Yanjing, General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation.

Feng Qiang took the document on the table, which was sent by the three investigators of Maoshan, and Maoshan Dan was completed.

Feng Qiang has always been too lazy to pay attention to this kind of thing, even if they refine drugs, as long as they don't harm society, they have nothing to do with themselves. The Tao of Life and Death is the traditional rivers and lakes, and what everyone in it wants is only the status in this circle, as well as the obligation to achieve yin and yang stability, 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 secretive, the General Directorate of Spiritual Investigation will not interfere in all their affairs.

Feng Qiang finished reading the document, and handed another copy in front of him, top secret.

Feng Qiang was stunned, this kind of document had never appeared on his desk, and he heard that the last time a top-secret document appeared was when Wuliu Chuan Gu first entered China.

"Get out."

"Yes."

In this office located on the ground, there were light bulbs hanging from it, and no natural light penetrated, Feng Qiang opened the file bag, and there was only a piece of paper inside, and the words on it seemed to describe the incident in detail, and it was pitiful.

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

"Huaize Ghost King? Hahahaha, that's the most cunning ghost king I've ever seen, Feng Qiang, did you run into him? ”

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

He lit a cigarette and limped to the bookshelf, which was pushed open, and inside was an iron door, with a gossip charm array pasted on the door, and every time the sound appeared in the door, the gossip charm would swell like a wind, almost being pushed off.

"Say what you know, don't make everyone unhappy!"

Feng Qiang walked in with a black face and boxing gloves, and the sound of fists and kicks sounding inside, and the sound was even harsher.

"Say? Did it work? That guy had been under Fang Yantian's nose for so many years, and Yang Shen didn't find anything wrong with him, and at the same time he was extremely cunning, what do you want to know? ”

Feng Qiang stammered.

The sound of smoking was very frequent, inhaling and spitting out, Feng Qiang suppressed the anger and said in a low voice: "There is news that the Huaize Ghost King, the Onmyoji and the Black Soul Apostle have connected one after another, and they want to use them to open the seal of Wuwei Mountain. ”

The laughter stalled.

In a moment, the voice changed from sneering to seriousness: "Is he crazy? Such a cunning ghost king, who has been in the yang world for hundreds of years, and has been a city god, there is no reason to choose this way of death! He has no shortage of offerings, no lack of strength, what does he want to do? ”

"How do I know what he wants to do?! How to deal with that guy? You told me that I would let you out before I left office! ”

Feng Qiang followed the good path.

The voice suddenly laughed desolately, with resentment: "Get out? How can I get out like this when I'm not a human being, a ghost or a ghost? How do you let me get out with a face!! ”

If someone leans on the crack in the door and peeks in, they will definitely see a terrifying scene.

In front of Feng Qiang, there was a paper man, his face was pale, with a puff, red jacket and green pants, his mouth was bent up, and his face was burned by cigarette butts with many holes, no different from honeycomb.

On the wall next to it, there is a portrait of Nurhachi, this painting was given to Feng Qiang by Qin Kun, at this moment, Nurhachi was kicked off the horse, sitting on the stone with a depressed face on the grass branch, and immediately replaced it with an old man with a disheveled hair, roaring at Feng Qiang.

……

……

The Huaize area, the place where the north and the south meet, has always been prosperous.

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

There are hundreds of activities of various kinds in Lao Cai every year, and in order to promote the continuous growth of foot traffic, some activities that young people like will be held.

A large-scale comic exhibition has just come to an end, and on the streets in the afternoon, the young people have unfinished looks on their faces.

The two men dressed as onmyoji are very handsome, wearing black hats, holding small fans, walking on the street, next to the two is a person dressed as a city god, next to the city god, followed by an eight-arm monster, and a disgusting-looking Xiucai.

"Yikes! Onmyoji! It's so handsome~"

"Let's go, let's go take a picture, shall we?"

