The man reminded Jiang Linxian to get off the car with him.
Jiang Linxian had this intention.
At this moment, the early-stage dream monster has already boarded the car.
He smelled the human scent on the man and Jiang Linxian, and stopped the two humans who were about to get out of the car.
"The smell of smelly rats makes me sick." The early-stage Dream Demon-level ghost smiled horribly and stared at the two humans.
The man looked indifferently, staring at the dream monster, and said, "You probably don't know who I am yet. If you knew, you wouldn't stop me."
The early-stage dream monster showed no fear at all: "I don't care who you are, you stinky rat. As long as you are seen by me, you are food in my mouth."
After saying that, he was ready to go crazy.
The man took out a black token, waved it in front of the early-stage dream demon, and said, "You should recognize this token, right?"
The incubus-level ghost was stunned for a moment, and then restrained the ghostly aura behind it: "I didn't expect you to be a member of the ghost street force."
As he said that, he looked at Jiang Linxian beside the man and said with a smile: "You can leave, but the human next to you must stay."
"He is also a member of the Ghost Street Force."
The Dream Demon-level ghost sneered: "Whoever has the token in his hand, I will let him go, unless he also has the token."
"If you eat a little human without a token, will your forces still stand up for him?"
The man glanced at Jiang Linxian with a helpless expression.
Although he can protect himself, he cannot protect Jiang Linxian.
"Brother, I'm sorry." The man said apologetically. In times of crisis, preserving one's so-called life is the most important thing.
Jiang Linxian expressed his understanding and said nothing more.
After the man got off the bus, the bus started again.
"Don't worry, I will let you die happily without too much pain."
The incubus-level ghost said that the other ghosts on the bus showed fear at the aura exuded by the incubus-level ghost.
They simply don't dare to mess with such ghosts.
Jiang Linxian pointed to the work badge on his chest and said, "I am a staff member of Guai Ai Hospital. Are you sure you want to do something to me?"
The early-stage dream monster glanced at it with a look of disdain.
"If I were not a Dream Demon, I might still be wary of you, but unfortunately, this job card has no restrictions on me. Besides, you are just a stinky rat."
Jiang Linxian took a few steps back, thought of something, took out the Dras badge, and said, "You may not know who you are facing yet."
"Now I'll teach you a lesson."
"You must have seen the coat of arms of the Dras family, right?"
The Dream Demon-level ghost was shocked when he saw the badge, and then thought of something: "Although your badge is very important, no one will know if I kill you now."
Said, the ghostly aura behind him suddenly burst out, and he was about to attack Jiang Linxian.
At this moment, an old man next to Jiang Linxian suddenly said: "Stop."
The dream monster looked at the old man and sneered: "Old man, do you want to save a human being?"
"Do you want to be eaten by me too?"
The old man took off the yellow straw hat on his head and revealed his deep eyes: "Are you sure you want to take action against the benefactor of the Dras family?"
"Are you able to withstand the anger of the new prince Angelina?"
Hearing the name Angelina, the dream demon-level ghost suddenly lost its arrogance.
A natural disaster-level ghost who was famous in the Roland region wanted to crush him to death, just like crushing an ant to death.
He almost forgot how terrifying the new prince of the Dras family was.
Jiang Linxian looked at the old man.
He didn't know him at all.
After the dream monster's eyes flickered a few times, he asked the driver to stop and left the bus.
Without the pressure of the Dream Demon-level ghost, Jiang Linxian felt much lighter.
He looked at the old man beside him and said thank you.
The latter nodded and said, "You're welcome."
"I am also a member of the Dras family. This badge of yours is a gift from the Dras family to the heroes who have made great contributions to the family."
"Although I was not in the castle, I knew about the previous disaster very clearly."
"If you have difficulties in the future, you can hold this badge and seek help from members of the Dras family."
As he spoke, the old man showed the family pattern on his clothes.
"Only members of the Dras family can draw such patterns on their clothes, making them easy to identify."
Jiang Linxian nodded. He had a new understanding of the role of the Dras badge.
The old man got off the bus at 19th Street, Ghost Street. Before getting off, he bowed to Jiang Linxian.
This is considered the highest etiquette in Dras.
The members of Dras have never been stingy when it comes to the heroes of Dras.
Jiang Linxian nodded, and when the bus arrived at the 20th Street of Ghost Street, he got off the bus.
This is already considered a relatively remote suburb of Ghost Street.
There are very few ghosts on the streets.
Moreover, the buildings here are very old and not as prosperous as the streets of Xingfu Apartment and Guai Hospital.
Jiang Linxian followed the address and came to Jiuzhuang Community.
This is a very old building.
Many residents have already moved out.
The white house number of Jiuzhuang Community hangs crookedly on the iron gate.
Jiang Linxian stepped on the muddy ground and walked into the iron gate.
The yard of the community was littered with garbage and exuded a very disgusting stench.
Jiang Linxian bought a mask at the Chaos Store and put it on to avoid a severe attack of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
But even so, the dirty scene he saw still made his arms tremble violently.
On the long balcony of the community, some bells hanging outside were tinkling, and the unoccupied dilapidated wooden door opened and closed in the wind, making a harsh creaking sound.
Jiang Linxian walked up the stairs, stepped on the water-soaked and rotten newspapers on the ground, and walked slowly towards 503.
"Stop, what do you do?" Suddenly, an old man's voice came from behind Jiang Linxian, asking Jiang Linxian who had just walked up the stairs.
"I've never seen you before."
Jiang Linxian had already taken out the ghost stick, turned around and looked at the old man behind him who was wearing a white vest and holding a yellowed pipa fan. He said kindly: "I am a relative who lives in 503. I came here today to see the children of 503." ."
"What are you from 503?"
"A relative of 503."
"A relative of five or something?"
"A relative of 503."
"What relatives of Zero Three?"
Jiang Linxian's face darkened, his arm holding the Soul Slayer Ghost Stick shook violently, and he rushed towards the old man.
The old man's ears didn't seem to work very well. He might need a little help. As an intern, Jiang Linxian felt that this was his responsibility.
"Oh, he's a relative of resident 503." The old man suddenly realized: "He doesn't seem to be here. You have to come back at night."
"Where did they go?"
"It seems that he went to the hospital." The old man explained: "The little boy of the resident seemed to be sick and was taken for treatment."
Jiang Linxian frowned, his face extremely cold, and walked towards Resident 503 without looking back.
