Power Bank and the Girl in the G550

Facing Boss Zhou's shock,

Jiang Qiao gave a mysterious smile.

In truth, he had just made a blind guess based on Ghost Story.

In those stories, people haunted by female ghosts always had some indescribable dreams.

And Old Zhou's female ghost was an Ugly Person, so she probably would not show her face in dreams.

He had not expected to guess right!

Sure enough, Dragon Country authors never deceived Dragon Country People.

"I not only know you dreamed of a woman, I also know she had a mole on her chest."

Jiang Qiao recalled that female ghost. She had been big and white.

Too bad she had a mouth.

Old Zhou immediately cried out, shooting to his feet and staring hard at Jiang Qiao.

"Little brother... you... you..."

Jiang Qiao picked up his cup and calmly took a sip of water.

He said blandly, "Brother, don't you understand yet?"

"You've been haunted by a female ghost. Your kidneys must be really sore right now, huh?"

Old Zhou's expression changed dramatically at those words.

Thinking of last night's seductive dream, cold sweat immediately broke out on him.

He had already suspected that his supermarket had bad feng shui and had attracted something unclean, leaving him constantly uneasy.

Now that Jiang Qiao had accurately described his dream,

Old Zhou believed him at once.

"Little bro... Master, what should I do now?"

He hurriedly asked for advice.

Even his form of address had changed, and a trace of respect entered his voice.

Even Wang Fugui beside him unconsciously sat up straighter and watched Jiang Qiao with a serious expression.

People in business, whether Big Bosses or Little Bosses, were often superstitious. Those who ran inns like him had even more taboos.

He wondered whether his little inn had truly taken in some expert.

"You could say fate brought us together."

As Jiang Qiao spoke, he began pondering things over.

That female ghost had already fled, and she did not seem likely to appear again for the time being.

He could not exactly serve as Old Zhou's bodyguard, either.

It was not as if Old Zhou were a beautiful, single rich woman!

However, Jiang Qiao remembered how the female ghost had flirted with her eyes, and how the Lightning Thunder Fist within him had shown signs of activating on its own.

His eyes immediately lit up as a bold idea came to him.

What if he tried storing the Lightning Thunder Fist's current inside a Power Bank?

Maybe it would automatically activate when it encountered a ghost!

With that thought, he took out the Power Bank he had bought yesterday and quietly charged it with a little black current.

A faint burnt smell rose up, and the Power Bank broke.

But Jiang Qiao sensed that something had indeed appeared inside it.

It was just constantly leaking away, and would probably only last a day or two.

As for whether it could be activated or how powerful it would be, Jiang Qiao did not know.

That would have to wait until Old Zhou interacted with the female ghost.

If it worked, Jiang Qiao would immediately prepare a whole pile of Power Banks to use as proximity bombs after the Supernatural Revival.

After thinking it over, he felt that giving only a Power Bank would be a little too out of place.

So he got up, found a sheet of paper, and drew a talisman in the style of those zombie movies.

Others used yellow paper and red ink. He used white paper and black writing.

In the end, while Wang Fugui and Old Zhou stared blankly, Jiang Qiao placed the Power Bank and "talisman" on the table.

"This is..."

Old Zhou asked doubtfully.

"I drew a talisman. Wear it on you, and you'll be fine soon." Jiang Qiao spoke calmly.

Wang Fugui and Old Zhou looked at those Ghostly scribbles, then exchanged glances.

Old Zhou in particular had gone to Xuan Yang Temple for a talisman just a few days ago.

Compared to it, that one had looked ancient and elegant, with smooth strokes and excellent presentation. It looked highly professional.

Jiang Qiao's, meanwhile... looked like an elementary school student's draft paper, the kind that had been chewed up by a dog!

Seeing their expressions, Jiang Qiao said blandly, "Tofu tastes best hot, and wives should be plump. You can't judge things by appearances."

"You have to look at the results."

The two of them did not fully understand, but instinctively felt it made sense and could not help nodding.

Perhaps that was what made a master?

"Then what about this Power Bank?"

Old Zhou asked again.

"The Power Bank is an external aid. Keep it on you with the talisman at all times. You wouldn't understand even if I explained it. You'll know when the time comes." Jiang Qiao did not know how to explain it either.

Though both men felt something was off, they did not dare ask too much, since they did not understand any of it.

