Fang Yuan's brows furrowed, and his tired cheeks flickered impatiently.

The secrets of the Black Altar cannot be revealed.

So, he hated being disturbed.

"Who?"

He opened the door slowly, his face calm.

Even the heavily armed police officers in front of them were unmoved and turned a blind eye.

100,000 years of guarding the years, experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

His mind has long been as tough as iron, and he is not burdened by external objects.

"Sir, we are the staff who conduct the census, and we hope that you will cooperate with the registration!"

Li Mengjun held the camera and walked over cautiously.

However, the moment she saw Fang Yuan's eyes, she was instantly stunned.

What kind of eyes are they?

Cold, sharp, silent.

Weathered and exhausted.

At this moment, she seemed to see a veteran who had just returned from the battlefield.

Scarred and bloody!

However, the other party is obviously only twenty years old!

She shuddered, and her heart trembled.

Fang Yuan, on the other hand, frowned, completely unclear about what the census was.

"Sir, please show your ID!"

Li Mengjun reminded him, his lips clenched.

"I didn't!"

Fang Yuan replied indifferently, crisply and neatly.

For 100,000 years, he would occasionally change identities in order to conceal the Black Altar.

But in the past few years, the rift in time and space has been turbulent.

He didn't bother to bother with the minutiae.

Hearing this, several policemen were stunned for a moment, they didn't expect the black account to be so reasonable.

However, just now they used a miniature camera to compare the system again.

Still, there is no such person!

The police officers glanced at each other, felt the cold aura in the haunted house, and became more and more vigilant.

And Li Mengjun also said cautiously: "Sir, I don't know what you call it?"

She handed over the electronic version of the registration, and Fang Yuan also wrote his name on it.

Ancient seal, traditional Chinese.

Li Mengjun was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

"Fang Yuan, I don't know how old Mr. Fang is this year!"

"One hundred thousand...... years old!"

Fang Yuan's eyes showed a thoughtful look, and he was stunned.

However, his answer made everyone stunned for a moment and looked at each other.

100,000 years old?Wang Ba can't live like this, right?

Is this teasing them?

Li Mengjun frowned, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Sir, the census is a serious matter, and I hope you don't joke with us. ”

"I don't have time to joke with you!"

Fang Yuan's eyes were indifferent, and he had lost interest in talking.

"You still have three more questions, let's leave after asking!"

"You!"

Li Mengjun's face was ugly, he didn't expect the interviewer's attitude to be so bad.

However, the other party is so tough, which shows that there is indeed something unsightly in this haunted house!

She became more and more careful, her body tense.

"Sir, when did you come to this haunted house. ”

"Three years ago. ”

"And what are you doing here?"

Li Mengjun asked nervously, and the reporters behind him also had blazing eyes!

"Guard!"

Fang Yuan's words were concise and to the point, and a cold air burst out from his eyes.

Just now, he felt the space-time rift above the altar tremble.

It seems that there are ghosts and strange beasts smashing into the abyss and jumping to try.

Goalkeeper?

The haunted house has long been deserted, what door to guard?

Where is the door to be guarded?

Li Mengjun was puzzled, but for some reason, he felt a cold feeling in his body.

Faintly uneasy.

"You have one last question!"

Fang Yuan's face was expressionless, ready to pull out the Soul Shattering Knife.

Li Mengjun, on the other hand, bit his lips tightly and took a step forward gently, cautiously.

"Sir, we have received a report that there are screams coming from the haunted house where you live now, and there is a strange smell of rot, we want to go in and have a look!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Mengjun's body instantly tensed, staring at Fang Yuan, not letting go of the slightest expression of the other party.

Behind him, several policemen were even more eye-catching, ready to go.

Always ready to get straight to the hands.

This is the biggest purpose of their visit.

The previous questions were all paving the way for the present.

In any case, they must enter the haunted house today and investigate everything.

Fang Yuan's eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice was indifferent.

"Do you have a search warrant?"

"Yes, everything is well documented!"

A policeman took out a certificate and put it in front of Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan looked at all this, his eyes flickering, hesitating.

He and these officials are here to protect.

One guards mankind and the other protects the people.

As a last resort, he did not want to clash with the other party.

However, the secrets of the Black Altar must not be revealed.

Fang Yuan hesitated, but at this moment, Li Mengjun quietly took off the pinhole camera and probed towards the haunted house.

What happened in the haunted house?

What exactly is the other party hiding?

This layer of fog must be lifted by her own hands.

Soon, the camera peeks in.

However, when Li Mengjun looked at the moment.

His eyes were splitting and his face was pale.

A pair of beautiful eyes shrank like needles, and they were terrified.