"Is there really a ghost?" Zhang Baiye stopped, trembling in fear, and even speaking was not smooth.

Zhang Ping blinked and thought of something almost instantly: I guess this is what is called doing too much bad things, and there is a ghost in his heart.

Zhang Ping followed him all the way because he could see the phenomenon of "human body glowing". Zhang Baiye probably because of his evil skills, the "light" on his body is completely different from that of ordinary people and practitioners.

So no matter how Zhang Baiye changed his identity, it was as obvious in Zhang Ping's eyes as a moving light bulb.

However, as a (excellent) enough Pipi, how could he tell the truth? Especially the other party's fear, and considering that the other party is a good player in ghost play, Zhang Ping made a decision almost instantly and responded:

"We have recently learned a special spell, and we can see something that ordinary means cannot detect.

For example, there is a ghost on the top of your head and back. Although it is not real, it is enough to guide us to see you."

While talking, Zhang Ping led the police and uncles to move forward.

Zhang Baiye took two steps back, suddenly turned around, and continued to run wildly. At this time, in the underground tunnel of the subway, there was no one around. Zhang Baiye fully demonstrated his ability, running forward like a light smoke.

At this moment, Zhang Ping finally couldn't catch up.

But it doesn't matter. The police uncles behind also broke out. Zhang Baiye's stay was enough to complete the preparations. He saw a policeman take out a talisman and inspire it directly.

A faint light of inspiration flashed and rushed directly to the figure running in front of him. Then Zhang Ping saw the running figure falling down and crawling with all his limbs.

The other party got up, but stumbled and pounced again.

"This is a curse of weakness." A policeman explained to Zhang Ping.

A policeman had already stepped up and handcuffed the guy, especially the "collar" - this is specifically for practitioners.

Zhang Ping did not look at the arrested suspect, but looked at the policeman who had just activated the talisman.

The police shrugged: "This talisman must ensure that there is no third person before the target. Otherwise, the talisman will hit the nearest person. And the curse type thing should be used as little as possible on ordinary people.

For people above the foundation building stage, this curse may be just a weak effect. But if ordinary people have symptoms, another weak curse may be fatal, such as heart disease, respiratory diseases, etc. Therefore, the bureau repeatedly reminds them and cannot be used against ordinary people.

And this is the first time I have used it in reality, and the excitation speed is a bit slow."

Zhang Ping suddenly realized that although he did not look at film and television literary works, various talismans were flying all over the sky; but in reality, he had to be used carefully.

For the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, it may be just an auxiliary small spell, but it may be fatal to ordinary people. Just like the previous pistols, it is not enough to tickle for the cultivators.

When everyone returned, the train was heading in the opposite direction and leaving the tunnel, and the entire subway transportation system was in chaos.

The policeman whose shoulder was pierced by a flying sword had temporarily used spells to stop bleeding, and there were enthusiastic people next to him to help deal with the wound. Although it could not be cured, at least it was not in danger of life.

Zhang Ping felt for the first time: The world of cultivation is really unsafe; and a peaceful life is because someone behind him is carrying the burden silently.

"What's the name!" Some policeman asked the suspect, his tone was cold.

Zhang Baiye asked back: "Is there really a ghost behind me?"

The policeman was also furious when asked, but he hummed with a cold face, "Is it me asking you or you asking me!"

Zhang Baiye also snorted coldly and did not speak. Deep down, Zhang Baiye knew his ending very well: it had caused so many deaths, and the social impact was extremely bad, so he could not live. Since that's the case, let everything go with the flow.

If it weren't for being restrained now, Zhang Baiye would have thought of committing suicide.

But Zhang Ping turned his eyes and sneered: "What's the point of being stubborn? There is obviously a ghost behind you, and it should be the control of you by your superiors. Do you still have to keep it secret for them?

I heard that evil organizations like you, you are all 'furnaces'. After you absorb enough souls, you will be thrown into the alchemy furnace."

The police officers next to him couldn't help looking at Zhang Ping; Zhang Baiye shivered even more, as if he had thought of some kind of terrifying result.

