How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 285: Transformation Master's Heavenly Master's Mother 5
On the way out, when Zhu Wen passed the next village, he found a group of people with flashlights and several black filming equipment, surrounding a flamboyant young man and filming something.

The young man's disdainful voice came from afar:
"Go ahead and shoot! If you can capture any useful footage today, I'll lose!"

Zhu Wen stood on a small hill, looking down at the figure.

It’s Shen Tianyou.

So this is Lu Jin’s hometown and Shen Tianyou’s current filming location?
Since there is no clue to the secret of this body, it is better to go and meet Lu Jin first. Maybe there will be unexpected gains.

Oh, by the way, she still needs to make some money. The little money she just paid from the Xu family will not last for a few days...

Zhu Wen thought so, without any lingering gaze, and turned away neatly.

It's getting late.

She walked for about an hour and found the nearest guesthouse, exhausted.

The sanitary conditions here are worrying and the accommodation environment is very poor, but the advantage is that it is cheap and relatively safe.

Zhu Wen hurriedly paid the money, found his bed and fell asleep.

The next day.

She yawned and walked out of the room, ready to go get some breakfast nearby.

When she walked out of the guesthouse, there happened to be a black Mercedes parked on the side of the road. The man standing next to the car was talking on the phone with a voice so loud that passers-by could hear it.

"...Where is the master you mentioned? My car broke down, but I still can't find him! Is it my fault? Isn't your description too abstract? What about the free and unrestrained immortal style, the majestic temperament like the vast mountains, and the eyes as deep as the starry sky? Are you writing a novel? In this remote and poor mountain area, how can there be a master... person carrying a wooden sword... um? Master?"

The man's eyes fell on Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen paused:
"me?"

She did have a small wooden sword hanging from her waist.

But there were no new clothes that fit her exactly at the Xu family's, so Zhu Wen wore a new T-shirt bought by the second son of the Xu family. It had a long hem and wide sleeves. Fortunately, her pants fit her well, but most of them were still hidden by the T-shirt.

As a result, her overly thin body swayed inside the clothes, and she looked barely immortal and ethereal.

But apart from this, what else has anything to do with the adjective the man just shouted out?

"You got the wrong person."

Zhu Wen walked past the other person and left.

Unexpectedly, this action only confirmed the man's guess.

"Master! Master!"

The man ran after her with a big smile on his face, and crouched flatteringly.

"Please don't leave yet. Can you listen to the situation first?"

Zhu Wen was a little impatient:

"I told you that you recognized the wrong person. You didn't understand, did you?"

The worse her attitude was, the more men felt that she was acting like a master and disdained the mundane!
The man was not annoyed at all, and said in a gentle voice:

"Master, I know all the rules. As long as you help me get rid of that ghost, I will give you this amount as a reward."

When he heard the word "ghost", Zhu Wen's eyebrows twitched.

Then she looked down:

"Eight hundred?"

The man smiled again and again:

"Master, are you kidding me?"

Zhu Wen raised an eyebrow.

Could it be eighty?
Even street fortune-telling stalls don’t charge this much...

"...Of course it's eight hundred thousand! Let alone eight hundred, I dare not even say the number eighty thousand, for fear of offending your eyes, Master!" The man had the words humility and flattery written all over his face.

Zhu Wen also held his breath and his thoughts changed in an instant.

If it's 800,000, she can become a master!
"Where are we going next? Straight to meet your ghost?"

Zhu Wen decisively changed direction.

The man was also very happy:
"Wait a minute! My driver has gone to look for someone and will be here soon!"

Zhu Wen recalled what he had just said to someone:

"The car broke down?"

The man nodded repeatedly.

Zhu Wen walked straight to his car, opened the hood and inspected it.

"Well, it's not a big problem. It can be fixed in two minutes."

Zhu Wen said this and got busy.

The men next to him were stunned!
Just then his driver came back, running and shouting breathlessly:

"Mr. Chen, the auto repair shop nearby is closed. They said we have to wait until the afternoon..."

The man called Mr. Chen interrupted him directly:
"No need, we already have a solution here!"

The driver looked past him and to the side:
"Hey? Where did this little girl come from..."

"Shut up! This is the master I just invited!"

The man yelled.

The driver's eyes widened, and he felt that things were becoming more and more bizarre and incomprehensible.

Nowadays, even car repairs require a master?
"It's fixed."

Just at this moment, Zhu Wen patted the oil off his hands and announced the news lightly.

Mr. Chen naturally believed it without a doubt and wanted to applaud Zhu Wen on the spot.

But his driver was different. He climbed into the car suspiciously and restarted it...

With a hum, the engine was ignited successfully.

The driver's suspicion immediately turned into trust:
"It's really fine! Little girl! Thank you!"

Mr. Chen looked proud, but he did not forget to correct:
"It's not a little girl, it's a master!"

He didn't explain too much to the confused driver. He just went to the car to get some wet wipes for Zhu Wen to wipe her hands. He then opened the car door for her and nodded politely.

"Master, please."

Anyway, Zhu Wen didn't have any extra luggage with her. A little money and a small wooden sword were all her belongings.

When I came out just now, I had checked out of the guesthouse, so now I followed Mr. Chen into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz with ease.

The car drove away.

But ten minutes later, an old man wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and a Taoist-like appearance appeared on the street.

Behind him was a teenage boy, holding a peach wood sword with intricate carvings and exquisite workmanship, and a Bagua gourd hanging on his waist. He looked majestic and imposing.

The old man and the young man walked back and forth on this street at least eight times, and their calves were sore.

However, the target they were waiting for never appeared!
The "old man" finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he lifted up his Taoist robe and took out the latest model of a certain brand of smartphone.

Because he moved so quickly, he almost knocked off the fake beard on his face.

He quickly dialed the number, and the voice seamlessly switched from old to middle-aged:
"Hello? Boss, where is the person you mentioned? I have dressed up as you said, and walked around the street you mentioned many times, but I didn't see him! We agreed in advance that if this deal fails, the deposit will not be refunded... What? He met another 'fake master'?"