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At night.

Light and bright.

The steaming mist enveloped Huaifeng City, and the locust trees looked bright and shadowy under the moon.

Big red lanterns hung high illuminate the streets.

Exploring further, the Huaihe River passing by the county town is full of floating boats, surrounding the building boats.

The sparkling water reflects the light.

The scent of the red sleeves on the tall building almost penetrated into his heart and lungs. When people walked past, their eyes were full of lingering lingering.

The policeman holding a knife and cracking melon seeds complained: "Boss, haven't we already taken care of it? Why are we still patrolling tonight? Those two groups of brothers should be enough."

"Don't complain, this matter is decided by the class leader."

"Besides, there is money to be made for patrolling, so why not do it?"

The detective holding the long knife spoke normally, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the crowd in front.

"Boss, what are you looking at, so fascinated?"

"Hey, isn't that the Chief Constable!" The policeman holding the knife was stunned for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, the Chief Constable he was talking about had disappeared into the crowd.

"Boss, we..."

"Do your duty well. How many experts are you, and you still want to get involved in the chief arrest's affairs?" The police officer holding the knife scolded him without saying anything more.

The young policeman who was eating melon seeds suddenly fell down.

How high? Not yet popular.

…

Crunch.

The sudden turning sound of the door shaft was particularly harsh, and I didn't know what was outside the door. I only saw a small gap in the wooden door, and then there was no movement.

In the wing, the well-drunk young man was sleeping soundly and seemed unaware of the movement at the door.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe the thing at the door lost its patience, or maybe it realized that no one had noticed it.

The crack in the wooden door gradually widened, and the bright moonlight squeezed in through the crack.

At the same time, there was also a rickety shadow that squeezed in.

He tentatively stretched out his feet and reached into the door. The people in the room still didn't notice, which immediately made this thing bolder.

He crept over and finally stood in front of the bed, quietly watching the sleeping young man.

The thing lowered its head, and finally saw some of its face under the moonlight. The pale face was covered with heavy dark circles, and the scarlet eyes were covered by scattered hair. It stretched out its hand, revealing long and sharp nails.

Stretching towards the sleeping young man on the bed.

"snort!"

Only a cold snort was heard, hitting the ghost's head like a heavy hammer.

Immediately the ghost collapsed to the ground.

His eyes protruded outward, like a fish that was about to suffocate when it landed on the shore. He was breathing heavily, and a pair of ghost hands pinched his neck in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

The caster is naturally Tushanjun who lives upstairs.

Of course, it can't be said to be casting a spell, it's just a small amount of spiritual pressure.

For these lonely ghosts who find it difficult to even advance to the next level, just a hint of Tushanjun's consciousness is like a mountain of mountains pressing down on them, giving them no chance to breathe at all.

"Uh-huh!"

The ghostly noise woke up the young man on the bed.

He suddenly pulled out the long knife hanging on the bedside, and then jumped off the bed. He was about to chop at the thing in front of him, but he couldn't help but froze in place.

The thing in front of me that exudes a cold aura is clearly a ghost.

But it seemed too weird.

This ghost actually collapsed on the ground and pinched his neck.

Even though the scene was weird, Zhou Qiang was still frightened and his back felt cold. Suddenly, an evil ghost came into his room.

If this ghost hadn't gotten sick, he might have been the one who fell here.

"Excuse me..."

"Huh?"

Tushanjun upstairs let out a sigh, this ghost's sanity was well preserved and he could even shout for help.

But this makes sense, there are many fairies in the mountains and rivers, and there are many ghosts in the world.

What this means is that because mountains and rivers have more spiritual energy, it is easier to raise monsters. Many spiritual creatures absorb the spiritual energy and begin to practice superficially, such as the Pig Po Dragon and the Bear.

In the secular world, because there are many emotions and six desires gathered together, it is easy for ghosts to breed. Many people have deep obsessions after death, which will turn their souls into evil ghosts. It is even more common for those who were tortured to death to turn into evil ghosts.

However, evil spirits are mostly affected by negative emotions and are more like beasts than humans.

Of course, if the monks use magic to help suppress those negative chaotic emotions, it can also help them regain their composure.

Although it was a bit strange, Tushanjun did not delve into it.

Now that he had encountered this incident, he naturally would not stand by and watch the Zhou family's son being killed.

Just as he was about to unfold the soul flags to collect the evil spirits, a strong wind suddenly blew.

Wow!

The two doors in front of Zhou Qiang suddenly opened, and a figure walked into the wing in the moonlight.

"Brother Han!" Zhou Qiang looked at the person who walked in in surprise.

The man smiled and nodded at Zhou Qiang.

Then with a casual move, a token flew out from the pocket of the police uniform hanging on the hanger and landed in his hand.

He raised his hands and said loudly: "Master He Fang casts a spell, can you let my men go first?"

After he finished speaking, the ghost beside him immediately let go of his hands and gasped like a living person.

He quickly stood up and flew into a triangular talisman paper.

Sui Er.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

That person knew that it was probably the person who cast the spell who was coming.

