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The image collapsed!

Previously, the image of a high-ranking man that Mao had worked so hard to create was gone.

The one sitting here now is a vulgar fat man who is enthusiastically recommending a job for Lin Que. His fat body is trembling for fear that his smile is not sweet enough.

“Really, the country needs a talent like you right now. My mother, Grandmaster Huajin’s thoughts are outward, and his blood is pumped up. All ghosts will stay away. On behalf of the official, I invite you to join the special class!”

“Special class?”

“Well, it’s a department that specializes in solving nasty supernatural cases!”

What’s the situation?

Come out and walk around casually.

Can you just pick up a wild Huajin Grandmaster?

Not to mention, he, Mao, will definitely double his year-end bonus this year, and it will be multiplied several times!

Mao Fang looked at Lin Que happily.

And the latter has a clear look on his face.

“So you are an official. I really didn’t realize that. You don’t have that official air.”

Lin Que suddenly realized.

No wonder the other party knows so many things.

“Not really, I’m just a tool person in charge of contacting the government and private experts. It’s just a small screw. It’s more useful than a big boss.”

Fatty Mao is humbled.

He smiled modestly, and then stared at Lin Que with burning eyes, as if a poor man picked up two hundred dollars on the road.

“Boss Lin, boss Lin.”

“Just promise me, Master Huajin is treated very well within the organization, and he can also get access to higher-level secrets—for example, more news about the Blood Cult!”

Fatty Mao moved it with emotion and realized it for profit.

It’s just that Lin Que cares more about his younger sister now.

It has been half a month since Lin Qiong became a ghost, and her soul can still stay in this world for a month.

After a month, we will never see each other again.

He will lose her forever, just like he lost his parents forever five years ago.

They passed away.

to a place he would never find.

Now, even Qiong wants to leave him in this way…

How can you be reconciled! !

What he cares more about is this.

Is there any way to make ghosts stay in the mortal world for a long time?

If the authorities have secrets and ways to do this, he will definitely join without saying a word.

However, the fact is no.

Fatty Mao didn’t dare to lie about this kind of issue, he made something out of nothing.

To deceive a Huajin master on this issue, his nearly two hundred catties of fat is not enough to qualify, and a few punches can knock out his suet.

“Is there no way for the authorities…”

“Boss, ghosts disappear after forty-nine days. This is an iron rule that no one can change, unless…”

Lin Que lifted his spirits: “Unless what?”

“Unless Lingmei has the opportunity to cultivate into the legendary ghost fairy… But this is just a legend, and I have never heard of a ghost who can cultivate into a ghost fairy.”

Ghost fairy…

Lin Que fell silent.

Originally, he came here with hope, hoping to find a way to keep his sister in the world.

pity……

It’s not hopeless either.

There is one last way! !

That is the system’s monthly parallel world fusion, and he is extremely looking forward to the next month’s fusion to merge into a fairy world.

As for joining the official.

For him, the only benefit of joining the official is that he can get more information about the Blood Cult.

Can take revenge faster.

Revenge, of course, is to be avenged.

Information about the Blood Cult is also necessary.

It’s just that you don’t have to join the official.

In the market for exorcising demons and ghosts, the supply has always been less than the demand. Those who have the ability to exorcise evil spirits will often obtain huge rights, which can be bought for a price.

He doesn’t need to be up for grabs.

He plans to obtain those information through employment transactions.

The reason why he was unwilling to join the official organization was because of his golden finger.

It’s only now that a national art system has been integrated, so it’s nothing for now.

In case he merges some kind of power system of Xianxia Gaowu in the future, will smart people guess that he has the ability to link with other worlds?

Money is still touching, let alone golden fingers?

Once it is exposed, it will cause endless troubles.

The less trouble, the better.

“Sorry, I have no plans to join now.”

Lin Que thought for a while, and replied, “If there is a way to make the ghosts stay, I will join… But you know, you don’t have such a way.””Boss, this is really impossible.”

“So, needless to say.”

“Treatment, treatment! Super high treatment!”

“Oh, fame and fortune are things outside the body, floating clouds, floating clouds!”

“Well, you don’t care about fame and wealth, so don’t you want to be a hero who saves the world?”

“A world without a sister, just ruin it!”

“…”

Even if Fatty Mao is the reincarnation of Su Qin, he still can’t convince a determined sister-in-law.

Seeing that Lin Que was still shaking his head, he was completely speechless.

Sister-in-law and so on are so annoying!

…

…

A strange scene appeared at the entrance of the western restaurant.

A fat, greasy man in his thirties was tightly hugging the leg of a handsome young man.

Hugging and howling.

“Boss, please join us!”

“You don’t even know how precious a grandmaster like you is. Once you stand there, once you let go of your blood, you don’t dare to come near any unclean things that are domineering.”

“Even in the worst situation, we can bring the team back safely!”

Mao Fang had a runny nose and tears.

He couldn’t help crying when he talked about those soldiers who died fighting against the weirdness.

“There are only a dozen or so masters born in China.”

“We in Jianghai City’s special class are so frugal, we can’t even apply for one.”

“Just join us!”

Tsk, he’s still a fat man from the Northeast.

It’s a pity that Lin Que was in another world, and he had already tempered his heart of stone. No matter what the other party said, he would not let go.

However, he did not completely reject it.

“In this way, I like to be unrestrained, so I won’t join.”

“If you encounter any troublesome tasks, you can call me for help.”

“I’ll definitely help out when I’m free!”

Lin Que did not forget to emphasize one point.

“This is an employment relationship, and you have to pay!”

Did you say that fame and fortune are like floating clouds?

Bah! fraud!

All men are liars!

“It’s easy to talk about the remuneration! Why don’t you come to my company and become a director? You don’t have to do anything and you can get paid every month. How about it?”

“You still have a company?” Lin Que couldn’t help asking.

If you think about it carefully, you can tell that this fat man is not a poor man just by looking at his clothes.

Coupled with the cooperation and connection with the government, starting a company is not a big deal.

“Say it again, say it again.”

Fatty Mao was satisfied with this compromise answer, and he left happily.

Lin Que also boarded the bus, ready to go home.

“The Blood Cult…”

The name of the cult is very simple, it is called the Blood Cult.

Legend has it that it has something to do with the ghosts and gods worshiped by the Qiuqiu people in ancient times. The large-scale blood sacrifice case 17 years ago caused a lot of trouble, and the culprit fled to the Eastern Tibet Plateau.

No identity has been found so far.

Taking out his mobile phone, Lin Que searched for [Blood Cult], trying to find some clues on the Internet.

However, he changed several batches of keywords.

None of them found the desired results, which shows that this is information that was blocked by the authorities.

After a while, he put down the phone in frustration.

I have to admit that his efficiency in fighting alone is very low, so he can only wait for news from the Mao side.

He sat in front of the car window, watching the scene of people coming and going on the street boredly.

Suddenly, a text message came from the phone.

Lin Que glanced at it.

stunned.

This is a text message without the sender’s number.

Logically speaking, even if it is a spam text message, it should have a mobile phone number.

But this text message did not.

The sender’s number is a bunch of garbled characters.

After clicking on the text message.

There is only one simple sentence.

“Aren’t you going home at noon?”

Ah this…

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Get up early to ask for flowers and evaluation tickets. .