"Huh...... I'm not going, what do you see those guys next to them? One city god, two monsters? ”

"What's wrong with the monster, that's cool! Look at the guy with eight arms, just like the game boss, although COS doesn't know who it is, he must have put in a lot of effort! ”

Onmyoji and Chenghuang walked on the road, and the Chenghuang accompanied him with a smiling face: "Two Onmyoji, I don't know what the suggestion is below?" ”

Onmyoji was swaggering, smiling faintly, with not-so-standard Mandarin.

"Huaxia's life and death path has always been wrong with my Yamato Onmyoji, but even if I have a grudge against them again, why should I help you? Characters like you who are shouted and beaten by everyone, shouldn't you ask Yin Yang Liao to help, right? ”

Xiucai, who had a terrifying face, squirmed with Gu worms in his mouth, and said to the two: "Oh? Toast without eating and drinking? ”

The Onmyoji squinted at that Xiucai, put it away with a light smile, closed the small fan, and nodded at his shoulder blade: "Tachibana Sanxiu, Yin Yang Liao Tianduan-style God Mage, please give me advice." ”

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

Gu Xiucai's eyes focused into needles, and he was about to make a move, when suddenly a group of young people walked over, and most of the young people looked at the two onmyoji with an expectant look on their faces and said, "Can I take a photo with you?" ”

The three of Huaize Ghost Kings were separated, and the two onmyoji squinted at Gu Xiucai, turned their heads and smiled, and nodded.

Some of the young people who are not harsh chose the eight-armed demon and Gu Xiucai to take a group photo, holding their arms, and starting to be cold, the two ghosts tried their best to restrain their ghost qi under the signal of the Huaize Ghost King, and did not escape.

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

After the group photo, the two onmyoji found that the three big ghosts had gone.

……

In the evening, a hotel apartment.

In the room, an onmyoji took off his black hat and smiled disdainfully: "Tachibana-kun, Huaxia is really a magical place, three evil mourners, and they dare to make a deal with the onmyoji." ”

The onmyoji named Tachibana Sanxiu raised the corners of his mouth, and his fingers flipped through the mobile phone, adding a lot of Chinese girls today, and he was chatting with a few at night, and he was leaving tomorrow, if he could call it out and be happy, it would be a beautiful talk.

Tachibana Sanxiu's fingers quickly replied to the message, and at the same time said to his colleagues: "Miki-kun, you must know that the life and death Dao institutions in Huaxia can be chaotic, and naturally they are not as good as our Yin Yang Liao." It is not surprising that the institutions under the control of the organization have such strange things as today. ”

Tachibana Mihide snapped her fingers as she spoke, and a smile appeared on her handsome face unconsciously: "Miki-kun, I may not come back tonight." ”

Tachibana Mitsuhide opened the closet, and his smile suddenly froze.

A bleeding man stood in the closet, his hair wet and messy, and his body smelled of foul odor - it was Miki-kun!

Tachibana Mihide turned his head, and the other Miki-kun smiled: "Not coming back?" Where are you going? ”

……

At this moment, in an underground casino in Huaize, the foreigner was wearing a thick ring and necklace, which attracted the attention of many high rollers.

"Oh, sorry. I won again. ”

Westan smiled and rewarded his bodyguard with a large amount of chips, and his smile was very hateful.

The dealer and the casino have been staring at him for a long time, not a thousand, this man is a great table master, their face is ugly, is he sent by the opponent to smash the field?

"Pause for a moment and send someone to Mr. Hausen."

Dimming and the sound appeared in the dealer's headphones.

The dealer smiled gracefully at Westin: "Dear guest, I admire your gambling skills. In our casino, there is a gentleman who wants to play a trick with you, but I don't know if it is possible? If you win, you can win three times, and if you lose, how much or how much. ”

"Oh? A trade without losing money? OK. ”

Westin sucked a cigar in his mouth, baring his white teeth.

After a while, a blonde old man appeared, with only seven fingers left, but he was graceful, and he owed to Westein.

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

"Westin, your evil deeds in Asia are targeted by the Japanese Onmyoji, they followed you to Huaxia, if you want to live, leave the casino immediately and come to see me in Chenghuang Old Street."

Westin was stunned, his expression in disbelief.