Wang Fan was very busy, he was in the morgue of the Public Security Bureau at this time.

Here, Dong Ershao's body was still lying there, pale and without any signs of life.

The last time Wang Yang found Dong Ershao's body in the police station, he was directly sent back to the morgue, and that Wang Ling died of poisoning soon after, and was quickly cremated, and there seems to be no more such person in this world.

But at this time, Wang Fan was trying to resurrect Dong Ershao with a wishful needle, of course, the soul in his body was replaced by another person, that is, Chen Ziqiang.

Chen Ziqiang also borrowed the corpse to return the soul, but because Wang Fan used the Ruyi needle to help him stabilize the soul, so that the relationship between the corpse and the soul will become very tacit, and there will be no rejection and no corpse poison.

Wang Fan's eyes didn't blink, he looked at where Chen Ziqiang was lying, and then saw that Dong Ershao's body began to change, that kind of subtle change seemed to be repelling Chen Ziqiang, which was not a good phenomenon.

"Go!"

The Ruyi needle in Wang Fan's hand suddenly pierced Dong Ershao's heart, and the corpse qi that originally began to emanate from his heart was quickly sealed.

This corpse is slowly changing, and Chen Ziqiang's soul is trying to merge into this body little by little.

"Don't rush, take your time, do you feel your arm?"

Wang Fan could see that Chen Ziqiang's hands had become one with Dong Ershao's corpse, and he pinched Dong Ershao's corpse with his hand, and then asked Chen Ziqiang if he felt it.

Chen Ziqiang is Wang Fan's ghost, and there are many ghosts under his hands that can be driven by him, and his soul is also very strong at this time.

After Wang Fan got the Ruyi Needle, he once asked Chen Ziqiang's opinion, whether he was willing to continue to be a ghost or become a human?

To his surprise, Chen Ziqiang still wanted to become a human, and he also chose Dong Ershao's corpse.

Without much thought, Wang Fan discussed with Wang Yang, and directly tried to borrow Dong Ershao's corpse to let Chen Ziqiang borrow the corpse to return his soul, by the way, to see if the effect of this wishful needle is so good?

Time passed quietly, and sweat began to come out of Wang Fan's head, because the Ruyi needle inserted in Dong Ershao's chest began to show signs of loosening, and he felt like he was running out.

Wang Fan didn't dare to be careless, so he used the yin and yang qi in his body to condense on this wishful needle, and violently inserted the needle into Dong Ershao's heart.

This method of using the power of yin and yang is also a skill that Wang Fan learned from the Ruyi needle record, which is called exorcism.

It's just that Wang Fan has just come into contact with this thing, and he is not flexible when he uses it for the first time.

Wang Fan, who was really at the critical moment, didn't know that Dong Tao had joined forces with Huang Miaoxian and began to steal his auction house.

"Take it, take everything here, and not a single one left!"

Dong Tao shouted loudly, it was not the first time he had done such a thing, but at this time he was extremely excited, Changtai was regarded as the safest underground warehouse, it was like a fart in his eyes, nothing was counted.

There are quite a few people he brought in today, and in ten minutes, they will move this place clean like rats, leaving nothing behind.

And as long as he does this vote, these tens of billions of dollars are enough for him to build another subordinate of his own, and as long as he gets eternal life, his wealth will be amazing!

No one is disgusted with too much money!

Zimo didn't speak, he also followed his master to rob the house a long time ago, but now the master is not short of money, his money is too much to use, why do you still do this, sneaking into someone's warehouse like a thief.

Doesn't he know that taking out one random thing here is enough to bankrupt some people?

This is the thief, the master he has always admired, when did it become like this, could it be that the old woman was really his mother, and his father was really killed by the master with a wishful needle?

Thinking of this, Zimo shuddered.

All this fell into Mo Yu's eyes, he didn't make a move, he just kept raising his eyes to look around, although it was night, but the surrounding area was full of ghosts, only suitable for placing these antiques, not suitable for people to stay inside.

If you stay here for a long time, you will get sick!

"Oops, who hit me!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, and covered his face all of a sudden, he was one of Dong Tao's subordinates, and just now he felt someone slap him, but there was no one beside him.

Even if it is a companion, it is far away from him, at least two or three meters away, and it is impossible to slap him!

"Look, his face, his face!"

Someone exclaimed, and Zimo saw that a blood-red slap print appeared on the face of the person who shouted.

The blood-red slap print, the five fingers are very clear, and his face is already swollen, it looks like someone gave him a heavy slap just now, but there are obviously no outsiders here.

"Be careful, there are enemies!"

Dong Tao stood up suddenly, and he remembered Wang Fan who suddenly disappeared.

Can he disappear suddenly, can he also pop up suddenly?

Unfortunately, things were not at all as they imagined, because no one came out next, but someone was beaten on their bodies or faces, and some were afraid that the antiques in their hands would be broken, so they hurriedly put the antiques aside.

Be on alert, what is it and where will it come from?

Zimo also felt that something was wrong, he only felt that there was a cold wind coming, he had a bias, he was not hit in the face, but his shoulder was slapped hard, and he only felt pain to the bones.

Zimo didn't shout, but the expression on his face betrayed him, he was injured!

At this point, quite a few people have already been attacked, or do they not know what is going on?

Only that Mo Yu was not in a hurry, he said something in his mouth, and then stretched out his middle finger, gestured in the palm of his left hand, drew a charm, and then slapped it into the air.

His slap was full of golden light, and as the slap fell, a human shadow suddenly appeared in the air.

It was a soldier wearing ancient armor, looking at them with some horror at this time, wondering how he could be beaten by the ink jade to reveal his original form?

"There are thousand-year-old ghosts in this basement, everyone be careful, put down those antiques now, and then form a circle, otherwise there is only a dead end!"

Mo Yu also knew the art of yin and yang, and he immediately shouted, because this basement made him feel worse and worse.

There are no people here, but there are ghosts!

Or is it that kind of thousand-year-old ghost, the owner of this auction house actually raises ghosts? Guarding this basement for him, this is really awesome!

(End of chapter)