Chapter 712: The Little Ghost's Cow Tears

He Qixing followed Lin Fuxing's finger, looking again and again, growing more doubtful. Under the paulownia tree, there was nothing—where could there be a beautiful auntie without clothes? Only the wind blew leaves.

He turned his head, his face already a little bluish: 'Fuxing, I really don't like children who lie! If you spout nonsense, I'll tell your dad, and he'll definitely beat you.'

There really is!

Lin Fuxing blinked his big eyes, expression innocent and earnest: 'That auntie is standing right beside the paulownia tree, her hair long, wearing…… oh no, she isn't wearing any clothes.'

Saying that, Lin Fuxing also gestured with his hand to show the height: 'About this tall, skin white as snow, just that the complexion is a bit bluish……'

Complexion a bit bluish?

He Qixing felt a chill run down his back, and couldn't help but turn his head to glance.

Still saw nothing.

"You……" He suddenly thought of something, questioning: "In broad daylight, you couldn't have seen something unclean, could you?"

Sigh……

Lin Fuxing suddenly sighed, a maturity beyond his years appearing on his small face: 'Uncle, you really can't see that auntie? If you can't see her, then…… I really did see a ghost; actually, since I was little I've been able to see things others can't.'

"Real or fake?" He Qixing was half-believing, half-doubting.

"Really." Lin Fuxing said matter-of-factly, pointing at the distant paulownia tree: "That clothesless auntie is looking at you and smiling, as if she's taken a liking to you; I'd guess she'll come find you tonight."

!!!

He Qixing sucked in a breath of cold air, his scalp a little numb.

But he soon denied Lin Fuxing's claim, forcing calm: 'Don't talk nonsense, there are no ghosts in broad daylight! Believe in science!'

"Just knew you wouldn't believe."

Lin Fuxing pursed his lips, pulled out a tiny glass bottle from his pants pocket, inside was a cloudy liquid.

The little guy explained solemnly: 'Many people at school don't believe I can see ghosts, just like you, they don't believe there are ghosts in this world. I can't explain it clearly, so I always carry cow tears to prove I'm not lying. Two drops of cow tears let you see ghosts—do you dare to try?'

」！！！？

He Qixing stared at the small bottle, his heart pounding.

Reason told him this was a trick to deceive children, but Lin Fuxing sounded too convincing. Moreover…… what if? What if it's really true?

Curiosity scratched at his heart like a cat's claw.

More importantly, if this little ghost is telling the truth, then wouldn't I have a great opportunity to see ghosts? And it's a naked female ghost……

"How to try?"

He Qixing's voice already a little excited, thinking: 'If I could, like Ning Caichen from the Strange Studio, sleep with that beautiful female ghost, this life wouldn't have been lived in vain.'

Lin Fuxing twisted open the bottle cap, a pungent smell wafted out: 'Squat down, I'll drop it for you. One drop is enough; more will make you blind.'

He Qixing hesitated for two seconds, then gritted his teeth and squatted down.

He had decided: even if he was being tricked, it didn't matter; anyway, this little ghost couldn't get away.

If it's true, then I'd strike it rich! From now on, instead of being a measly bodyguard, I could sell cow tears and make a fortune.

"Widen your eyes." Lin Fuxing leaned in, his small hand steady holding the bottle.

A drop of the cloudy liquid accurately fell into He Qixing's right eye.

"Ah——!"

A shrill scream instantly shattered the playground's tranquility.

He Qixing jumped up on the spot, covering his eyes as if touched by a branding iron. That wasn't the so-called cow tears at all, but industrial chili oil.

And it's the extra-spicy kind!

His right eye burned painfully, tears streamed uncontrollably, his vision blurred.

"You little brat! I'll kill you!" He Qixing flew into a rage, his remaining left eye bloodshot, he reached out to grab Lin Fuxing.

Lin Fuxing had been prepared, nimbly dodged to the side, and firmly pressed the SOS button on the side of his smartwatch—press it three times.

"Help! Bad people are going to catch me!"

Lin Fuxing ran and shouted, his voice clear and loud.

Almost at the same time, the passageway doors on the east and west sides of the playground were pushed open simultaneously, two burly men in black suits and sunglasses charged over like cheetahs.

Their speed was astonishing, a distance of ten-something meters was covered in an instant.

"Stop!"

The bodyguard in front let out a harsh shout.

He Qixing had just grabbed Lin Fuxing's arm, hadn't even exerted force, when a big hand like an iron clamp locked his wrist.

"Crack!"

With a light sound, He Qixing's wrist joint was dislocated.

"Ah——!"

He Qixing screamed again, releasing Lin Fuxing.

Another bodyguard had already stepped in front of the child, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

"Young master, are you alright?" the bodyguard restraining He Qixing asked in a low voice.

"I'm fine, Uncle Wang." Lin Fuxing poked his head out from behind the bodyguard, pointing at He Qixing, who was painfully gasping: "This bad guy wanted to trick me, and even drank my urine."

"Urine?"

The two bodyguards simultaneously froze.

Lin Fuxing nodded seriously: 'Yeah, I had to pee, I collected it in a bottle. He snatched it and drank it, even saying it was a high-end beverage; his mind is not right.'

The two bodyguards' expressions instantly became extremely colorful.

He Qixing, pressed to the ground, hearing this, felt his stomach churn, and vomited with a 'wah'. The vomit still faintly showed traces of pale yellow.

"Ugh…… cough cough…… you little beast…… you……" He Qixing vomited and cursed, but before he could finish, the bodyguard sealed his mouth with tape.

"Take him away first."

The Wang-surname bodyguard efficiently put handcuffs on He Qixing, then told his companion: "Notify Master Fan, someone has kidnapped the young master. Check the surroundings; there may be accomplices."

Understood.

Another bodyguard responded and obeyed.

At the school gate.

Inside a minivan across the street.

Laogui was still sitting in the driver's seat, having finished his seventh cigarette.

He glanced at the time; it was already 3:26 p. m., nearly fifty minutes since He Qixing entered the school.

Damn useless!

Laogui muttered a curse.

He felt a bit suspicious; why would it take so long to grab an eight-year-old? Could he have gotten lost?

He picked up the walkie-talkie and called: "Old He, report back—did you get him?"

No response.

Laogui frowned, called again, but still only silence.

Damn it, that bastard probably didn't run away mid‑job, right? Laogui, full of doubt, got out of the car, preparing to go to the school himself to check the situation.

Everything at the school gate was normal.

Some parents picking up their children had already arrived early at the school gate, waiting for the bell signaling the end of class.

The school security also came out of the guardhouse, maintaining order at the gate.

"This parent, your child will be out of school soon; please wait at the gate." The school security blocked Laogui's path, not letting him enter the school.

Laogui steadied himself, putting on an act: "Do you know who you're stopping? My young master is Lin Fuxing! If anything happens to my young master, can you bear responsibility? Move aside!"