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Chapter 125 Use

Everyone looked at Su Yunshen in horror.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and showed an innocent smile.

This was none of his business in the first place.

Yaoyao probably asked that blond hacker boy to do it.

"Bai Yao, just wait for me!" Everyone cursed and left quickly, for fear of something going wrong again.

People came and went in crowds.

Ding Tairan breathed a sigh of relief and answered the phone, "Old Ancestor, look at this incident, it almost got you involved."

Bai Yao's voice was light: "It's okay, they can't afford any flowers."

Su Yunshen frowned and said worriedly: "Changxing Entertainment's public relations team is very powerful. As long as they don't like people, they will have to skin them even if they don't die."

"Yaoyao, why don't you stop filming first and wait until the limelight has passed before continuing?"

Bai Yao said simply: "No, just feel free to film. Let them make trouble. The bigger the noise, the better."

Ding Tairan was a little confused: "Why?"

"Free publicity opportunities don't go to waste." Bai Yao said with a smile: "Just wait until the incident reaches the critical point and then reverse it. We can't waste the opponent's money in vain, we have to make use of it."

Su Yunshen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "But this incident of shooting in Bauhinia City would have touched the public eye. If we don't explain it clearly, the accident will be serious."

"And I'm afraid of being named by the authorities!"

"Yaoyao, this matter cannot be handled carelessly."

Bai Yao smiled, "Then ask Old Man Ding if the official will call my name."

After she finished speaking, she hung up.

Su Yunshen asked Ding Tairan curiously, "Master Ding, what does Yaoyao mean?"

Ding Tairan suddenly realized it and laughed loudly: "Why didn't I think of that? Now I feel relieved!"

"What?" Su Yunshen looked confused.

What are you worried about?

What riddle are these two playing?



Bai Yao leaned against the car door. After hanging up the phone, he looked at the eight staff members, "It's a holiday today. When you go back, you can apply medicine on those who need to apply medicine and recuperate on those who need to recuperate."

The little girl and others looked at her worriedly.

"Ancestor..."

Bai Yao said seriously: "Okay, don't call me ancestor, call me by my name."

Her words of "ancestor" attracted the attention of others.

The little girl thought for a while and said solemnly: "Sister Yao, there is a lot of scolding on the Internet now. Please don't go back to the film and television city. I'm afraid that the film and television city will block your reporters now."

"Yes, sister Yaoyao, online violence can kill people."

"You'd better find a quiet place to avoid the limelight!"

Bai Yaofeng said calmly, "You don't have to worry about me. Anyone who scolds me will get angry back."

The eight people couldn't laugh or cry.

If you can still rebound when you curse someone, then the world will be a lot quieter.

Bai Yao got into the car and waved goodbye to the eight people.

On the way, she received a call from Xiao Yan, asking if she needed help.

"Do you think they can hurt me?"

Xiao Yan was killed in just one sentence.

Xiao Yan coughed in embarrassment and changed the topic: "Ancestor is so powerful and domineering that a mere mortal can't hurt him... Ancestor, why don't you come to my house and help me?"

"If you fart, hurry up."

"Sweeper, oh no... Shuangshuang remembered some of her memories. I don't know what to do."

"Okay, I'll be at your house in three minutes."

Xiao Yan was stunned, three minutes?

How could it be possible to arrive so soon?

He just sat down and drank a glass of water.

The door to the house was kicked open with a huge force.

I saw Bai Yao, who was rarely wearing casual clothes, walking in with his hands in his pockets lazily and coolly.

Sit down on the sofa.

Tug and rustle!

"Where's the sweeper?" She looked around and found no ghost.

Xiao Yan pointed to the bed under the bed in the bedroom, with a look of helplessness on his face: "Ever since we remembered some fragments of memories, we have been hiding under the bed. I didn't dare to sleep on the bed last night, so I just stayed on the sofa."

Bai Yao snapped his fingers.

The sweeper heard the order and swished out from under the bed in the bedroom.

The last time I saw the sweeper, her hair was still disheveled and she couldn't even see her face clearly.

When we met this time, her long black hair was combed smoothly by Xiao Yan and tied into two braids, giving her a simple look.

The face was also revealed. It was a handsome face, but full of timidity.

It seems that Bai Yao is the ghost.

"What did you think of?"

The sweeper habitually lay on the ground and whimpered in a low voice: "My name is Li Shuangshuang... I'm from Lijiagou... There are old and young in my family..."

Bai Yao looked at Xiao Yan doubtfully, "Why is she talking about this?"

Xiao Yan: "Ancestor, please continue to listen!"

"Please ancestor...take me home..." After Li Shuangshuang finished speaking, he knelt even lower.

Bai Yao has a big question mark on his head.

"Let me take you home?"

"Um……"

Bai Yao stood up suddenly, "Do I look like a driver?"

"For things like going home, can't you just ask Xiao Yan to take you back?"

Xiao Yan looked helpless: "Actually, I tried to leave Yuncheng with Shuangshuang this morning, but it was very strange."

"What's weird?"

"She can't get out of Yuncheng. She always gets stuck halfway."

Bai Yao thought thoughtfully: "Wherever a person dies, his soul will be fixed in that area. If you want to cross regions, according to the laws of the underworld, you need a customs clearance certificate."

"Customs clearance certificate?" Xiao Yan was puzzled: "What is that? If you die, you can just float away. Why do you need a customs clearance certificate?"

"The customs clearance certificate is the same as the customs clearance document used by Monk Tang to seek Buddhist scriptures in the West. Every time you pass through a place, you need a customs clearance certificate."

"It's the same even if a person dies. To move across regions, you need to pass a written ultimatum."

Bai Yao said calmly: "It's okay to die in your own country, but it would be tragic if you died abroad. You can only be wandering in a foreign country with no one to rely on."

Xiao Yan had a knowing look on his face, "So I will definitely die in my own country from now on!"

Bai Yao looked at Li Shuangshuang: "Your registered residence was not in Yuncheng during your lifetime, but you died in Yuncheng, and your soul cannot leave Yuncheng. It's very simple. Find the local city god in Yuncheng and get the customs clearance document to leave."

"but……"

"But what?"

"I found no trace of the City God in Yuncheng."

Not only Yuncheng, she has traveled to many places in the past year, but she has not found any gods in the world, not even a small god.

This is strange.

Xiao Yan worriedly said: "If there is no customs clearance document, how can Shuangshuang return to his hometown?"

Bai Yao pondered.

In fact, it is not difficult to let Li Shuangshuang go back, as long as she takes out a hundred points of spiritual power, opens the area barrier, and lets her out.

but……

One hundred points of spiritual power is her life value for one day!

She promised Xiaochuan that she would treat his leg.

It takes 200,000 points of spiritual power to heal the leg.

She didn't even save up and started to consume spiritual energy.

Moreover, helping Li Shuangshuang leave Yuncheng and return to his hometown is obviously a loss-making business.

Bai Yao never does anything to lose money.

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