So, he spoke: "Zhang Baiye."

But before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared beside him and headed straight for Zhang Baiye.

The police snorted coldly and instantly protected Zhang Baiye. However, at the same time, a faster cold light flew towards Zhang Ping.

This is the important goal.

In an instant, Zhang Ping's hair stood upside down. At this moment, Zhang Ping saw a sneering face in the crowd; at this moment, Zhang Ping saw the cold light shot at him, which seemed to be a kind of "needle". At this moment, Zhang Ping also saw the shocked, anxious, angry, but powerless expressions of the police around him.

Zhang Ping has now practiced the "fire-eyed golden eyes" and can lock in such an attack. However, in terms of physical and cultivation, Zhang Ping is only in the Qi Refining Stage after all, and at most it is a half-step foundation building stage and cannot react at all.

"boom……"

Everything is blinking.

The flying needle pierced Zhang Ping's eyebrows.

However, at this critical moment, a bronze ball suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ping's face. The bronze ball flashed and the flying needle broke with a crack, turning into pieces and splashed.

Then Zhang Ping finally reacted, screamed, and layers of wind shields appeared in front of him, his figure flashed and moved, and he used the wind escape technique faintly, and his figure became more and more dreamy and elusive.

Then more flying needles fell, and screams appeared in the crowd behind them. An unimaginable chaos broke out at the scene.

A policeman chased forward, but the other party sneered: "I advise you to find four bombs around, which are hidden by formations. The effect is just enough to blow this subway station into the sky.

I'll give you a tip, there's a black package under the load-bearing column on your left hand."

While speaking, the person had disappeared from the chaotic crowd.

Zhang Ping spread his ignorant eyes, but saw nothing. This person was obviously not a "ghost cultivation". There was nothing special about the light of the human body, and perhaps the other party had some hidden means and disappeared like this.

Zhang Ping's face turned blue, and the crazy and cruelty of criminals, especially the gang members, completely subverted his imagination. However, what Zhang Ping was even more shocked was: Where are these guys usually hiding? When did he be targeted?

The police had already rushed to the pillar next to him and found a black travel bag with a bomb set inside.

Time... only two seconds left!

The policeman roared and suddenly rushed forward.

"Puff..."

A muffled sound, the ribbons were flying, but it was a festive spray of flowers.

Almost at the same time, the sound of squirting flowers came from all around, and the ribbons on the scene were dancing, which was dazzling and colorful. However, none of the police could laugh.

The policeman who sacrificed himself to the "bomb" slowly got up, looking scared and angry.

People around him took photos and applauded. But the police began to drive him away: "Scatter quickly, I don't know what dangers are here."

After a while, more policemen came over and blocked the scene. Zhang Ping also saw his friends in the police car. None of them were in danger, but they were inevitably bruised and swollen.

Chu Yiyi had a rubbing on her face, but when she saw Zhang Ping, she came up to care.

"I'm fine. It's your face..."

"It's okay to have a little scratch."

The two held hands and looked at each other.

After this crisis, Gao Huiping and Liu Jie seemed to have broken through some bottom line...wrong... A layer of window paper, the two looked at each other silently.

Liu Hao and Gao Yunhe looked at each other. They accidentally ate a mouthful of dog food. Gao Yunhe turned to look at the female detective Tan Yunxiang who was silently curling his lips next to him:

"Sister Tan, please comfort."

"Ha, who will comfort me?" Tan Yunxiang turned around and left.

"Xiangxiang!" The policeman who had just rushed towards the bomb ran over and ran to Tan Yunxiang, as if he had become enlightened, and said loudly: "Xiangxiang, be my girlfriend."

As he said that, he actually took out the gold ring from his pocket.

Tan Yunxiang was stunned: What's going on?

Some people were chattering and suddenly someone shouted:

"accept!"

"accept!"

"accept!"

…

Tan Yunxiang's face turned slightly red, she silently raised her left hand and watched the man put the ring on his middle finger.

The people around cheered again: "Hug her!" "Kiss her..."
Chapter completed!