Chapter 1025 - Prison Dragon (25)

Chapter 1025 Prison Dragon (25)

Eyes that are as bright as water, but very calm.

“Mr. is here. Fortunately, there is no time.”

He Yimin considered for a while: “Little God, please save me and my family.”

Bai Tang tilted his head to look at Cong Huai, and didn’t take it seriously: “Sir, half a million.”

“As long as the little fairy can help me survive this disaster, let alone five million, I will give five million.”

He Yimin still can afford such money.

Baitang stood up, brushing his fingers lightly over his shoulder: “Then ask sir to take us to your home.”

He Yimin only felt his body lighten, as if something pressing him had been dropped, and he couldn’t help showing more respect to Baitang.

Cong Huai glanced at the ghost that Baitang had brought to the ground, and said coldly, “Where are you going? You still haven’t followed.”

The ghost followed up tremblingly, not daring to say a word.

Baitang withdrew his hand, looked at the ghost indifferently: “He is not as good-tempered as I am, don’t make any small moves, just follow along.”

He Yimin shuddered: “Little God, who are you talking to?”

Baitang smiled: “After you go back, you will know.”

He Yimin called his driver and asked him to come pick him up.

There were no people on the streets at night, which is normal. But today, He Yimin felt very eerie when he saw the elongated shadows of the street lights and the passing vehicles.

He Yimin sat in the co-driver, Baitang and Cong Huai sat in the back, Baitang leaned against the window, and Cong Huai sat in the middle.

When the car door was closed, He Yimin didn’t feel anything.

Until he heard Cong Huai’s impatient voice: “Don’t touch me.”

He could see that Cong Huai was speaking towards no one.

Realizing that there might be something behind him, He Yimin’s face turned pale and he couldn’t help trembling.

The driver couldn’t help but asked a few words: “Sir, why don’t you go to the hospital?”

He Yimin vetoed: “No. Go home.”

Follow the little fairy, he will be fine.

Baitang said in relief: “What are you afraid of? One must have ambition. If he can’t do it alive, can he still fail it in death?”

However, He Yimin was not comforted, on the contrary, he became even more frightened.

Can live, who wants to die?

Cong Huai quite agrees with Bai Tang’s statement: “That’s right.”

Ghosts are not transformed by humans.

The ghost curled up, trembling, afraid to speak. During the day, I didn’t realize that these two young people were powerful, but now their aura is really scary.

Baitang has always been a rationale. If conditions are still required for this transformation into a ghost, she must figure it out in case of emergencies. Living people have weaknesses in life, and dead people naturally have weaknesses in death.

Hurrying back home, He Yimin asked the nanny to turn on all the lights in order to hide his fear.

“Little God, what is going on?”

He Yimin just wanted to find out what was going on and solve the disaster.

Baitang said concisely: “You are haunted by a ghost.”

He Yimin took a sip of water tremblingly, suppressing his shock: “I haven’t had any enemies in the past.”

Baitang smiled: “If it’s not too much to look at you, I won’t remind you.”

Baitang communicated with this ghost for a while.

“He said that he was a gardener of your family. He was killed and buried under the rose garden. I was happy for a while, but found that I could only be by your side, and felt that you killed him.”

(end of this chapter)