Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

His eyes were extremely sincere, "It's just a symbolic ritual, it's nothing."

"...Is that so?"

The two old men were skeptical.

But the cute and clever little girl in front of them gave them a feeling that they couldn't bear to doubt.

The frowning brows were finally relaxed.

After a while, Wu Chen turned around again and walked downstairs slowly.

I saw him go back to the sofa in the living room, picked up the black backpack, and fumbled in it for a while.

Then, he took out two brass bracelets with mysterious and complicated patterns from the backpack.

"If possible, please both of you wear this bracelet before going to bed tonight."

He handed the bracelet to the old Murong couple, and continued to add, "My assistant and I will stand guard outside, if you two hear any movement, or the sound of singing, please don't come out, okay? "

"what……"

The old couple hesitated for a moment.

In the end, he took the pair of bracelets and put them on his hands in front of Wu Chen.

He nodded solemnly and said, "Mr. Wu, we will cooperate with your investigation! Please find out about this matter quickly...otherwise we really won't be able to survive as a couple!"

"I will."

Wu Chen slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

This was the first time Xiang Xing saw him smile.

Although the arc of the smile is not very big.

However, it inexplicably gives people a power of peace of mind and trust.

It seemed that with him around, any ghosts and monsters would have to hold it up, not daring to approach rashly.

The two old people obviously felt the same way, and they couldn't help but also heaved a sigh of relief and smiled amiably.

"Then, we will wait for your performance, sir."

...

The two returned to the car parked in front of the villa.

After sitting in, Xiang Xing saw Wu Chen take out a compass engraved with heavenly stems and earthly branches from his backpack and put it on the front of the car.

Pointing the handle of the spoon in the direction of Fang Qiao's villa, he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing that Xiang Xing was confused, he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Is this all right?"

Why did she feel that he didn't seem to do anything.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help curling the corner of his mouth secretly.

I thought I could have a thrilling one-night tour of haunted houses tonight...

"I'm not the kind of psychic who likes to frighten the snake, and I can't give you a thrilling one-night tour of the haunted house."

The neighbor next door spoke abruptly, so frightened that Xiang Xing almost dropped the hamburger he just picked up on the car.

Immediately, her soft eyes widened, and she stared blankly at the man whose eyes were still closed and whose face was as calm as still water.

Surprised.

How did he know what she was thinking?

I can't even read minds so accurately, even the words are not bad...

Forget it, anyway, a psychic is an unknown existence.

After thinking about it, the little guy shrugged and continued to eat her burger.

...

The night of waiting was not usually long.

Xiang Xing destroyed another golden arch barrel one after another, and it was only 11:45 in the middle of the night.

The compass did not move at all.

The man beside him didn't say a word since just now.

It was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the sound of breathing. Those who didn't know would think that the person sitting next to her was a... so what.

The little guy lazily yawned for the twentieth time, vigorously rubbing his sleepy soft eyes that were already wet.

The longer you wait, the more bored you feel.