Wang Jingzhe did not express any opinions on this, because it was Fan Chengliang's, and he came to help out from the perspective of a friend. As for how to deal with the aftermath, he would not give any opinions.

But this matter is quite a bit terrible, because in the end, the people behind Xu Shaozhong had no big impact. Xu Shaozhong's own fate was that he had no real estate company and ended up in a bleak future.

In fact, this is one of the reasons why Wang Jingzhe was disgusted with the temple. Take him as an example. If someone dares to deal with him like this, Wang Jingzhe will definitely choose to kill him with a stick and will never be spoiled.

But it is hard to say about the people in the temple. There is only interests in front of them, and there is no right or wrong. As long as the talk is in place, everything can be written off.

Someone once said that the world is dirty because of the temple.

After this incident, Wang Jingzhe no longer cares about what the ending is. He has his own business to be busy with. It has been enough to delay him for about ten days, because he has already decided on his itinerary to Inner Mongolia.

Before leaving the front office, Wang Jingzhe and his temporary partner Guo Qianqian had a meal together. They were in a roadside food stall. Wang Jingzhe still admired this policewoman. Guo Qianqian's personality and way of being a human are particularly good for his appetite. Of course, there will be no emotional issues between the two. If you force yourself, you may be considered a confidant?

"Come on, have a drink?" Wang Jingzhe picked up the wine glass. Guo Qianqian touched him and then drank it all in one go, his movements were casual and straightforward and not at all humble.

After drinking a few glasses of wine and eating the dishes, Guo Qianqian said, "I think it's interesting to know you. Wang Jingzhe, you have opened a novel door for me. I didn't expect that there are so many things in this world that we don't know."

Afterwards, Wang Jingzhe told Guo Qianqian about the detailed process. The girl was amazed after hearing this and screamed for a while.

Wang Jingzhe said: "You can completely treat this door as non-existent. How you lived in the past and how you lived in the future. In fact, it has nothing to do with you, look..."

Wang Jingzhe put down his wine glass, pointed to the crowd passing by the roadside, and said, "Actually, most people don't know these things, but they really exist in their lives. But what impact do you think will have on them? There is no such thing as the sun rises as usual and still sets west. This is life."

Guo Qianqian blinked her big eyes and said in confusion: "But they don't know that."

"You can also choose to forget..." Wang Jingzhe was explaining, his eyes suddenly froze, and he raised his head slightly to look at the corner of the street behind Guo Qianqian.

Guo Qianqian looked back and asked, "What are you looking at? There is someone behind me, you scared me."

"Nothing" Wang Jingzhe shook his head lightly. In the glance just now, at the corner of the street dozens of meters away, he saw a figure flashing in the corner.

Time was short and fleeting. His eyes were almost two seconds before the man disappeared. What surprised Wang Jingzhe was that he seemed to feel the same aura as the man who had fallen into the ghost before.

But this feeling was too short, and he didn't have time to confirm whether he had read it wrong or whether the other party was indeed the case.

In fact, there are many people like this. There is never a shortage of people walking in the dark night in this world. In addition to the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, there are also some very evil sects such as Maoshan and Longhushan, just like those performed in movies or TV.

Therefore, Wang Jingzhe didn't care much after a glance, and he thought he had met such a person.

After a while, Wang Jingzhe and Guo Qianqian finished their meal and waved their goodbye.

"When will it come here..." Guo Qianqian asked with her big eyes flashing.

"I often float back and forth, but I can't say it's right."

"Don't think too much. I just asked casually before parting. You're kind of polite, so let's see you again..."

Wang Jingzhe said speechlessly: "It's okay if you don't explain, but I misunderstood if you explain more."

"Goodbye, there's no time to shake hands!" Guo Qianqian bared her teeth and waved her little hand and said.

That night, Wang Jingzhe returned to the hotel and slept for a night to leave the front office tomorrow.

Guo Qianqian also went home, and after washing up, she lay on the bed and was about to go to bed.

Time flies for a few hours, and around midnight, Guo Qianqian falls asleep.

Under Guo Qianqian’s apartment, in a dark corner of the underground parking lot, Chalapai was holding a piece of yellow paper in his hand. This was a very ordinary thing he picked up from a grave near Qiangang. It was the kind of yellow paper pressed with bricks on the grave.

This yellow surface paper seems particularly dark because it carries the yin energy of the cemetery, and is a very unlucky thing.

The Chalapa cut the yellow paper into a human shape, and wrote a few crooked Chinese characters in blood, three characters, Guo Qianqian.

The Chalas took out a bottle of corpse liquid from his body, which was the yellow water flowing down after the corpse was rotten. This thing was very evil. If the dead person did many evils before his life, the yellow water flowing out of the rotten corpse after his death would be even more evil and gloomy.

Chalapai then poured the corpse liquid into a small bowl and put the yellow paper into the bowl. Then he took out some poisonous insects and stuffed them into his mouth and refused. He still held an unknown insect about the size of a mosquito in his palm.

"Gaba, Gaba" When he ate insects, the movement was very crisp, a bit like eating beans. After chewing for a while, he opened his mouth and vomited it out again. The corpse of a black poisonous insect in his hand was put in the bowl by him again.

The liquid in the bowl quickly turned into something like a ball of paste. Chalapai sent the bug in his palm into the bowl, and the bug then quickly got into the ball of paste. After a while, when the bug came out again, its body seemed to have grown a lot.

"Go..." Chalapa pointed at the apartment above, while muttering Thai, guiding the flying insect to Guo Qianxi's home.
Chapter completed!