Slightly guided by blood, he wrote the word "edict" on the dementor bottle, and his little hand made a handprint, and then slapped a palm on the mouth of the dementor bottle, and in an instant, countless voices sounded, some crying and laughing, some roaring, some cursing, countless voices overlapped together, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

For a while, the ghost cried and howled, and everyone around him changed color, covering their ears with both hands desperately, but it was useless, and there were painful expressions on their faces.

"Get up!" scolded slightly, pointed at the mouth of the soul bottle with his hand and sword, and with a pop, a thumb-sized white cork flew out of the bottle, and was slightly grabbed in his hand, pinched hard, and in less than a moment, a wisp of white powder slipped from Weiwei's palm and dispersed with the wind.

At the same time, countless figures suddenly flew out of the dementor bottle, overlapping and stacking all around.

The ghosts were layered, and the faces of several people around them were pale, and some even sat on the ground and chanted "Allah God the Virgin Mary!"

I don't know how many ghosts there are, in short, they are dense and you can't see the end at a glance, but fortunately, 99.99% of them only stay in the air for a moment, and then turn into a puff of green smoke and fly away.

They came and went faster, and in just a few seconds, there were only thirteen lonely figures left, all of whom were wearing the uniforms of medical university workers, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

"Who are?" Du Kang looked at the thirteen figures, his eyes suddenly widened, and his fingers pointed at a ghost figure standing at the front, "It's him, that headless zombie is him!"

"Don't be nervous, this is just his three souls, the seven souls are refined into the zombie's body, the three souls and seven spirits are incomplete, the spiritual power is low, and there is nothing aggressive. Patted Du Kang on the shoulder slightly, so that he was not surprised, the voice just now scared several policemen around him and almost pulled out their guns on the spot.

"They are all half-soul ghosts now, and they can't be reincarnated if they go to the Yin Division, only after their zombie bodies are refined, the seven spirits can get out of trouble and reunite their souls, you all come here." As he spoke, he took out a blank rune paper from his waist, and with a move in the air, the thirteen half-soul ghosts turned into thirteen streams of green smoke and drilled into the rune paper.

"What about those living souls just now?" Jiao Zhitong also reacted, and hurriedly walked over and asked.

patted Jiao Zhitong on the shoulder slightly, "Old Jiao, don't worry about my errands, those souls have all returned to the body just now, and the rest depends on you, by the way, don't forget my reward," turned his head and glanced at Du Kang, "Let's go too, let's go, let's get it today, I'm tired to death." ”

Du Kang followed Weiwei under the admiring gaze of the police, got into the car and drove away.

In the car, Du Kang leaned on the back of the chair, looked sideways at the ruddy face, and looked slightly like no one, "Sister Chu, is your injury okay?"

"Yes!" Nodding slightly, he patted his chest with his little hand and said, "Little fatty, don't you forget who your sister is, fifteen hundred years of cultivation is blown out?"

"Well, okay, you're awesome!" Du Kang threw himself to the ground with a slight admiration, but his heart was a fierce pout, "If I hadn't carried you down at that time, you would have burped, and you would have cultivated for fifteen hundred years." ”

"By the way, Sister Chu, what do you think Jiao Zhitong will do with this matter? ”

"You can rest assured, Lao Jiao is an expert in this kind of thing, just find a reason for food poisoning, natural gas pipeline leakage, etc., and then invite an expert to come out to decrypt and refute rumors, and completely block related news and posts on the Internet, so it is estimated that it will take less than a week to settle things. ”

"Can it be as easy as you say?"

"Of course, don't forget who we are, the Chinese, the race of seven seconds of memory, what deep hatred, moral bottom line, there are a lot of keyboard warriors, at first it was overwhelming, and after two or three days, people forgot about it. ”

Listening to what Weiwei said, Du Kang thought about it, Du Kang did not deny that he was also among the seven-second memories that Weiwei said, because there are some things in life that need to be forgotten, otherwise moving forward with a heavy load, sooner or later will be crushed, remembering the lessons, not repeating the mistakes of the past is the right way, of course, there are many things that cannot be forgotten, such as national integrity.

It was only a few minutes' drive from the Medical University to the 1314 convenience store, and Weiwei and Du Kang chatted without a word on the road.

"Oh, I'll go, I'm finally home!" When he reached the second floor, Du Kang leaned his ass into the sofa and stretched comfortably.

"Go down, it's dirty!" Weiyi pulled Du Kang's big feet on the coffee table to the side, sat next to Du Kang, and kicked Du Kang to the side with his little feet, "Rely on it, rely on it, make some space for me." ”

Du Kang consciously moved to the side, leaned his head on the armrest of the sofa, and looked at the slight lying on the other end of the sofa, "Sister Chu, are you hungry?"

He rubbed his little belly slightly, tilted his head and looked at Du Kang, "Chubby, are you hungry too?"

"I'm hungry," Du Kang sat up in a hurry, "Sister Chu, whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you!"

"Don't don't, don't be, you're seriously injured today, let's watch my sister make it for you, and let you taste your sister's craftsmanship," Wei jumped up from the sofa, patted Du Kang on the shoulder, pressed him back into the sofa, rubbed a pair of small hands and ran into the kitchen.

Du Kang sat on the sofa and scratched the back of his head, listening to the ping-pong movement in the kitchen, and muttered vigorously in his heart, "My good girl, how can Sister Chu cook like a war?"

Du Kang has rarely been served by others since he was a child, although he always feels a little unsteady in his heart, but he wants to die is a few brain collapses, anyway, he is used to it, so he just lay down, one person occupied the entire sofa, took out his mobile phone and prepared to eat a chicken, don't really say it, don't say that it is in the middle of the night, there are really people playing, just in the kung fu of the drug circle, a slight voice came out in the kitchen, "It's time to eat!"

"Chubby, you have a good mouth today, come on, come on, try my sister's scrambled eggs, hey, and this, fried hairtail, hurry up and eat it, don't just look at it, didn't you still make a fuss about hunger just now?" With a small apron tied in his waist, a spatula in one hand and a frying pan in the other, a small face was blackened by smoke, a pair of big eyes blinking, eyes full of little stars, a look full of anticipation, almost put a note on the door of his head, writing "Praise me for the deliciousness!"

Du Kang sat at the table, holding chopsticks in his hand, looking at the black scrambled eggs burned on the table, and took the chopsticks to pick up something similar to black charcoal, turned his head and asked Weiwei, "Sister Chu, what is this?"

"Fried hairtail, what's wrong, you haven't eaten such a lot of fried hairtail, right?"

"Well, I've eaten it, but it's really the first time I've eaten it so chic. Du Kang looked at the dark dishes that were even more terrible than the cafeteria aunt's cooking, and swallowed hard...