Yanjing, General Administration of Lingjian.

Feng Qiang held the documents on the table, sent by three Maoshan investigators, and Maoshan Dan was made.

Feng Qiang has always been too lazy to pay attention to this kind of thing. Even if they refine poison, as long as they do not harm society, they have no relationship with themselves. The way of life and death is the traditional world. All everyone wants is their status in this circle and the obligation to achieve the stability of Yin and Yang, which coincides with the purpose of the General Administration of Spiritual Investigation.

So as long as they continue to keep a low profile and remain mysterious, the General Administration of Spiritual Investigation will not interfere in everything about them.

After reading the document, Feng Qiang handed over another copy in front of him, the top secret level.

Feng Qiang was stunned. Such documents never appeared on his desk. I heard that the last time the top-secret document appeared was when Gorikawatani first entered China.

"go out."

"yes."

This underground office was hung with a light bulb and no natural light was penetrated. Feng Qiang opened the file bag and there was only a piece of paper inside. The text on it seemed to describe the incident in detail, and it was pitiful.

Feng Qiang smashed his fist on the desk: "Damn it!!! What is Huaize Ghost King?"

"Huaize Ghost King? Hahahaha, that's the most cunning ghost king I've ever seen. Feng Qiang, have you met him?"

A sneer came from the wall, and Feng Qiang's forehead burst out with blue veins.

He lit a cigarette and limped to the bookshelf. The bookshelf was pushed open. There was an iron door inside, and there was a Bagua Talisman array on it. Every time the sound in the door appeared, the Bagua Talisman would swell like a blowing wind and almost be pushed off.

"If you know what you want, say it, don't make everyone unhappy!"

Feng Qiang walked in with a dark face and wearing boxing gloves. The sound of fists and feet adding together sounded inside, and the sound was even more harsh.

"Say? Is it useful to say it? That guy has been lying under Fang Yantian's eyelid for so many years, and Yang Shen didn't pick anything wrong with him. At the same time, he was extremely cunning. What do you want to know?"

Feng Qiang was speechless.

The smoke was very frequent, and then inhaled and then spit out. Feng Qiang suppressed his anger and whispered: "There is news that Huaize Ghost King and Onmyoji, and the Black Soul Apostle joined forces one after another, and wanted to use them to open the seal of Wuweishan."

The laughter stopped.

After a moment, the voice changed its ridicule and became serious: "He was crazy? He was so cunning, a ghost king who had been living in the world for hundreds of years and became a city god. There is no reason to choose this way of death! He does not lack worship or strength. What exactly does he want to do?"

"How do I know what he wants to do?! How does that guy deal with it? Tell me, I will let you out before I step down!"

Feng Qiang is good at inducing the Tao.

The voice suddenly smiled desolately, with resentment: "Go out? I look like I am not a human, not a ghost, how can I go out? How can I have the attitude to go out!!!"

If someone lies in the crack in the door and peeks in, he will definitely see a thrilling scene.

In front of Feng Qiang was a paper man with a pale face, a pink puff, a red jacket and green pants, and his mouth was bent upwards. Many holes were burned by cigarette butts on his face, which was no different from a honeycomb.

On the wall next to it is a portrait of Nurhaci. This painting was given to Feng Qiang by Qin Kun. In the portrait, Nurhaci was kicked off his horse, sat on the stone with a grass branch in his mouth with a depressed look on his face, and immediately replaced it with an old man with disheveled hair, roaring at Feng Qiang.

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...

The Huaize area is a place where the north and south junctions have always been prosperous.

There are ancient buildings with historical colors and magnificent high-rise buildings. Even the old streets have many modern styles.

There are hundreds of activities of various types in the old street every year. In order to promote the continuous increase in traffic, some activities that young people like will be held.

A large-scale comic exhibition has just come to an end. On the streets in the afternoon, the young people had an expression of unsatisfactory expression on their faces.

The two men dressed in Onmyoji were very handsome, wearing black hats and small fans in their hands, walking on the street. Next to them was a man dressed in a city god. Beside the city god, a monster with eight arms and a disgusting scholar.

"Ah! Onmyoji! So handsome~"

"Let's go, let's take a photo?"

"Huh... I won't go, look at the guys next to them? One City God, two monsters?"

