Chapter 1600

"It's okay, it's okay!" Fan Jinzhe waved his hands again and again, but he rolled his eyes with anger in his heart! Before calling himself Mr. Jin, he had admired him for a long time, and now he still admires him for a long time, which is simply an insult to himself!

However, in order to build a good relationship with Yang Ming, Fan Jinzhe still bit the bullet and said, "Excuse me, what's your name?"

"My name is Yang Ming." Yang Ming said lightly.

"I've admired you for a long time..." Fan Jinzhe followed Yang Ming's example and said, "So it's Mr. Ming!"

"Oh? How do you know that my nickname is Mr. Ming?" Yang Ming stood up feigning surprise, patted Fan Jinzhe's shoulder vigorously, and shouted, "My friends call me Mr. Ming in private!"

"Uh... is that so?" Fan Jinzhe almost vomited blood when he was photographed by Yang Ming, but he didn't know if Yang Ming did it on purpose. Seeing Yang Ming's enthusiastic appearance, Fan Jinzhe could only think that Yang Ming was too happy caused by.

"Yes, you are really good," Yang Ming continued to pat Fan Jinzhe's shoulder vigorously while laughing, "I miss them so much!"

"Miss... oh, I see, it must be your former friend," Fan Jinzhe looked at Yang Ming understandingly.

"Yes, I burn paper for them every year." Yang Ming said with a sigh.

"Burning paper... huh? Burning paper? What do you mean?" Fan Jinzhe was shocked and jumped.

"It's nothing, hey, it's just that these friends who called me Mr. Ming are all dead..." Yang Ming said sadly.

"Quack?" Fan Jinzhe stopped talking like a duck, "Dead—dead?"

"Yeah, I also miss those people who called me Mr. Ming, but... for some reason, they all died." Yang Ming said, and wiped his eyelids sadly, as if crying.

"This..." Fan Jinzhe looked at Yang Ming, a little at a loss. He didn't know whether what Yang Ming said was true or not, but looking at Yang Ming's sad look, it seemed more real!

Fan Jinzhe really wanted to slap himself. Why is his mouth so cheap? It’s okay to say "Mr. Ming". Yang Ming may have called himself "Mr. Jin" unintentionally before, but he did it on purpose. Fortunately, it not only reminded others of their sad past, but also cursed themselves!

If the people who called Yang Ming "Mr. Ming" were all dead, wouldn't he be in danger too?

Thinking of this, Fan Jinzhe shuddered all over and felt a chill.

"That... Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, I brought up your sad past!" Fan Jinzhe blamed himself, "I shouldn't call you Mr. Ming..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I just heard you call me Mr. Ming, and when I got excited, I remembered the past!" Yang Ming said, "I really like this title..."

"Ahem... is it..." Fan Jinzhe felt a little helpless, he didn't know whether he should continue to call Yang Ming "Mr. Ming" or not.

"Yeah...forget it, but you better stop screaming. After my friends died, I went to do a fortune telling. The fortune teller said that I have a vengeful spirit on me, and that vengeful spirit is called Mr. Ming. Those who called me Mr. Ming were cursed to death because they offended the resentful spirits." Yang Ming said solemnly, "So, for your safety, you should stop calling me Mr. Ming..."

"What?" Fan Jinzhe was completely stunned, his heart was clenched together, wouldn't it? Why are you so unlucky? Calling him by any name can cause a curse, isn't that too unlucky?

"Ah! It's not good, Mr. Fan, just now the wraith whispered in my ear, your thoughts just now offended him, and he wants to curse you!" Yang Ming exclaimed suddenly.

"Ah? Wraith can still talk to you?" Fan Jinzhe was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Yang Ming in astonishment. After a while, his face became a little ugly and angry: "Are you kidding me? What about Wraith?" Can I talk to you?"

"I don't know, it's just a strange feeling, as if the wraith told me your thoughts, he said he punished you!" Yang Ming was not in a hurry to argue, but said seriously.