Zhou Qiang was already confused, and now he was even more confused. He could only follow his boss, hoping that he could straighten things out.

…

The oil lamp in the main hall of the inn was lit.

Three lamps illuminate the main hall clearly.

Zhou Qiang also saw people coming down the stairs at this time.

Wearing a black Taoist robe, her hair was tied up casually with a hosta, and her face looked cold at first glance.

"Master Taoist, you're polite. I'm the chief arrester of Huaifeng County, 'Han An'. I don't know if I have any advice." Han An bowed his hands in salute, but he held the secret in his hand and raised it to the bridge of his nose.

The atmosphere solidified.

Han An had beads of sweat on his forehead and felt uneasy.

If he hadn't seen the other party calmly walking out of the building, Han An might have turned around and ran away.

He couldn't help but be so wary.

Zhou Qiang couldn't see it, but the moment he met him, he used his spiritual eyes to peek at the black-robed Taoist in front of him.

With just one glance, it was like facing the deep darkness, with countless resentful ghosts howling and crying.

Even the darkness is still spreading, these are just the appearances he sees.

He could feel that there must be something more terrifying inside.

The person in front of me is either a high-level demon cultivator or the reincarnated ghost king.

There is a ghost world around the body. Anyone who dares to peek will be dragged in by the ghosts in the ghost world.

No matter which one it is, it is not something that a novice like him who has just started practicing can afford to offend.

Apart from being horrified, I couldn't help but wonder why such a terrifying existence appeared in Huaifeng.

As soon as the thought appeared in his mind, he quickly drove it away.

If you lose half your life with just one look, wouldn't it mean you're going to die if you get involved again?

He quickly calmed down and waited for the black-robed Taoist's answer.

"The brat you raised?"

Han An hesitated for a moment, but still answered: "Yes, I asked him to come and take away the fallen token. I didn't expect him to disturb Taoist Chief Qingxiu."

"Oh, it's my fault. Brother, you said you would give it to me for protection, but I was so excited about killing goblins that I forgot to give it back to you."

When Zhou Qiang heard this, he suddenly remembered.

At that time, Brother Han did say that the token helped him save his life and that he would take it back later.

He was so excited that he forgot to return the token. Unexpectedly, Brother Han sent a ghost to get the token.

Then, he provoked the black-robed Taoist.

"Misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding."

Listening to Zhou Qiang's shouting, Tushanjun's expression remained unchanged but slightly helpless.

He took action because he saw the ghost touching the edge of Zhou Qiang's bed. At that time, he couldn't care less about whether the evil ghost was looking for something or someone to harm.

To be honest, this body still limits his strength, and he can only use his abilities in the later stage of Qi training.

Since it's a misunderstanding, that's fine.

Tu Shanjun happened to come into contact with this Xiantian following this incident. Now he saw that Xiantian was clearly a Qi practitioner.

His cultivation level is not very high, he is only at the second level of Qi training.

The power composition on his body is quite complicated, and there are some powers that even Tushanjun has never seen before.

Serve imps and draw talismans.

That token is also suspicious.

It seems that Huaifeng's headhunting is not simple either.

"Does the Taoist priest come to Huaifeng to look for someone or does he need help with something?"

"Looking for a destined person." Just leaving these words, Tu Shanjun walked down the stairs to the second floor.

People also saw it by mistake, so you can't just put the soul flag into the other person's hand and tell him to pick up this magic weapon.

Anyone would be suspicious of this, and even be wary of it.

Just as Tu Shanjun said, he is looking for a destined person.

Halfway through, he paused, tilted his head and looked at Han An in the main hall and asked, "Do you want to become my disciple?"

Han An flashed in surprise and hurriedly saluted: "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your kindness..."

"Oh, forget it."

Tushanjun just has the mentality of making two shots if there are dates but no dates.

In fact, he already knew that even if he asked the other party, the other party might not agree.

The reason is that it is still too suspicious.

Moreover, there is no crisis of obsession, so it is naturally impossible for him to become a doctor indiscriminately.

Tushanjun was not in a hurry.

After crossing the golden elixir realm, Tu Shanjun was more interested in understanding his own way and realm, and was not so eager to find the banner master.

There won't be any powerful monks in a small place, so there will inevitably be some slack.

If you really can't meet one, then cultivate one yourself. With so many refugees, there will always be seedlings with spiritual roots.

Seeing Tu Shanjun go upstairs, Han An in the main hall of the inn let out a sigh of relief.

"Brother Han, is that Taoist priest an expert?" Zhou Qiang looked at the stairs and then at Han An.

"pretty close."

"It's okay, don't think too much, we won't have much interaction with him." Han An said with relief, explained a few more words, and then left.

Zhou Qiang actually wanted to ask about raising a kid, but in the end he swallowed his words.

It's not that he doesn't understand anything. The boss will naturally tell him this kind of thing when he talks about it. Otherwise, even if he asks it himself, he won't get the result.

…

Tushanjun, who returned to the wing, frowned.

Could it be that he has been alone for a long time and cannot communicate with others?