Spirit Boss - 23. in transaction)

Your friend?

Wang Xiaoming watched Xiang Wenxun’s eyes in horror. Can he see Barr? !

Barr squinted his eyes and slowly pursed his lips, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the gaze he was looking at.

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth and was about to say something when Xiang Wenxun suddenly disappeared from the sofa.

…

“What did you do?” He asked nervously, looking at the empty sofa.

Barr snorted coldly: “It’s nothing, just let him go out to cool off.”

Wang Xiaoming jumped up suddenly, “Let’s go right away while he brings people up for a while.”

Barr sat as steady as a mountain, “Where to go?”

“Of course it was to escape.” Wang Xiaoming said anxiously, “What if he brings people up?”

“Then let them go out collectively to cool off.”

“But there are many others, rich and powerful, in case you find some powerful wizards to collect…” Wang Xiaoming could feel the coldness from the sofa without turning his head.

“Mage?” Barr said displeased. “Do you think I’m afraid of the mage?”

Wang Xiaoming almost cried out in a hurry, “You are not afraid, but I am afraid.”

Barr’s face eased slightly. He almost forgot that even in times of war, most human beings will only run for their lives and will not resist, unlike the angels who are born to fight. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you have trouble.” His body is still in his heart. He doesn’t know if Wang Xiaoming will affect his body after death, but with Lucifer’s character and Wang Xiaoming’s bad luck, this The possibility is great.

Wang Xiaoming wanted to say something, but he heard the door was knocked twice, and then Xiang Wenxun pushed the door in again.

“Sorry, I interrupted again.” He closed the door casually, then sat back on the original sofa, not even changing his posture.

Barr raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiang Wenxun’s eyes with a little more interest.

“Xiang, Xiang,” Wang Xiaoming said, shaking his calf, “are you okay?”

Xiang Wenxun smiled and said, “If I say I am very happy now, do you believe it or not?” The stronger the opponent, the more his hope can be realized.

…

Wang Xiaoming watched him silently for a long time before whispering: “Are you a human?”

Xiang Wenxun seemed to have expected this question beforehand, and said calmly: “Yes. A real human being.”

Barr turned his head and said, “Have you been to Noah’s Ark?”

…

Wang Xiaoming waited for him for a long time, only to realize that he couldn’t hear Barr’s voice at all, “You can’t hear him?”

“Oh? Did he say something?”

“Then how do you know…”

“How do you know the location of your friend?” Xiang Wenxun smiled slightly, “In fact, the most difficult thing is not to know the location of your friend, but to determine the existence of your friend. As long as the latter hypothesis is established, it is easy to find that your eyes are often Will subconsciously look at a certain position. It’s like when I first walked in, you looked at the sofa.”

Wang Xiaoming was surprised: “Then how do you know his existence?”

“When you are the only one left, you never hide it.” Xiang Wenxun pointed to the corner of the room. “The most indispensable thing in the silver hall is the monitor. I often talk to myself, playing cards are strange. Flying around, I want to determine the existence of your friend and it’s not as difficult as I thought.”

Only then did Wang Xiaoming know how careless he was.

“My question.” Barr was upset at his neglect.

Wang Xiaoming asked quickly: “Have you been to Noah’s Ark?”

Xiang Wenxun quickly glanced at Barr. Even if he only saw a cloud of air, he could still feel that there was a pair of eyes looking at him in this direction, “If you mean that in “2012” For the ship, I’m sorry, no one has come to me to buy a ticket.”

“Interesting.” In other words, this human being depends entirely on his intuition and analysis to guess his existence. Barr leaned back on the sofa and raised Erlang’s legs and said, “I’m interested now to hear what he wants me to help.”

Wang Xiaoming had to take up the work of translation again.

“Before helping, I want to know if this friend of yours can call upon the soul.” Xiang Wenxun said.

…

spiritualism?

Baal Evocation?

Wang Xiaominglei is here. He really couldn’t imagine Barr, wearing a black suit and shoulder-length curly hair, standing in front of the incense case calling his soul with a bell.

Barr was obviously also taken aback, and then said for a long time: “You ask him, what does he think I am?”

After Wang Xiaoming conveyed it, Xiang Wenxun frowned slightly, and for the first time he was uncertain, “Isn’t it a ghost?”

…

Mr. Xiang was’invited’ out again.

When Xiang Wenxun came in for the third time, Wang Xiaoming was very used to it.

Still in the original position, he said lightly: “If you just offended your friend, please apologize on your behalf.” His expression is normal. If his body is not wet, he looks the same as when he first appeared. .

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr curiously, and wanted to ask him where he got him so embarrassed.

Barr saw his thoughts and shrugged: “I don’t know, I just throw it away.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming was full of sympathy for Xiang Wenxun at once, but fortunately he didn’t throw it in the air outside the window, otherwise his clothes would not be soaked with water, but soaked with blood.

