From Song Shijie's expression, the old man immediately knew Zhang Haoran's identity. His pair of deep eyes suddenly darkened as he stood in front of Song Shijie, obviously protecting him.
Zhang Haoran's expression was indifferent. He looked past the old man and looked at Song Shijie with a meaningful smile.
"I heard that Young Master Song is leaving. We're classmates, so of course, I'm here to send you off.”
Song Shijie's face instantly turned pale.
" How do you know me…Who are you…"
No matter how stupid Song Shijie was, he finally understood something at this moment. His voice was trembling."It's you. It's all your fault."
That's right, I was the one who put the ghosts in your private room.
Zhang Haoran's lips curled into a cold smile. With his hands in his pockets, he looked up at the sky as if he could really see something."Young Master Song, it's getting late. You should leave early.”
The word " top " was heavily emphasized. The group of people on the opposite side looked at each other, especially the old man. A hint of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes. His body suddenly moved, and in the dark night, he actually turned into a black shadow. He was a martial artist.
"You're courting death!"
Zhang Haoran raised his hand indifferently. However, he did not move much. His body was actually faster than the old man's. He rushed straight at the old man and did not use any extra moves. He directly grabbed the old man's neck.
Crap.
A clear sound of bones shattering came from the old man's body. The old man did not even have the chance to fight back and died at Zhang Haoran's hands.
This was the fundamental difference between cultivators and mortals.
" You…How can you be so powerful…" Song Shijie's face instantly turned pale, and his finger that was pointing at Zhang Haoran began to tremble.
"Take a guess."
Zhang Haoran winked at him. If he had not been beaten up in the forest that day, Zhang Haoran would not have had such an opportunity today.
However, Song Shijie did not expect that the most powerful of them, Mr. Zhao, would be killed so quickly. Fear was evident in their eyes.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
Looking at Zhang Haoran slowly walking towards them as if he was taking a stroll, Song Shijie suddenly remembered the day when Zhang Haoran was shot and hurriedly shouted.
The rest of the bodyguards seemed to have woken up from a dream. They quickly took out their pistols."Bang, bang, bang." A series of gunshots rang out, but all the bullets hit Zhang Haoran's chest. Zhang Haoran's chest actually made a golden sound, but Zhang Haoran was safe and sound and continued to walk towards them.
"How…how is this possible…"
Not only Song Shijie, but even the bodyguards 'faces turned pale.
"Young Master, you go first. We'll go."
Seeing that even the pistol was useless, a bodyguard suddenly showed a trace of ruthlessness on his face and shouted at Song Shijie. Then, all the bodyguards rushed towards Zhang Haoran.
Song Shijie quickly turned around and got into the car. He did not care about the safety of the bodyguards. He stepped on the accelerator and was about to rush to the dock.
However, the car did not move at all.
"Young man, are you looking for your car keys?”A familiar voice came from beside him. Song Shijie turned his head and saw a ghost playing with a car key and looking at him with a cold smile.
"Ah…"
The car suddenly started, but it was out of control. It rushed to the other end of the dock and crashed into a pillar before coming to a stop.
Song Shijie, who was badly injured, stumbled out of the driver's seat. He looked up at his bodyguard and felt a chill run down his spine again.
They were all dead…
Zhang Haoran, who was like the Grim Reaper in his eyes, was walking toward him with his usual cold smile.
Song Shijie was so scared that he almost vomited bile.
"Don't come over, Zhang Haoran. I'll give you whatever you want.”
When Zhang Haoran heard this, he actually stopped. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head regretfully."I'm sorry, Young Master Song. I'd rather send you off.”
At this moment, Wang Jin had already followed behind Zhang Haoran with a respectful expression. Song Shijie's eyes had already turned into despair and madness.
"Zhang Haoran, you dare to kill me? You country bumpkin, a country bumpkin from the mountains, do you dare to kill me? My father is…"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Haoran's hand directly grabbed his neck. With a gentle squeeze, Song Shijie's body instantly lost all strength and fell to the ground.
Bang!
Not far away, the car that Song Shijie had used to escape just now exploded violently. Under the sea breeze, the fire became more and more intense.
Zhang Haoran took out Song Shijie's phone from the pocket of Song Shijie's corpse and dialed his father's number.
"Hello, is this Chief Song? I'm here to report that your son and a few bodyguards were killed at Donghai Hongcheng Port.”