Old Zhou picked up the "talisman," examining it over and over from every angle before asking uncertainly,

"Can this talisman really deal with ghosts?"

Jiang Qiao answered with certainty, "Put it together with the Power Bank, and it definitely can."

After receiving that assurance, Old Zhou carefully asked,

"How much is this talisman?"

"Three thousand."

Jiang Qiao thought about it. Although Old Zhou ran a supermarket, he probably would not be willing to pay too much.

So he named a price that he thought was already heavily discounted.

After all, before his transmigration, he had heard that many people charged for feng shui consultations by the square meter.

Yet Old Zhou's expression still changed.

Though he was a Little Boss with some money on hand, spending three thousand yuan on a sheet of paper was still difficult for him to accept.

Just a few days ago, he had spent only three hundred yuan to get a talisman from the most famous Xuan Yang Temple nearby.

This was a full ten times more!

He felt like he was being treated as a sucker.

But remembering Jiang Qiao's unfathomable demeanor, along with the fact that he really had encountered some Evil/Wicked things lately, he did not quite dare haggle.

He had heard before that some people had strange tempers. Once they named a price, you could not bargain, and sometimes you could not even refuse, or you would offend them.

And if you offended them, they might retaliate against you.

With just a few minor tricks, such people could make your life miserable without you even knowing what had happened.

"Forget it. I'll buy it."

Old Zhou took a breath and said calmly, "All right, I'll take this talisman."

He silently made up his mind that if it did not work after he went back, he would immediately come to Jiang Qiao for a refund!

Jiang Qiao smiled.

With an extra three thousand yuan in his pocket, he turned and left the inn.

Not long after Jiang Qiao left, Old Zhou received a call saying that the supermarket's internet had gone down again.

He hurriedly stuffed the "talisman" and Power Bank into his pocket and rushed out of the inn.

On the way, Old Zhou drove while thinking about the supermarket, feeling somewhat irritated.

He was also rather speechless about spending three thousand yuan, feeling that he had acted on impulse and would probably lose the money for nothing.

Just as he was distracted, he suddenly saw a pair of snow-white hands appear out of thin air and seize his steering wheel.

Immediately, his car swerved sideways into a nearby vehicle.

Then came a violent jolt and a tremendous impact. His entire car was shoved sideways, and all the airbags deployed.

But at the instant those hands appeared, Old Zhou felt an icy numbness in the pocket holding the "talisman" and Power Bank.

Then a shrill scream rang out. He saw a woman in a dudou, her face covered in mouths, struck by a bolt of Black Lightning and reduced directly to ash.

Bang!

The car finally crashed into the roadside divider and came to a stop.

"There's been an accident!"

"Car accident!"

"Help them!"

"Call 120!"

"..."

A group of pedestrians gathered around, and some kindhearted people hurried over to pull Old Zhou from the car.

Many others were helping the driver of the other vehicle as well.

Though the vehicle had been badly deformed, Old Zhou had fortunately suffered only minor injuries.

He sat by the roadside waiting for the ambulance, wiping blood from himself as he took out the Power Bank and talisman.

The talisman remained completely intact, exactly as it had been.

But the Power Bank had turned charred black.

Remembering what had just happened in the car, Old Zhou could not help feeling Horrifying chills run down his spine.

He recognized that body. It was the woman from his dream!

He really had been haunted by a ghost!

And he had nearly lost his life!

"An expert..."

"That little brother really is an expert..."

Old Zhou muttered to himself.

At the same time, a G550 off-road vehicle was parked by the roadside not far away.

A Woman with a clear, refined air sat in the driver's seat.

Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and her features were exquisite, with a high nose bridge. Beneath willow-leaf brows, her starry eyes shone brilliantly.

At that moment, traces of shock flickered across her face.

She had just seen with her own eyes an eerie woman appear out of thin air inside the car ahead and to the side, followed by a bolt of Black Lightning.

What was that woman?

Was she a ghost?

And what about that Black Lightning?

Thinking of the strange incidents that had been troubling her lately, she suddenly felt a trace of excitement.

Perhaps she could ask that Uncle?

The Woman had just approached Boss Zhou when she heard him muttering to himself:

"I need to hurry and find Master to buy more talismans..."

"And Power Banks. I should get a few dozen first."

"They can save your life when it matters..."