Early the next morning, when Han Ke woke up, he didn't see Zhao Xinyu. He put on his clothes. As soon as he was about to open the door, he heard a conversation in the next room.

"I blame you. I didn't sleep much last night, and the sound was so loud. Fortunately, we were in the suburbs. If we were in the city center, we wouldn't have attracted the police." It was Cui Lingman's voice when he heard it.

"It's not that exaggerating, don't talk nonsense!" Zhao Xinyu's shy voice immediately came out.

"I'll go, sister, it's an exaggeration at all. I looked at the time. Three and a half hours, and I almost ran into the door and entered. Hehe, I feel comfortable as a man. Look at your blushing face, let me suck it too..." Then the two women were fighting.

Han Ke's face was flushed when he stood behind the door. Who would have thought that a noble and mysterious popular singer and a gentle and outstanding independent woman would have such an open conversation in private.

"Cough cough" Han Ke opened the door and deliberately coughed twice.

Hearing Han Ke's voice, the two girls in the room immediately stopped playing.

After a while, Cui Lingman's door was opened, Zhao Xinyu walked out with red faces, looked at Han Ke, and said shyly: "You are awake."

Han Ke smiled faintly, but his smile suddenly frozen. He felt a soul fluctuation coming from Cui Lingman's room. Before he could think too much, he quickly pushed open the door and walked in.

At this time, Cui Lingman was sitting in front of the table in front of the bed fiddling with a small black iron can. What was more embarrassing was that she was only wearing a translucent ice silk underwear and didn't even wear pajamas. When she saw Han Ke suddenly pushing the door and coming in, she was stunned at first, then screamed, and hurriedly covered her chest with both hands.

Han Ke quickly turned his head away. He was too hasty just now and was only worried about the dangerous things in the room, so he didn't think so much. Zhao Xinyu, who was outside the door, also walked in with a puzzled look on his face, worried about asking Han Ke what had happened.

After Cui Lingman put on his clothes, Han Ke said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this room just now, so I didn't mean it."

Cui Lingman was just a conditioned reflex just now. She smiled relievedly and said, "It's okay, I'm not even mentally prepared when you suddenly come in."

"You said there is a problem, what's the problem?" Zhao Xinyu, who was standing beside him, asked again.

"What is in this bottle?" Han Ke carefully observed the objects in the room, and finally stopped his eyes on the black iron can on the table.

"This, there will be no problem with this, right?" Cui Lingman walked to the table, picked up the small iron can and wiped it carefully and said casually: "This is the little devil I told you to invite in Thailand. It's quite useful. I can become famous this time, and it's all up to him."

Judging from Zhao Xinyu's expression, Cui Lingman should have told her about this.

Han Ke had seen similar news about someone raising ghosts for a long time, but at that time he didn't believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods. Han Ke used his abundant spiritual power to scan the small iron box carefully. He could be sure that the soul fluctuation that had just been emitted from the box.

"This thing is not very good. You may not think that it will definitely affect you after a long time." Han Ke said solemnly. He now understands why Zhao Xinyu said that Cui Lingman's temperament sometimes becomes moody like a child, and it should be affected by the things in this jar.

"This little thing has helped me get lucky, don't joke with me." Although Han Ke's expression did not mean to be joking, Cui Lingman still seemed to be a little unbelievable. Since he invited this, he has suddenly become popular again.

"You are Xinyu's friend, why would I joke with you?" Han Ke continued. Although he couldn't feel whether this thing was dangerous now, he was indeed worried about what if he didn't intervene in time and something happened to Cui Lingman again.

Hearing this, Zhao Xinyu, who was behind Han Ke, turned red again, and her heart warmed up, and she also said, "Manman, you believe in us, there must be something wrong with this thing." From Zhao Xinyu's discovery that Cui Lingman is abnormal, she definitely has a say in this.

"Then, okay, what should I do?" Although Cui Lingman was reluctant to leave, he definitely had no reservations about Zhao Xinyu.

"Give it to me, I'll help you deal with it. Don't believe these things easily in the future. You will definitely be popular again. It's definitely not because of this. If you want to be recognized by the public, it depends on your strength and precipitation." Han Ke stretched out his hand and smiled faintly.

Hearing Han Ke's words, Cui Lingman smiled and was extremely happy and said, "It's worthy of being the man we love. Not only is the good body, but his mouth is also so sweet." As he said, he handed the black iron can to Han Ke.

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On the way home, Han Ke was still thinking about Zhao Xinyu's reluctant eyes when he left, and he was quite nostalgic in his heart. He recalled the warm scene of last night. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Who could have thought that Zhao Xinyu, who was cold and indifferent in front of outsiders, also had a unrestrained and crazy side.

"Boss, who is so evil? Raising this thing is not good?" Mao Xiaohong carefully stroked the iron can in his hand. He was very clear about raising ghosts. This kind of thing is to absorb essence and blood. It can help some people achieve some goals in a short time and bring good luck. However, over time, ghosts may turn their guests into bad luck. At that time, good luck turns into bad luck, and even the feeding person is controlled by them.

"A friend, fortunately, I found it in time. Please help me get a peace talisman and I'll give it to her." Han Ke took the iron can. He had carefully checked the soul breath inside. It was very weak. If he had to use his previous soul power, he could not find the soul fluctuations inside. Han Ke also planned to try to use the Soul-Slide Spell to see if he could send the soul away.

"Haol" is mostly a subconscious self-comfort for things like Ping An Talisman. However, Mao Xiaohong's ancestors had the method of making Ping An Talisman, and the special materials were placed, which did have a little effect of warding off evil spirits and protecting the body.

In the evening, Han Ke received an exciting call, which was Meng Li's.

As soon as he saw Han Ke, a little surprise flashed in Meng Li's eyes and said, "I haven't seen you for half a year, your strength has increased a lot." Standing with Han Ke, Meng Li even felt that his soul power was suppressed. He sighed in his heart: This soul-catching pen is really the treasure of the underworld. In just one year, Han Ke almost caught up with his thousand years of accumulation.

Han Ke grinned and said deliberately, "I said Brother Meng, you have disappeared for almost half a year. I thought something big happened below." During this period, Han Ke contacted Zhou Qing and Zhao Feiyan many times, but they all knew nothing about it. Zhao Feiyan said that the passage below was closed and opened, and even the weak ghost messes like her could not go back at all.

"Oh, it's a long story, but something really happened below." Meng Li sighed first, then changed his voice and said solemnly.

"What happened?" Han Ke was eager to know the following situation, but he had no channels. Among the people he knew, only Meng Li, Xuan Er and Old Man Li could get in touch with the following information, but these people collectively broke off the contact with him when they said there was no news.

"This is not easy to say. You have a special identity and knowing too much about some things will not benefit you."

When he came again, when he heard Meng Li's words, Han Ke said helplessly: "Brother, I'm not weak now, okay? I can't know!" How much Han Ke's strength has improved, he could clearly sense. Just as Meng Li was looking at Meng Li's soul, Han Ke could clearly see the outline of Meng Li's facial features deep in her soul. This shows that his soul power can be said to be comparable to Meng Li's. However, if he really wants to fight, Han Ke probably can't beat Meng Li. After all, Meng Li has accumulated combat experience for thousands of years.
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