Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

"Oh, it seems I've arrived just in time!" Zhao Kaiming chuckled.

Yang Jian's eyes lit up.

The big shot has arrived.

With Zhao Kaiming, "Asia's No. 1 Ghost Slayer," around, the trip to Caesars Palace Hotel was considered secure.

The newspaper ghost thing is really too eerie.

They secretly altered their own memories.

They even learned some strategy to lure him to this godforsaken place.

It's obvious that a trap has been set.

What if there are some terrifying ghosts inside, and I get trapped inside?

Therefore, even though Yang Jian was wary of Zhao Kaiming, he still invited him to come.

He politely stepped forward to greet them.

"Manager Zhao, you're here. We were just about to go in. With you here, I feel much more at ease."

Zhao Kaiming was speechless.

"I never expected that you, Yang Jian, would use flattery."

Yang Jian chuckled awkwardly: "That depends on who it is, doesn't it?"

"Ha ha."

Seeing how much Yang Jian and Zhao Kaiming fawned over him.

Feng Quan and Guo Fan are two "veterans" of the headquarters.

I feel a little unhappy.

Just now, when Yang Jian faced the two of them, he didn't call them ants.

But their disdainful looks clearly showed they didn't believe in their abilities at all.

They actually refused to go in with them.

So they started whispering.

"Hey, isn't this our aloof Detective Ghost Eyes? Even though Chief Zhao has a great reputation, there's no need to fawn over him like this."

"Yeah, yeah, that's shameless."

……

This nearly drove the hot-blooded young Yang Jian to a fight with them.

Haha, if young people aren't full of youthful vigor, then what kind of young people are they?

just.

Those two guys are really annoying.

Even if you go in, all you'll do is find scammers for people.

So Zhao Kaiming picked them up in each hand and threw them out of ZS City.

The mischievous boy, Xiong Wenwen, was already impressed by Zhao Kaiming.

Seeing how easily he suppressed Guo Fan and Feng Quan, Zhao Kaiming's admiration for him grew even stronger.

Xiong Wenwen excitedly approached Zhao Kaiming, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Zhao Kaiming, how about I introduce my mom to you?"

Zhao Kaiming: "..."

This little brat, he'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles if you don't discipline him for three days.

She's always thinking about finding herself a stepfather.

The act of mourning in the ancestral hall is considered a great act of filial piety.

However, considering Xiong Wenwen's experience, it's understandable.

His father had passed away long ago, and he was raised by his mother, Chen Shumei, all by himself.

Later, he inexplicably gained control of the precognitive ghost.

It became the headquarters' prized possession.

But now he's just a ten-year-old child.

At an age when they should be innocent and naive, they suffer the pain of resurrected evil spirits and death.

The fact that he didn't break down only shows that he has a good mindset.

He probably knew he would die someday, either from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost or from a supernatural event.

He just can't let go of his mother.

So he's been looking for a powerful demon slayer to help take care of his mother.

It must have been tough on him.

Zhao Kaiming felt inexplicably sorry for him.

I patted his head.

"I already have a wife. Why don't you ask Yang Jian if he likes someone else..."

Before Zhao Kaiming could finish speaking...

Yang Jian, who was in a fit of emotion, covered her mouth.

Zhao Kaiming held up one finger, indicating:

"A ghost candle?"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed, despite the heartache in his heart.

He cursed inwardly, "That bastard! He said he wasn't spying on me, but he even knows about such a secret fetish."

Isn't that perverted?

However, considering that Zhao Kaiming didn't ask what color the ghost candle was.

Yang Jian felt much less frustrated about being extorted.

"Hmph, a red ghost candle? Dream on. You should be grateful for a white one."

Xiong Wenwen was still young and didn't understand what they were saying.

He just felt that Zhao Kaiming looked down on him.

She turned away angrily.

I decided that even if I foresaw danger, I wouldn't tell him.

However, these were all minor incidents.

When they had finished explaining and stepped into the Caesars Hotel.

But they found Zhao Kaiming staring blankly at a uniformed greeter at the door.

"Good heavens, is Tong Qian really that miserable?"