"What's wrong with the monster? It's so cool! Look at the guy with eight arms, just like the game boss. Although the cos is not sure who it is, he must have put in a lot of effort!"

Onmyoji, the City God was walking on the road, and the City God smiled: "Two Onmyoji masters, I wonder what the suggestions I will give next?"

Onmyoji was arrogant and smiled faintly, carrying a not-so-standard Mandarin.

"Huaxia's life and death path has never been the same as my Yamato Onmyoji, but even if I have a grudge against them again, why should I help you? You guys who are everyone who beat you up shouldn't ask Onmyoji to help, right?"

The terrifying scholar, the worm in his mouth squirmed and said to the two: "Oh? Will you be punished if you don't want toast?"

Onmyoji stared at the scholar with a squint eyes, put away his smile, closed his fan, and pointed at his shoulder blade: "Taihua Sanxiu, Master Shikigami, Onmyolia Tianduan Shikigami, please give me advice."

The smell of gunpowder was everywhere, and the three big ghosts, Huaize Ghost King, Eight-Armed Demon, and Gu Xiucai.

The Gu Xiucai's eyes focused into a needle, and he was about to take action when a group of young people suddenly came. Most of the young people looked at the two Onmyoji with expectation and said, "Can you take a photo with you?"

The three of Huaize Ghost Kings were separated. The two Onmyoji looked at Gu Xiucai with a squint, turned their heads and smiled, and nodded.

Some young people who were not happy chose to take a photo of the eight-armed demon and the Gu scholar, holding their arms, and getting cold. At the warning of the Ghost King of Huaize, the two ghosts tried their best to restrain their ghost energy and did not escape.

As for the weird dress of the Ghost King in Huaize, it is rare for people to see this kind of oser dressed in a city god, and it is ignored by everyone.

After the photo was finished, the two Onmyojis discovered that the three big ghosts had left.

...

At night, a hotel apartment.

In the room, an Onmyoji took off his black hat and smiled disdainfully: "Taihuajun, China is such a magical place. Three evil spirits are so devastated that they dare to make a deal with Onmyoji."

Onmyoji named Mishei Tachiha raised his lips and flipped his phone with his fingers. He added a lot of Chinese girls today. He was chatting with a few of them at night and was leaving tomorrow. If he could call out and have fun, it would be a good talk.

Tachihua Sanxiu replied with his fingers quickly, and said to his colleagues: "Mr. Sanmu, you must know that the life and death institutions in China are so chaotic, and naturally they are not as good as our Yin-Yang Lao. It is not surprising that such a strange thing happened to the institutions under control."

Tachiha Mixiu said and snapped her fingers, and a handsome face smiled unconsciously: "Manmu Jun, I may not be back tonight."

Tachiha Mixiu opened the wardrobe and her smile suddenly froze.

A man with blood bleed in his seven orifices stood in the closet, his hair was wet and messy, and his body was filled with stench. It was Sanmujun!

Tachiha Sanxiu turned her head, and the other Miki Jun smiled: "I'm not back? Where are you going?"

...

At this moment, in an underground casino in Huaize, the foreigner wore a thick ring and necklace, which attracted the attention of many high-ranking customers.

"Oh, sorry. I won again."

Wistan smiled and gave his bodyguard a lot of chips, his smile was very disgusting.

The dealer and the casino's darkness had been staring at him for a long time, but he had not paid a thousand. This man was an amazing gambling table master. They looked ugly. Was he sent by his opponent to smash the situation?

"Suspend first, send someone to invite Mr. Hausen."

There was a sound in the dealer's headphones.

The dealer smiled gracefully at Westan: "Dear distinguished guest, I admire your gambling skills. In our casino, there is a gentleman who wants to compete with you for two tricks. I don't know if you win, you can win three times. If you lose, how much should you do."

"Oh? A deal that doesn't lose money? Yes."

Wistan held a cigar in his mouth, revealing his white teeth.

After a while, a blonde old man appeared, with only seven fingers left, but he was graceful and owing toward Westan.

Wistan smiled and was about to place a bet when he suddenly received a call.

"Westan, your evil deeds in Asia are targeted by Japanese Onmyoji. They follow you to China. If you want to live, leave the casino immediately and come to see me in Chenghuang Old Street."
Chapter completed!