Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

When he finished, he looked at Zhao again: "How do you know? ”

He thinks it's stupid after asking himself, it's a master, a tall man!

How could you not know?

Zhao smiled softly: “Guests, let's go talk in the yard. ”

She took the lead and walked backwards. Several hesitated to follow her.

Walk out the back door of the flower shop and look sharply.

A few people were bright in front of each other. I didn't think there was a hole in the sky behind this little flower shop.

It's a big, big yard, with a flower stand on the east side, full of vines of some kind, with purple flowers, tables and chairs underneath, obviously a great place to rest.

On the right is a glass flower house, where beautiful flowers can be seen through transparent walls, and although a few people in the high seas don't know much about flowers, they can also see that the variety is remarkable, and some of them shouldn't even be flowering this season.

Zhao's mystery in their hearts rose in a straight line.

Azhao asked them to sit under the flower stand and poured everyone another cup of tea.

I don't know what kind of tea it is. It just smells like sniffles, a sip of tea underneath my stomach, and the whole person calms down.

Zhao sat down and said slowly: “How do I know? Shortly after he arrived home last night, Master Wang told me that several young children had walked down that dark alley and encountered ghosts hitting the wall. ”

How many people can hear a fog, what kind of Master Wang... who is it?

Hailey asked the question.

As soon as this was said, Azhao looked at them with a few eyes of fun.

The eyes swept over the faces of several people and eventually fell on Cheng Zi and Weihua.

“They didn't see anyone, you two.” She pointed to Chengzi and Weihua, "should be very clear. ”

Cheng Zi and Weihua looked at each other and didn't understand each other. “We don't know anything about Master Wang...”

Cheng's words suddenly stopped, and the sound was like it was stuck.

He suddenly remembered that in the pictures sent to him by the two psychic forum editors, the old man who jumped out of the building and died, was named Wang.

That's not what he thought, is it?

He opened his eyes and looked at Azhao unbelievably: “That, the Master Wang...”

Azhao nodded: “Last night I warned you not to walk down the alley. You had to listen and hit something unclean. If Master Wang hadn't helped you, would you have come out so soon? ”

Cheng Zi: “…”

Others: "…”

Smell Hua stunned and asked: “No, I'm a little confused, let me flinch, so Master Wang is the ghost I saw in the alley with Cheng Zi last night... Sir? He didn't mean to hurt us, he saved us? ”

Zhao asked strangely, "What did he do to you? ”

She asked so naturally that several people stunned.

Or the psychic editor, the short-haired girl, reacts first: “Isn't he a ghost? ”

“Isn't a ghost a murderer? ”

Yeah, that's what a few people think.

Isn't that what ghosts do to people?

In their constant awareness, people and ghosts have always opposed each other.

Azhao chuckled: “Who told you ghosts were meant to hurt people? ”

Several people said, "I read it in a psychic novel. ”

“Writing psychic novels, have you seen ghosts? Ever seen a ghost? ”

A few people thought about it and thought it should be none.