side hall, stood outside the door and called.

In the palace, Qin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, his body flew up from the futon like smoke, appeared in front of the door, stretched out his hand and opened the vermilion door: "Any work to do?"

"There is no work." Zhong Yanhuo shook his head and said, "The person you asked my master to find five years ago has news."

"Jiamin?" Qin Yao's heart moved.

Counting the time, it has been exactly five years since I collected evil spirits in the abandoned apartment.

Is it because the Golden Dragon Master has no entanglement with Jiamin in the original work? Whether he is alive or dead has no impact at all!

"That's right." Zhong Yanhuo explained: "Some time ago, a large number of poison masters were arrested during a drug raid on the island. Today, a woman named Chen Yulan came with a girl named Jia Min to bail one of them out. I met my master’s friend.”

"Just find it..." Qin Yao took a breath and said, "Where is your home address?"

"I gave you a note on paper." Zhong Yanhuo took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Qin Yao with both hands.

Qin Yao looked down and saw it written in traditional Chinese: No. 117, Xinghu Road Street...

Thirty minutes later, the sun set in the west, leaving only a dim white fish belly in the distant sky.

Qin Yao, wearing a black suit and a calm expression, stood in front of a door and knocked on the blue-black door.

"Click."

With the sound of a lock opening, a thin, haggard-looking middle-aged woman appeared behind the door and opened a gap in the seemingly heavy door: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Jiamin."

Qin Yao took a step back slightly, saying that he meant no harm, and then said: "I am the boss of the shop where she worked before. I want to invite her back to work. Is she at home?"

The middle-aged woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "She hasn't come back yet. She has come back very late these days."

Qin Yao asked politely: "Where does she work now? I want to see if I can dig her back."

Hearing what he said, the middle-aged woman moved slightly and took out her mobile phone: "Wait a minute, I'll call her now and ask."

After two beeps, the call was connected. The middle-aged woman turned on the loudspeaker and asked directly: "Xiao Min, where are you?"

"Auntie..." The girl's voice came from the mobile phone, as if the volume was lowered on purpose: "I'm here in the dangerous building."

The middle-aged woman's expression changed and she asked hurriedly: "What are you doing there?"

"Xiao Min, everything is ready, come on." At this time, another girl's voice suddenly sounded on the phone.

"okay."

In an unfinished building, a short-haired girl who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old responded loudly, and then whispered into her mobile phone: "I work here, auntie. I won't tell you anymore, I should go to work. .”

After saying that, she hurriedly pressed the hang up button and trotted up to a girl with long, beautiful hair.

Compared with Jiamin, who has small eyes, a small mouth, and a shriveled figure, the other party's big eyes, high nose, and plump figure outshine her in every aspect, making her feel slightly inferior.

"Are you ready?" Five steps away, a man wearing a brown vest held a camera in his hand and said to the two people in front of him.

Jiamin exhaled softly and grabbed a square chair on the ground together with the pretty girl.

Upon seeing this, Huang Mao quickly turned on the camera, greeted the camera, and then said that he was going to record a broadcast today to invite the chair girl. At this point, he turned the camera to Jiamin and his girlfriend Qianqian, and said: "Jiamin, classmate, Please tell everyone what a chair girl is."

Jiamin seemed a little nervous and stammered: "Aunt Chair is a little girl who was tortured to death by her aunt a hundred years ago. Later she became a spirit for some reason..."

Huang Mao then asked: "What is the use of asking for a spirit?"

"You can ask her questions and she knows the answers to many things," Jiamin said.

"Wow~" Huang Mao shouted exaggeratedly, and said loudly: "Now let's ask our psychic girl Jiamin to invite the chair girl to perform for us..."

Jiamin was so nervous that her hands were sweating, but for the reward of 10,000 yuan, she still raised the square chair with the female Internet celebrity Qianqian and began to chant a spell.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Not long after, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded from behind them. Huang Mao subconsciously held up the camera and turned around, only to see a tall and burly man in a suit slowly approaching and stopping not far away.

"Hey, is this Aunt Yizi?" Huang Mao pointed the camera at the man in the suit and joked: "Didn't I say that Aunt Yizi is a little girl? How did she become a man?"

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at this reckless guy: "You haven't learned in school how to be polite when going out?"

Huang Mao was still taking pictures of Qin Yao and said with a smile: "Just a joke. You're not someone who can't even take a joke, are you?"

Qin Yao smiled slightly and said, "I hope you can still laugh later."

Huang Mao's heart skipped a beat and he said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do? Let me tell you, this is a society ruled by law, you..."

"Hello~"

At this time, a little girl's voice suddenly sounded in the empty floor, instantly interrupting Huang Mao's words.

"Grizzly Bear, don't look for trouble and hit the chair quickly." Qianqian said loudly.

After all, Huang Mao knew the priorities. He quickly turned the camera to point at the chair and said, "Auntie Chair, Aunt Chair, can I ask you anything?"

"What do you want to ask?" the little girl's voice sounded from the chair.

"I want to ask, why does your aunt want to beat you to death?" Huang Mao asked with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of crying suddenly came from the chair. In Qin Yao's field of vision, the girl's soul attached to the chair gradually became violent, controlling the chair to fly around.

Qianqian, who was also holding the chair, was quickly thrown away, but a stream of black energy stuck to Jiamin's hands.

Qin Yao pursed his lips, glanced at the excited Huang Mao, and said to the little girl who was trying to get into Jiamin's body: "There is an injustice, and there is a debtor. It was not she who poked your scar, why are you looking for her? "

Hearing this, Huang Mao's smile froze, and an unknown premonition suddenly emerged in his heart...