Chapter 697: Little psionic assistant, soft and cute, and can eat (42)
"What happened?"
Seeing that there was something wrong with Wu Chen's expression, Xiang Xing was a little worried and couldn't help but gently shook the man's big hand.
I saw his eyes move a few times.
Her voice suddenly became heavy: "Luo Qingya was reborn 18 years ago."
As soon as these words came out, the crowds of people, ghosts and animals couldn't help but their eyes widened: "...what?!"
Luo Qingya...has been reborn?
Xiang Xing shook his head in shock, his soft eyes blinked, and he couldn't help but remember what he had seen and heard that night.
If Luo Qingya is really reborn... Then who did she and Wu Chen see and hear?
Could it be that Luo Qingya still has a female ghost with twin sisters...
Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly felt a headache.
Why things seem to be getting more and more complicated.
The crowd was immersed in shocked silence.
In the end, Wu Chen recovered first and took a deep breath.
Quickly took out the phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the voice of Captain Xiao Zhang came from the handset of the phone: "What's wrong, Boss Wu, do you want to invite me to drink..."
Wu Chen pursed his thin lips slightly, and quickly interrupted the opponent's teasing.
The voice was solemn and serious: "When will Fang Qiao come back? Also, can we talk to her head-on through you or some channel?"
"……what?"
Captain Zhang was taken aback.
Then, she sighed slightly embarrassed, "Don't ask Fang Qiao anymore, she can't come back, and her agent doesn't want her to make a weird hot search on this matter."
"There is..."
The words on the other side suddenly paused.
Then, even deliberately lowered it a lot, and continued, "Wu Chen, it's not a brother, I won't help you...I received a notice from above that the Murongye couple's case can no longer be investigated."
"Mainly I heard that this incident involves..."
"Beep, beep—"
Before Captain Zhang had finished speaking, a series of hurried busy sounds came from Wu Chen's cellphone receiver.
The man's eyes flickered, and he could only put down the phone in silence.
Look at the call interface that has been automatically hung up, and look at the crowds of people, ghosts and animals around, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
Obviously.
The most respected old man in Qinghe City, who is over a hundred years old, can only use a ventilator to maintain his life in bed, has already taken action.
"...We are afraid that we can no longer investigate further, right?"
As soon as Mina said this, the crowd fell silent again.
Xiang Xing frowned even more and hugged the man beside him tightly.
She lifted her small head and looked at the tense handsome face, her soft eyes full of worry.
After thinking about it, I finally summoned the courage, and said quietly: "Wu Chen, what are you going to do?"
"..."
Wu Chen narrowed his eyes lightly, and did not answer immediately.
The atmosphere in this living room is about to freeze.
A gloomy wind swept through the window again, and another black cloak came in suddenly and landed on the other side of Wu Chen.
He glanced at Xiang Xing seemingly, possessed himself, and whispered to the man.
"..."
Although she and Wu Chen were very close at the moment, the strange language of the black cloak still couldn't make Xiang Xing understand.
She only felt that when the voice of the black cloak fell.
The arms of the man in his arms suddenly stretched even tighter.
Ying Ting Qingjun's face was crossed with a look that was more surprised than just now.