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Zhu Minghui stood outside and stared at the huge house with his head raised, full of admiration and envy. He praised for a long time, but still did not see Shen Jiaming get off the carriage. He immediately turned his head and shouted towards Shen Jiaming, "Brother Shen, Brother Shen, quickly get off the carriage. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This kind of Wealthy Class compound is definitely an antique. It's hundreds of times better than the ones in TV dramas. This is really different from fake ones."

"Ming Hui?" Just as Shen Jiaming was about to get off the car, he felt that his legs were filled with lead, as if he had run a marathon. He called out to Zhu Minghui and asked uncertainly, "Ming Hui, did our car just arrive here? Nothing else happened? "

"Nothing happened. Our car just stopped and I didn't expect there to be so many cars in this parking lot. I almost couldn't find a parking space. Brother Shen, are you better? Are your eyes still hurting? "

Only then did Shen Jiaming remember that his eyes had hurt and he had gotten the eye drops, so he had fallen asleep in the back of the car. Then, everything he saw just now was actually just a dream, he had never experienced it, and Sheng Jiuzhou had never left as well?

He stretched his body and followed Zhu Minghui out of the car, then turned to look at the cars that were covered in dust and couldn't help but to ask: "Why are all these cars covered in dust? How long had he been here? Could it be a scrap car? "

"Ash? "What dust?" Zhu Minghui moved closer, and looked in the direction of Shen Jiaming's gaze.

Shen Jiaming pointed to a car, where the lid of the car was half a meter high, "There's so much ash? Why hasn't anyone come to clean up? "

Zhu Minghui looked at the brand-new Mercedes-Benz, which had obviously just been washed recently. Its hood was shining brightly, and the reflection of its light could clearly be seen on a person's face. He looked at Shen Jiaming in horror and shook his head: "Brother Shen, have you seen something you shouldn't have?"

Shen Jiaming was startled, he did not expect that when the cars in the car park became ash, Zhu Minghui could not see them at all. He looked at the cars and an idea suddenly occurred to him. He quickly went to find his phone and wanted to make a phone call. After searching for a long time, he still could not find his phone. He did not know when his phone dropped.

Zhu Minghui saw that Shen Jiaming was in a hurry to use his mobile phone, so he handed it over. Shen Jiaming took it, and called the vehicle number inquiry platform, and told him the license numbers of one of the grey cars, and received the reply: "Hello Sir, I'm sorry to trouble you with your query number, please confirm before you try again."

Because it was a hands-off attack, Zhu Minghui had also heard it. He was immediately shocked and turned to ask Shen Jiaming, "Brother Shen, what does that mean? "Does that mean all the vehicles we see on the road are fake plates?"

Zhu Minghui would rather these cars with no numbers to be fake, at least it would be better than these cars with spiritual events!

However, it was clear that Shen Jiaming gave Zhu Minghui a terrifying answer. Because Shen Jiaming pointed to the ancient looking Liao Family Big House and said: "There are so many people queuing at the entrance, we don't know how long we will have to line up for."

"People? Brother Shen? From where? " Zhu Minghui was already on the verge of tears. Although he had followed Shen Jiaming here and was mentally prepared, he had never thought that they would meet a ghost even when they had already reached the entrance of Master Liao's home.

Shen Jiaming was also startled. He looked at the Liao Family gate which was filled with people, those who were lining up seemed to be very normal, there were no black Qi on their body, and he could not tell that they were different from each other. If Zhu Minghui had not said that there was no one at the gate, he would not have thought that these people who lined up were ghosts.

When the people at the end of the line saw Shen Jiaming and Zhu Minghui, some of the "people" even waved to them enthusiastically, meaning for them to come over and queue up as well.

Of course, Zhu Minghui had seen it, so he could only face this kind of awkwardness.

Suddenly, the car door behind them opened, and Sheng Jiuzhou walked out from the front passenger seat. Shen Jiaming curiously turned his head to look at her. When he turned his head to look at the "people" standing in line again, those people had all left.

Zhu Minghui was still grinning, trying very hard to imagine the scene of a group of ghosts in front of him.

Zhu Minghui immediately cried out in fright, and when he realized that Shen Jiaming was patting his shoulder, he started to complain, "Brother Shen, Brother Shen, you are really too scary, you … You scared me to death. I thought I had met a ghost! "

Shen Jiaming truthfully said, "Those ghosts have all left. There is no one at the Liao Family gate now. "Oh yeah, lend me your phone again, I'm going to look for my own."

When he thought about his own phone, Shen Jiaming once again thought about the terrifying scene he saw in his "dream" back then. However, he still had to retrieve his phone. After all, it was easy to use. He dialed his number. He thought he could hear the phone ringing in the car, but then he suddenly heard the phone ringing from the direction of Liao Family's main entrance.

Shen Jiaming and Zhu Minghui both looked at each other, speechless.

After a long while, Zhu Minghui opened his mouth and said, "Brother Shen, didn't you just get off the carriage? Your cell phone is not too far away from our carriage. Why is it at the Liao Family gate a hundred meters away? "

Shen Jiaming was also shocked. He really thought that since he lost his phone, he might have accidentally dropped it in the car, or maybe it accidentally dropped it on the way here, he never expected that it would actually appear at the Liao Family gate.

While they were still in shock, the phone rang again. Shen Jiaming was a little unhappy. She glared at Zhu Minghui and scolded him in a low voice, "This phone had mysteriously run over to that end, it's already scary enough. You even call me over and over again, is it really that fun?"

"Brother Shen, I didn't call. Your phone rang. I really didn't call. If you don't believe me, look!" Zhu Minghui felt that he was extremely innocent. After he had finished dialing Shen Jiaming's number on his phone, he kept it in his hand, and did not even manage to unlock the lock on the screen. How could he have made a call?

Shen Jiaming realized that it was not Zhu Minghui who called, and he froze. After a long while, he opened his mouth and said to Zhu Minghui: "Wait for me here, I'm going to go see what's going on!"

After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and walked toward the Liao Family gate, the place where he had placed his phone.