Wang Bingying was half-believing about the identity of the Great Psychist of Mao Jindao. She had heard of the profession of psychics, but she only had a slight understanding of what the psychics did. As for the level division of psychics, she was even more confused. She asked curiously: "The Great Psychist, it sounds very powerful. Is it the same as the psychic masters of the Media Association?"

"Bang..."

Mao Jin Knife crushed a peach pit in his hand and said with a dark face: "Don't compare me to those liars who pretend to be a god!"

Wang Bingying was startled by Mao Jindao's face and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just don't understand the profession of the great psychic, so I guessed it randomly, please don't be surprised."

The titles of Asian queen, otaku goddess, Wang Bingying are not frivolous. She looks weak and looks extremely delicate and lovely. Her big eyes are a little red, and she seems to shed tears at any time. The way she is so wronged and dares not speak, makes people feel pity. Who can bear to lose her temper with such a kawaii girl? Mao Jindao can't bear it, so he sighed and said, "Okay, I don't mean to blame you. I'm just dissatisfied with the so-called psychics who pretend to be a god and cheat money."

Wang Bingying's big eyes flashed, and she said carefully: "How did these psychic masters offend you? I heard that they are very effective. I have a few good friends who have asked the masters of the psychic media association to help. They are really effective! They can really meet dead people and help others avoid misfortune. If it weren't for the tight time of this concert, I would have wanted to go to the psychic media association."

"Hmph." Mao Jindao snorted coldly and said nothing. He lowered his head to work on his own affairs. Wang Bingying felt very bored. Thinking of the terrible monster just now, he couldn't help but say in fear: "Is that man-eating monster just now the demon you want to catch? What is it, and how is it now? Are you sure to deal with it?"

Mao Jin said without raising his head: "That is a ghost who has been suppressed for more than a thousand years. He escaped from the Netherworld Hell. It likes to devour human flesh and blood and then change into human appearance. You can also call it a ghost who paints the skin. It has been suppressed for too long, and its resentment is overwhelming and powerful. If it is in its current state, I am not sure."

A hint of fear flashed across Wang Bingying's face: "You are not sure about dealing with it? What should we do? Should we ask for help? There are many fans of mine below, and I can't watch them being eaten by monsters."

"If I am in my current state, I am not sure!" Mao Jindao specifically emphasized the word "now" and said, "But the situation will be different later."

"Why?" Wang Bingying asked with her big eyes like a curious baby.

"Because it eats too much blood. Everyone who is eaten by it will emit a fierce aura before dying, which will slowly dilute the resentment of the ghost of the painting skin," Mao Jindao said coldly, "And my formation will be arranged soon, and it will be difficult to fly even if it has wings!"

"What did you say? What do you mean is that if you want to catch this powerful ghost, you must let it eat people first until you have enough, so you deliberately let it go and just watch it eat so many people?" Wang Bingying's voice trembled a little, and her tone became significantly heavier.

But Mao Jindao said as if he was unaware: "That's right. You can understand it this way."

"How can you do this! How can you be so cruel!" Wang Bingying couldn't help but scold, "I don't know what the great psychic is, but since you are doing something to subdue demons and eliminate demons, how can you not save me? My fans are used by you for no reason. They are eaten alive as tools for catching ghosts. How can you bear it! Each of them has parents, even wives and children behind them. Everyone's death will make more living people feel sad. Are you so cold-blooded and ruthless? Are you a human?"

Wang Bingying forgot the threat of that monster at this moment. She forgot the danger she was in. She was filled with righteous indignation and was full of indignation for the fans. Her fans were all so cute and loyal. How could they be sacrificed in vain as a tool to catch ghosts? How could the great psychic who subdued demons and eliminated demons be so careless! So she questioned Mao Jindao loudly, regardless of the other party's extremely powerful power, and could easily kill herself.

Sometimes, the courage that a person bursts out can surpass death or even surpass everything.

Mao Jindao frowned, as if he was a little confused about why Wang Bingying was suddenly so excited. He said lazily: "Hey, Xiao Niu, this is how you treat your life-savior?"

Wang Bingying was speechless for a moment, then raised her face and said firmly: "You saved me, I am very grateful to you, but this cannot be a reason to stop me from hating you! You are such a cold-blooded animal!"

After fiddling with the last small object in his hand, Mao Jindao clapped his hands and stood up and said helplessly: "Where did I do to you? Why are you so resolute and hate me?"

"Do you want me to repeat what you did?" Wang Bingying said angrily, "You are careless! You are not worthy of being a great psychic!"

"What? What? Great psychic?" Mao Jindao looked at her with a funny look and said, "Where did you hear that I am great?"

Wang Bingying blushed and said, "How can a great psychic master be great in subduing demons and saving all living beings with compassion? But I am not talking about you! What kind of psychic master are you? You watched so many people die innocently, and that painted ghost is rampant under your nose, but you turn a blind eye. Are you a little compassionate? Are you worthy of the great psychic master?"

Wang Bingying said something very ugly. Mao Jindao finally said a little angry and embarrassed: "Then what do you think I should do? Do you know how terrible the painted ghost is? Do you want me to fight it from the beginning? At that time, I was no match for it at all, and I would die in vain if I went there!"

"Then you are watching so many people die because of your cowardice?" Wang Bingying said angrily, "Even if you are not its opponent, at least you can temporarily stop its steps, so that you can leave time to let everyone escape. How could so many people die if they are like that? A real man, can't he have a sense of sacrifice for justice? Shouldn't the great psychic master be compassionate and brave enough to sacrifice himself?"

"Ha," Mao Jindao sneered, "If I do what you said, I will die in vain at the hands of the ghost in vain first, just talk about these ignorant people. Are you sure that they will fight with the ghost in vain, and the first thing they think of is to escape when they see me fighting with the ghost in vain? I'm afraid that's not the case. If I rush out and fight with the ghost in vain, the so-called innocent people will not only not take the opportunity to escape, but will stay to watch the fun. They will not accept my affection, but will only watch my jokes. They will think that I am acting in a monkey show, and if the fight is fierce, they may even shout good!"

When Wang Bingying heard these words, she immediately became shorter. She knew that what Mao Jindao said was not a joke, nor was it a boring assumption. When people who were extremely mentally empty saw Mao Jindao fighting fiercely with the painted ghost, they thought of the first thing they thought was to find a better position in perspective! But she was not so easy to give in. She said weakly: "If that happens, I will definitely organize everyone to escape. I will use the speaker to call everyone to leave quickly in an orderly manner, and will not let your efforts be in vain."

"Did you know what I did at that time? Do you know how scary the ghost of the painted skin?" Mao Jindao said disdainfully, "It's really a pain when you stand and speak! If this happens at the beginning, do you think this is a surprise arranged by the organizer, what special stunts and wires are there?"

"I won't be like this..." Wang Bingying's voice was as low as a mosquito and flies, and she seemed to be very confident. She knew that all Mao Jindao said was true. If the situation developed as she said, the result would be that everyone would be in a circle watching Mao Jindao fight desperately with the painted ghost. She was curious and would also happily participate and would never miss it. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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