Xiang Wenxun did not think as much as he thought, “Then I don’t know if this friend of yours has any research on the soul?”

soul?

Barr’s eyes shone brightly.

Wang Xiaoming didn’t wait for him to ask, he started talking sensibly: “Could you please elaborate more?”

Xiang Wenxun said calmly: “I have a younger brother who is a vegetable.”

Bar Yixing stood up in a disappointed manner.

When Xiang Wenxun saw Wang Xiaoming looking in that direction and slowly raised his head, he knew that Barr had stood up, so he added unhurriedly: “As long as my brother can be awakened, I will agree to any conditions.”

Barr moved for a while, “No matter what the conditions?”

Wang Xiaoming repeated, “No matter what the conditions?”

Xiang Wenxun firmly said: “He is my only brother, as long as he can wake up, even if I use my full wealth, I will never hesitate.”

Wang Xiaoming heard a grunt in his throat and swallowed a big mouthful of water.

Barr curled his lips, “I am not interested in your wealth, what I am interested in…” He looked at Wang Xiaoming and smiled twice.

Wang Xiaoming felt that his back was very cold, very cold.

“Let me look at that vegetative first.”

Supported by General Xiang, Wang Xiaoming swaggered away in front of a group of superiors and subordinates. Looking at the jealous and suspicious eyes of Chu Zhao, Dafa and others, Wang Xiaoming knew for the first time what it’s like to be a fake tiger. Barr is also considered a tiger, but unfortunately he is a ghost tiger.

Xiang Wenxun went to pick up the car, while Wang Xiaoming and Baer were waiting at the door.

The wind was blowing at night and it was a bit cold.

Wang Xiaoming shrank his neck and said in a low voice, “Can you really call back the soul of Mr. Xiang’s brother?”

“No.” Barr replied irresponsibly.

The vegetative soul usually has three places, heaven, hell, and host. If he was the only one, then it would not be a problem to come and go to heaven and hell, but with Wang Xiaoming…he could only pass Noah’s Ark honestly-with his “friendship” with Noah’s Ark, he didn’t feel that he needed to do so. Strangers take this risk. As for the host—the human world is so big, in addition to humans, the soul may also live on animals, plants, and even dead things, just like finding a needle in a haystack.

“Then you just…” Wang Xiaoming was taken aback.

“Hmph, if necessary, I can get into his body and coax him.” Barr touched his chin and thought, the most important thing was his offer.

Wang Xiaoming is speechless, maybe he can start paying attention to his new job.

Xiang Wenxun drove the car in person.

Wang Xiaoming didn’t have much research on the car, but felt that the car was very grand and the seats were very comfortable.

The car was very quiet all the way, Xiang Wenxun was very calm from start to finish, but Wang Xiaoming felt the turbulent dark waves under his calm appearance.

For the sake of his younger brother, Wang Xiaoming’s eyes suddenly became hot. It would be nice if his brother treated him the same way. Thinking of Barr’s nonchalant words, he suddenly felt very sympathetic to him and couldn’t help but want to ease his nervousness, “Mr Xiang.” As soon as he said the words, he found that he was even more nervous.

“Huh?” Because Wang Xiaoming was sitting in the back row, Xiang Wenxun just glanced at the rearview mirror.

What should I say? Because it was impulsive, Wang Xiaoming didn’t think about his lines at all, “Uh, I think, uh… Yinguan is pretty, very beautiful.”

Xiang Wenxun was silent.

Wang Xiaoming’s heart was hung up instantly. Did you say something wrong?

Barr chuckled lightly, absolutely mocking.

After chuckling, the car fell into a weird silence, which made Wang Xiaoming wish to eat the words back.

“Maybe,” Xiang Wenxun said lightly, “this is called Jin Yu’s failure.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming thought of the business at the Silver Pavilion, and silently closed his mouth.

Xiang Wenxun lived not in the villa Wang Xiaoming imagined, but in a high-end apartment building. There was not a large number of servants rushing to greet him, only an orange floor lamp.

He turned on the light, took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa, turned his head and said, “Do you mind if I show you guys now?”

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly shook his head and said, “I don’t mind.” He followed Xiang Wenxun into the innermost room of the corridor. There was very soft music in the room, which was piano music.

After Xiang Wenxun entered the room, he turned off the CD before turning on the lamp beside the bed, “My brother doesn’t like too bright lights.”

Wang Xiaoming carefully walked two steps towards the bed.

I saw a handsome young man lying quietly, even the orange light couldn’t hide the paleness on his face.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and asked Barr, “What kind of situation is he in?” Selfishly, he hopes it is the third type. It is hard to find a host, but at least it is still in the human world. Maybe one day his brother will find it by himself.

Barr frowned. “Neither.”

“what?”

“He belongs to the fourth kind,” Barr paused, “the half vampire who first embraced the failure.”