The Unique Student Ghost-Hunter

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Early morning of the next day, a van stopped in front of Sheng Ying Middle School's gate.

The students were sparsely scattered as they entered the campus.

Previously, he only knew that Hu Xiao'er was a Daoist, but he didn't know that Hu Xiao'er was even a high school senior.

"What the f * ck kind of school is this? Laozi has seen countless luxury cars drive in within 10 minutes!" "It really blinded my eyes."

Another masked man read out the results of his cell phone search, "Sheng Ying Middle School, known as the highest level school in A City. Five star high school. Due to the large number of rich children attending school, it is known as the most expensive high school in history. "

The man's eyes lit up as he read this.

"Brother Li, so this is a wealthy school! There are many rich kids here!" "Oh my god!"

The leader of the masked men said, "So that's how it is. No wonder there are so many luxurious cars on the ground! "Brat, looks like this friend of yours is pretty rich!"

Zhang Mou laughed awkwardly, thinking that even I didn't expect the Heavenly Master Hu to be so rich, I didn't expect him to be attending a noble school, tsk tsk tsk.

He was both capable and rich, a fighter jet among the rich and handsome.

"Brother Li, I feel like we can get a lot of money from kidnapping a few people in this school. It's much better than that brothel's lion dance painting of yours!"

Li Wei slapped the person on the head, "Are you f * * king stupid? These people are all rich, but don't you know the consequences of going against rich people?"

"Why?"

Li Wei slapped him again, "You have a lot of money and power, if you provoke them, isn't that equivalent to seeking death?"

The man scratched his head and said no more. He must have gotten used to it.

A moment later, an eight-million-dollar Rolls-Royce appeared in front of the school.

The five masked men and Zhang Mou were immediately dumbfounded. Was this school really that rich?

Although Zhang Mou was now in a state of kidnapping, but seeing the scene in front of his eyes, he even wanted to kidnap these rich and powerful people.

Following that, Qian Yunwei, Chen Lili and Wang Xiaodie who were on the carriage walked out with their bags on their back, following closely behind Hu Xiao'er as he rubbed his eyes.

Zhang Mou's chin was about to fall down. The Heavenly Master Hu was actually so rich, this was too exaggerated!

He was in disbelief.

He guessed that Qian Yunwei, who was beside Hu Xiao'er, and Chen Lili were probably his family members.

When the masked man heard that the boy who got off the Rolls Royce was Zhang Mou's friend, he was surprised.

The son of a rich family, how could he get that painting back?

No matter what, regardless of his family, the painting had been sent to the wrong place, so it was only right and proper for him to come back now.

He then ordered Zhang Mou to call him over.

The car window slid down, revealing Zhang Mou's swollen face.

"Heavenly Master Hu!"

Hu Xiao'er and Qian Yunwei were still laughing and talking when they suddenly heard a call from behind them.

Heavenly Master Hu? Who would call him that?

Turning his head, he saw a boy with a swollen face sticking his head out the window of a van. He had a vulgar smile on his face.

Who the hell is this? Curiosity hung on Hu Xiao'er's face.

"Yun Wei Li, Little Butterfly, you guys go first, I have something to do." Hu Xiao'er told them before he walked towards the van.

Why did it look so familiar? The voice was very familiar? It all sounded wretched.

Seeing Hu Xiao'er walking over uncertainly, Zhang Mou quickly confirmed, "Heavenly Master Hu, it's me, Volcano Middle School's security guard, Zhang Mou!"

Hu Xiao'er finally realised what was going on. No wonder he was so wretched, he was that diaosi!

Eh? How did he turn into such a ghost?

It was obvious that he was beaten up.

Shouldn't he be at work today? Why would he come to his school?

However, because there was a dark colored film on the window, Hu Xiao'er could not see what was happening inside the car.

But look at him lying on the back seat window, plus his bruised face.

Hu Xiao'er immediately thought that this fellow could not have been kidnapped?

Thus, Hu Xiao'er walked over vigilantly.

Naturally, he was not worried about any accidents. If he was not even afraid of evil spirits, how could he be afraid of people?

It was just that Zhang Mou's expression made him suspicious for a moment.

What if he did something out of line and someone in the car stabbed him?

"What the hell? What are you doing here? Why is your face so swollen? "

"About that, Heavenly Master Hu, it's because of that brothel lion dance painting last time."

At this moment, he could clearly see the few masked men in the car observing him.

He had guessed it right. He had indeed been kidnapped.

The masked man behind him grabbed Zhang Mou by the neck, and spoke to Hu Xiao'er: "You are allowed to take out the painting within an hour, or else, his little life will not be preserved!"

He couldn't understand what they were saying at all!

Besides, this was too funny. Kidnapping someone without a knife and using his hands to grab the hostage was obviously just a novice!

Hu Xiao'er threw up his hands, "I'm sorry, I really don't know what you're talking about. Also, what does his death have to do with me?

Zhang Mou saw that Hu Xiao'er was about to turn around and leave, and immediately shouted out, "They are the seller of that painting, they got the wrong goods, that painting is a real painting, now they want to take it back."

"Then why don't you return the painting to them?"

"I also wanted to, but that picture was already blank. I told them about last time, but they just didn't believe in ghosts or gods or anything like that and now they're forcing me to hand over that picture."

What can I do? I have no other choice, only you can testify for me! "

Hu Xiao'er thought to himself, So this was what was going on.

He walked back, knocked on the window, and said to the masked man in the car, "What he said is true, I can testify!"

"Bullshit!" This brat clearly said that the painting is on you, but now he wants to deny it? "

Hu Xiao'er looked at Zhang Mou with killing intent, "You f * cking said that the painting is in my hands?"

Zhang Mou said with a sullen face, "I have no choice! "They also don't believe me when I tell them the truth. If you don't hand it over and kill me, what else can I do? I can only come over and beg you, just say that I drew it here."