After saying that, Zhang Haoran hung up the phone. Without looking at it, he threw the phone into the burning car not far away.
Then, he casually took off the ancient jade necklace on Song Shijie's neck and put it into his pocket. He still had that extremely ordinary expression.
"Alright, let's go home."
Wang Jin looked at Zhang Haoran with a gaze filled with joy. He was very glad that he had chosen to be Zhang Haoran's servant at that time and not a wisp of smoke whose soul had already scattered.
A human and a ghost left the Hucheng pier.
None of them noticed that Song Shijie's corpse suddenly moved strangely. Then, a shadow crawled up from the corpse.
……
"Eh? Didn't I turn off the lights when I left?"
Zhang Haoran returned to the house at 48 Dongjiang Road. Before he entered, he stopped and looked at the window in confusion.
Although he left in a hurry, Zhang Haoran always had the habit of turning off the lights when he went out. Now that he had a strong memory, he clearly remembered that he had turned off the lights when he left.
Could it be…
Just as Zhang Haoran was about to call Wang Jin in to investigate, a beautiful figure flashed past the window. The figure was holding something and flashed past. It looked like some household item.
Zhang Haoran heaved a sigh of relief.
It was Han Yuting.
Then, he felt a warmth in his heart. His eyesight was amazing now. Just now, he saw that Han Yuting was holding a brand new quilt in her hands. It seemed that she was here to change his quilt.
Walking into the small courtyard and pushing open the door, Zhang Haoran saw that there was a lot of brand new furniture in the spacious but somewhat dilapidated room.
At this moment, a back view was sitting on a brand new bed with her legs crossed. She had a beautiful frown and was holding a needle in one hand and a thread in the other. She was concentrating on sewing.
Han Yuting turned around and saw Zhang Haoran standing at the door with a smile on his face. She immediately said happily, Haoran, you're back."
Then, the little girl pouted and pretended to be angry."You're still running out in the middle of the night. Did you go on a date…"
"It's nothing. I went out to train. Didn't you go back? Why are you here again?”
Zhang Haoran casually found a place to sit down. He glanced around and saw that there was a lot of extra furniture in the house. He asked curiously,"Also, what are these things?"
"These? After I went back, I thought that since you're going to live here for a long time, you can't be without any furniture, right? I happen to have some old furniture at home.”
When Han Yuting said these words, she had been carefully observing Zhang Haoran's expression. She knew that Zhang Haoran came from a poor family in the mountains, as if she was afraid that her actions would touch the young man's little self-esteem.
Zhang Haoran casually glanced at the labels on some of the furniture that had not been torn off in time. He could not help but be grateful for the girl's good intentions. He smiled at Han Yuting and said,"In that case, thank you very much. I need this furniture.”
Hearing his words, Han Yuting immediately smiled happily. She stopped needlework that she was not good at. She jumped off the bed and began to chatter excitedly.
" Haoran, I have a desk at home. I've seen it and it's suitable to be placed here in the room. When the time comes, put up a few posters that you like on the desk. Also, you can put a coffee table and chair in the living room. That way, if your friends come, they can play cards on the coffee table.”
"Oh right, there's also a television. I don't know if there's a closed circuit here, but it doesn't matter.”
" The toilet needs a water heater too…"
" Oh, are you going to cook? There are too few things in the kitchen. You need to buy beautiful bowls and walls. The colors here are so dull. How about putting up a brighter wallpaper…"
The young girl excitedly ran around the relatively empty room, helping Zhang Haoran plan the future of this small family.
Looking at Han Yuting's expression, Zhang Haoran was a little dazed. It was as if this place had already become their future home. He couldn't help but smile again. This feeling was really good, especially after he had killed someone. Although he was now a cultivator, he was still a human being. He acted indifferent so that he wouldn't hesitate.
Han Yuting's appearance warmed his cold heart.
" Right, Haoran, I heard from Lin Meng that this place used to be a haunted house. Are you afraid of living here…You're alone…" Han Yuting blushed again and bit her lower lip. She could not bring herself to ask him if he wanted her to accompany him.
"Ghost?"
Zhang Haoran was stunned for a moment. Then, he saw Wang Jin appear from the wall at the side with an evil smile on his face. He winked at him and then flashed past Han Yuting.
"Ah…"
The beauty had lost her beauty, and a soft fragrance directly entered Zhang Haoran's arms. Zhang Haoran quickly explained,"It's the lampshade, it's the shadow of the lampshade…"
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