Wang Hen knew that Su Ruotang had met Elder Feng of Qintianjian, and he always thought that Qintianjian was a magic stick.
At this time, he looked at the talisman in his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Third Princess, have you changed careers?"
Changed his career from a doctor to a magician?
He didn't ask the last half of the sentence.
But his look said it all.
Su Ruotang's forehead jumped.
She finally understood why Wang Hen and Xu Shangshu had such a good relationship.
Xu Shangshu grabbed Wang Hen and carefully put the talisman in his hand into his chest, "You must listen to the third prince's concubine, you are right."
Wang Hen was stunned: "Are you possessed by evil spirits?"
Xu Huai, like him, never believed in ghosts and gods, let alone the so-called talismans.
Why is it so unusual today?
Xu Huai thought of the unlucky guy with his head folded, and his expression was hard to describe.
A strange color flashed across his eyes, and he patted Xu Huai on the shoulder, "I really want to know the reason?"
Wang Hen looked at him suspiciously and nodded.
Xu Huai looked at Su Ruotang erratically: "Third Princess, is it still there?"
Su Ruotang looked at the unfortunate ghosts making faces around Wang Hen and nodded.
Xu Huai took a breath of air, took two steps back, and stood in the sun.
He pointed to the front hall: "You and the Third Prince will know the answer when you go to the front hall."
Wang Hen looked confused: "Aren't you going?"
Xu Huai looked serious for a moment, without any psychological pressure to fool his brother who grew up. "I still have something to do. I'll come as soon as I finish it."
With that said, he ordered the Yaqing, "Leave two people waiting for you sir outside the mansion."
Mo Jinming looked at Xu Huai with a half-smile but said, "The relationship between Xu Shangshu and Lord Wang is really good."
Xu Huai pretended not to hear the teasing in his tone and grinned, "He and I grew up wearing a pair of crotchless pants, so we naturally have a good relationship."
He has seen ghosts.
Naturally, Wang Hen had to learn more about it.
Wang Hen didn't know why he followed Mo Ronyan and the others to the front hall.
Mo Jinming closed the door and suddenly asked: "Master Wang has handled no fewer than a thousand cases, right?"
Wang Hen looked modest: "It's 1,500 pieces."
Mo Jinming nodded: "You must have seen many bizarre cases, right?"
Wang Hen frowned slightly and sighed, "Indeed, some cases are very strange and no murderer can be found."
"When we went to investigate, many prisoners gave the officer the impression that they didn't even know they had committed a crime, and they killed themselves without killing anyone."
"But it's really strange that all the evidence points to him..."
When Wang Hen said this, the wrinkles on his eyebrows deepened.
He has seen many cases, which are really bizarre.
Especially like the ghosts committing crimes mentioned in the storybook.
But he firmly believes that there are no ghosts in the world.
It’s all people who cause trouble.
Su Ruotang took out the talisman seal that had been given to Xu Shangshu and handed it to him.
Wang Hen was confused, but he still reached out and took it.
The moment he got the talisman, he thought he was hallucinating.
The unfortunate ghost floated in front of him, took off his head and held it up, making eye contact with Wang Hen.
Wang Hen raised his hand in confusion and rubbed his eyes: "Well, it must be because there have been too many cases recently and I am too tired. I can see ghosts in the clear day."
He rubbed his eyes calmly.
Open your eyes again.
The handsome scholar-looking ghost in front of him changed his posture.
Instead of raising his head, he took out his long fingers and strangled his neck.
Wang Hen: "...I may not have woken up."
He rubbed his eyes again.
Open your eyes again.
In front of him is a beating heart.
The unlucky guy's tongue was stretched out, and there was a bloody hole in his chest.
Wang Hen's eyes widened and he fell back straight.
Mo Rongyan quickly grabbed him with quick eyes and hands and stuffed him into a chair.
Su Ruotang was already prepared and stuffed the quick-acting Jiuxin Pill in his hand into his mouth.
At the same time, he glared at the unfortunate guy and said, "Be normal."
Wang Hen's character and ability are outstanding.
It scared him to death that those cases would have to fall on Ayan.
Ayan will be very hard.
"Ahem..." Wang Hen covered his chest, opened his eyes, and spoke tremblingly, "Your Highness...just now..."
Mo Ronyan looked calm: "It's called the Unlucky Ghost."
The unfortunate guy immediately protested: "I'm not called the unfortunate guy, I have a name."
Mo Jinming asked casually: "What's your name?"
"Fat Lu!"
"Judge Lu?" Mo Jinming was shocked.
The unlucky man rolled his eyes, looking a little confused, "It's the fat man's fatness."
Mo Jinming: "...Who gave you this name?"
The unlucky man stuffed his heart back in distress, took out his stomach and blew it into a balloon to play with, "The most knowledgeable village chief in the village."
The Prince of Dali Temple who witnessed this scene with his own eyes felt numb all over.
He almost didn't come up in one breath.
Su Ruotang choked him in time and glared at the unlucky guy, "You scared him to death. From now on, you will judge the case of the Dali Temple Minister."
The unlucky ghost was playing with his stomach indifferently: "Ghosts can't touch things in the world."
Su Ruotang said lightly: "I have a way to make it happen for you."
Wang Hen, who was on the verge of coma, had only one thought in his mind -
It turns out that those bizarre cases were really committed by ghosts.
The unfortunate man blinked and looked at the sparse hair on Wang Hen's head.
He stuffed his stomach back and took off his scalp to look at it.
After a moment of silence, he quickly put the scalp back on and floated to a corner to reduce his presence.
If he becomes an official, his hair will become sparse, so he doesn't want to be an official anymore.
Wang Hen never thought that he would see a ghost one day.
His eyes widened and his features twisted.
After a long while, he managed to hold back a sentence, "Hell, does sudden death count as a work-related injury?"
