Kuaishou's fine system teaches you how to attack the villain

Chapter 283 The Haunted House Chaos Evil Ghost Boy and His Younger Brother (18)

like.

so similar.

The surging emotions could not be tolerated, and finally calmed down, sinking into silence.

That being said, she is still stronger.

If it was that person, I'm afraid he would have gone crazy by now.

Alas, it's a pity that person didn't want to listen to me, and closed himself off.

Ning Zhi didn't spend too much time here, and his thoughts came back immediately.

Zhinian waved his hand several times in front of her, frowning and looking very puzzled, "Zhizhi, what's wrong with you, did you think of something?"

Why is there such a sad expression for a moment.

"I thought of it..." Ning Zhi hesitated to speak.

"Ok?"

Ning Zhi raised his head slowly, his expression filled with more intense sadness, "Thinking about when can I get off work?"

Isn't this a sweatshop? 996 is on duty, right?
"Zhizhi is deceiving." Zhinian pouted, "That's not what you were thinking just now."

indeed.

But this is all in her mind now, and she should pretend to be stupid when she should.

"Huh, forget it, forget it if you don't want to talk about it, anyway, if you have any difficulties, you can leave it to me." Zhinian lined up her shoulders quite maturely at this time.

It's really not easy for you to solve this.

After all, Ning Zhi couldn't solve it by himself.

Ning Zhi still nodded obediently.

Juvenile drifted away to scare the newcomers again.

It's completely a posture of one man guarding the gate and ten thousand men not opening.

After a whole day, no one could walk out of the haunted house completely.

Profiteer, no, Nie Heng, who claims to be a business genius, is very proud. He has already got a lot of registration tickets, and then he can get the money from the amusement park according to the share, and some direct "gift" income.

After the park closed at night, he excitedly took the calculator on his mobile phone and began to calculate today's turnover.

Shang Huang folded her hands on her chest and sat on the spot with her eyes closed.

The juvenile is also a little tired, floating in the air, not as active as usual.

Except for Ning Zhi who is the most fishy, ​​she thinks it's okay.

[System: Obviously you have been lazy! 】

If she was serious about scaring people, wouldn't it be fatal.

What Ning Zhi said was very righteous.

[System: Hmph, don't think I don't know your little thoughts. 】

[System: Fishing expert. 】

"Wow, today's turnover is nearly 35. If you say that, it will be [-] in seven days, and maybe the traffic will increase tomorrow. That's great!"

Nie Heng's vision is getting bigger and bigger, and he seems to have foreseen a bright future.

As he spoke, he looked at the only human being he could see, Shang Huang.

"Hey, master, don't you want to express your opinion?"

"..."

Shang Huang was indifferent.

"Eh? Eh! Master!" Nie Heng tried to wave his hand in front of her, but there was no response. He simply shook Shanghuang's shoulder a little.

Shang Huang just fell into his arms defenselessly.

Nie Heng was startled. He didn't expect that she was already so tired that he fell asleep. Thinking that she was also his employee and worked hard today, he didn't make things difficult for her, but let her rest in his arms with peace of mind.

"Well, Mr. Ghost, are you here too? I have some offerings left over here. If you don't mind, you can take them and eat them? Or can I bring you some Ming coins? As your wages?" Nie Heng asked carefully in a low voice.

He can't afford to mess with this uncle.

He is purely interested in investing in the stock. If he troubles him or leaves directly, his haunted house business may not be easy to do.

No one responded.

It's completely like a one-man show of his own.

Nie Heng hugged Shang Huang resentfully, intending to carry her directly to her own room to rest, but couldn't help muttering, "Why don't you have any awareness of precautions, don't you think I'm a man?"

Juvenile was also tired, but he leaned on Ning Zhi's shoulder rather sheepishly, yawned, and murmured, "Zhi Zhi, let me sleep."

Who said ghosts can't be sleepy?
Ning Zhi couldn't help doubting his theoretical knowledge.

(End of this chapter)