It was getting dark, but Anne never showed up.

Seeing this, Ling Zimo breathed a long sigh.

However, he was still worried and did not dare to sleep alone.

Although Huang Changmao was surprised by his president's strange request, he still arranged two bodyguards to work night shifts in the president's bedroom.

Seeing that Ling Zimo was restless and looked a little reluctant, the old monk took out a string of Buddhist beads that he had used for many years and hung them on Ling Zimo's wrist.

Ling Zimo was so excited that this was the Buddhist bead worn by the monks. After years of Buddhist cultivation, spiritual energy has been produced.

Wearing it will make you calm your spirits and keep your ghosts from getting close to you!

Ling Zimo is the domineering president and is used to using money to express kindness. He directly instructed Huang Changmao, "Tomorrow, I will donate 1 million yuan of merit money to Lingshan Temple!"

The old monk himself has already stepped out of the world, but his disciples still enjoy the world's fireworks. Even the Buddha statues worshipped, they can only be rich to make it a golden body to ensure that the incense is endless.

"Amitabha, thank you for donor Ling!" The old monk said thank you lightly.

Old Taoist priest:...

Without being vague, he took out a large handful of talismans, such as the calming talisman, the ghost-repelling talisman, the evil-repelling talisman, the peace talisman, and the yellow talisman paper that covered the villa.

In addition, he took out a jade talisman he had raised for many years and handed it to Ling Zimo with great caution. "With this jade talisman, even the most powerful ghost in the world, he would not dare to get close!"

Ling Zimo was overjoyed.

As a top student with a PhD in physics, he has been a firm believer in science for more than 30 years, but he really cannot explain his experiences in recent days.

Therefore, Ling Zimo went from one extreme to another and began to crazyly believe in those mysterious things.

Although he didn't know what the talisman papers that were floating in every corner of the room were, he felt inexplicably at ease when he looked at them.

"Assistant Huang, please arrange it and donate one million merit money to Jingchen Temple tomorrow!"

Ling Zimo is really not short of money. As long as there is a way to deal with the crazy woman "Annina", he will be willing to do so even if he is one million.

Seeing Ling Zimo so generous, the other masters took out their unique skills, magic weapons, formations, and exorcising evil spirits, making the whole villa very lively.

Annie found the villa based on Skynet surveillance, walked into the door quietly, and saw such a scene of demons dancing through the window.

Oh no, you can't let the demons dance around, but the Eight Immortals cross the sea to show their magical powers!

"Hmm?" Annie raised her eyebrows. Not to mention that there were actually a few masters among the group.

They all have certain cultivation levels, and they should be considered top figures in this world.

However, compared with the thousand-year-old bird who has practiced immortality like Annie and is proficient in talismans, it is still more than a little bit worse.

She drew an invisibility talisman for herself and walked into the villa through the gate.

She even walked among a few masters who were waving randomly, without anyone noticing her.

"Okay, Mr. Ling, everything has been arranged!"

Huang Changmao no longer wants to complain. Everything he experienced tonight really made his views shatter into pieces.

Mr. Ling, who was wise and powerful in his mind, became a somewhat nervous superstitious madman.

I just hope that Mr. Ling will survive this disaster as soon as possible and then return to his former appearance.

Although Mr. Ling was so arrogant in the past that he was almost worthy of beating, he was at least clear-headed.

Following a smart leader and following a leader who is brainwashed by feudal superstition are definitely two different experiences!

"Okay, very good!" Ling Zimo looked at the lively living room, the bedroom covered with talisman paper, and two strong bodyguards, and immediately felt much more at ease.

He said good night to the old monk and others, and went back to the bedroom to rest.

The excitement in the living room gradually subsided, and soon the whole villa fell into silence.

The lights were not turned off because Ling Zimo refused.

Even in his bedroom, a warm floor lamp was placed in the corner.

The dim lights are not dazzling, but they are inexplicably relieved.

Ling Zimo looked at the two bodyguards sitting dangerously on the small terrace by the window again, and then slowly closed his eyes.

As the night became darker, the others in the villa also fell asleep one after another.

Only the old monk and the old Taoist priest, one in the living room on the first floor and the other in the corridor on the second floor, meditating on the ground.

They closed their eyes, but their ears moved from time to time, obviously not falling asleep at all.

However, they did not notice that a transparent figure was leisurely passing through the living room, then stepped up the steps step by step, passed the corridor, and finally arrived in front of Ling Zimo's bedroom.

Anne drew another wall-passing talisman, easily passed through the door panel, and entered the bedroom.

Ling Zimo was already asleep, while the two bodyguards were very dedicated to opening their eyes and looking around with caution.

Annie knew that many of the bodyguards hired by Ling Zimo were retired special forces, and even masters who had been killers abroad.

These people, let alone not sleep all night, can be fine even if they stay for three days and three nights.

Annie moved her fingers slightly, drew a small barrier, wrapping herself and Ling Zimo.

Ling Zimo was wearing Buddhist beads in one hand and jade talisman in the other. There was a pile of talisman paper stuffed under the pillow, but he was not sleeping soundly.

He had a nightmare. In the dream, he ran in the deep forest, with tigers, leopards and other beasts chasing him wildly behind him.

He ran desperately, and suddenly a deep pit appeared under his feet. He fell down, and the abyss below was...

"Ah~" Ling Zimo's body trembled violently, and he suddenly woke up and sat up directly.

He looked around in horror and found that it was his bedroom. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, "It turned out to be a dream--"

However, before he could finish speaking, he heard a creepy voice: "Dream? Zimo, what dream did you have? Have you dreamed of me?"

Ling Zimo's scalp was numb, and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified.

He turned his head stiffly and found a slender figure standing in front of the bed.

His eyes moved upwards and he saw a face that made him afraid.

"An, An, An—" In fear, he stuttered directly.

"Zimo, I dream of you every day. Have you ever dreamed of me?"

Annie seemed not to see Ling Zimo's fear. She slowly approached and bent down slowly, her eyes parallel to Ling Zimo's.

"You, don't come over."

Ling Zimo seemed to have a cardiac arrest and wanted to run away. His body was so scared that he could not move. He was afraid that "Anina" who was still expressing his affection to him would suddenly beat him in the next second. He had to beg quietly, "Nina, please don't hit me, don't torture me!"

"Zimo, I love you. I don't want to hit you or torture you, but who made you unbearable!"

Annie spoke very slowly, and with her paranoid expression, she was a snake sperm.

Ling Zi acquiescedly said a complete sentence. Although he was afraid, he could move his limbs.

Just as Annie approached little by little, Ling Zimo instinctively raised his hands. He was not resisting, but trying to protect his face.

However, as soon as his hand moved, he realized that he was holding something.

Jade Talisman?

Yes, he also has jade talismans, Buddhist beads, and there are a bunch of experts outside the door.
Chapter completed!