"Really?" Fan Jinzhe frowned: "Are you pretending to be me? Why don't I believe it?"

Fan Jinzhe still believed what Yang Ming said about the death of a friend, fortune-telling, and resentful spirits. Although he didn't fully believe it, he still felt panicked and uneasy in his heart.

And Yang Ming said at this time that the Wraith Spirit talked to him, saying that his thoughts had offended the Wraith Spirit, which made Fan Jinzhe unacceptable! After all, he is also a graduate student with a master's degree, so how can he believe such nonsense?

So after Yang Ming said that, he became a little suspicious! He sneered in his heart, Yang Ming is really superfluous! He probably resented himself for calling him "Mr. Ming" in retaliation, so he told himself such a cold joke.

If there hadn't been that resentful spirit talking to him later, then Fan Jinzhe wouldn't be completely suspicious.

"Really, why am I lying to you!" Yang Ming still had a serious look, without the slightest affectation.

"Then tell me, what did the resentful spirit tell you?" Fan Jinzhe asked with a sneer.

"The resentful spirit told me that you were thinking just now: No way? Why are you so unlucky? Calling you any name can cause a curse, isn't that too unlucky?" Yang Ming said.

"This...it's impossible!" As soon as Yang Ming's voice fell, Fan Jinzhe's face turned green, his eyes widened, and panic was written inside: "This is impossible, how is this possible? How do you know that I was just now?" Think so?"

Yang Ming sneered in his heart, of course I know what you think, my ability is for this purpose. Fan Jinzhe was nervous before, which happened to be convenient for Yang Ming to use his supernatural ability and visit his thoughts, so he was able to tell Fan Jinzhe verbatim. Of course, Yang Ming would not discuss these matters with Fan Jinzhe.

"I've told you, it's the resentful spirit who told me." Yang Ming spread his hands, as if this was the truth.

This time, Fan Jinzhe couldn't believe Yang Ming's words! Before, he still thought that Yang Ming was lying to him, playing tricks on him, but now, he heard Yang Ming repeat his thoughts verbatim, and Fan Jinzhe no longer had the slightest doubt!

He didn't think Yang Ming could guess what he was thinking before, and even if he could guess, it would be great to guess the general meaning, how could it be not bad at all?

"What did the Wraith say?" Fan Jinzhe felt a little exhausted all over his body: "How will the Wraith deal with me?"

"The resentful spirit said that your thoughts offended him, and he wants to curse you!" Yang Ming said with regret and sympathy, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fan, I have caused you a big trouble the moment we met. , I'm really sorry!"

"Curse me..." Fan Jinzhe thought of Yang Ming saying that those friends before were dead, and immediately rolled his eyes. He almost didn't faint on the spot. Fortunately, he has a relatively strong psychological quality, so he suppressed the fear in his heart and yelled at Yang Ming. Said: "Then why didn't you remind me before? Why didn't you remind me? Why didn't you tell me, you can't call you Mr. Ming! Why? I have a grudge against you, right? You hurt me so much?"

As he said that, Fan Jinzhe rushed towards Yang Ming, as if he wanted to fight Yang Ming desperately.

"I...how did I know you would call me Mr. Ming!" Yang Ming said aggrievedly, and with a slight dodge, Fan Jinzhe was out of space and almost fell to the ground.

"This..." Fan Jinzhe was at a loss for words for a moment, and he became a little sober! Indeed, Yang Ming never allowed himself to call him "President Ming". It was his own whim that called him "President Ming". Who can blame him for this?

"Besides, I've said it all, I'm really sorry about this matter, and there's nothing I can do about it..." Yang Ming said with a sigh.

"But...then what should I do now?" Fan Jinzhe asked anxiously.

"I don't know either." Yang Ming shook his head.

"Then tell me how all your friends died!" Fan Jinzhe roared.

"There are all kinds of deaths, including those who died of illness, those who were hit by a car, those who accidentally fell to their death while walking, and those who were hit by a motorcycle on a curb and died of cancer..." Yang Ming stretched out his fingers and counted...