God, this thing came to the foot of the Himalayas without realizing it.

Faintly, he saw a majestic snow-capped peak connected to the heavens.

"Is that Mount Everest?"

The driver scolded: "You saw it all, and you still asked?" ”

"I'm sorry, I can't explain, by the way, how much money did I promise to give you?"

"Three thousand!"

Qu Xuefeng smiled: "Okay, I really don't have any money on me, I can borrow a phone to use it, and I'll ask a friend to transfer it to you." ”

The driver was suspicious, but gave him the phone anyway.

Ten minutes later, the driver's account was 3,000 yuan more, this time, the driver was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, you're a strange person, so I can't even react, and I thought I had a nervous disorder." ”

"It's okay, let me ask, I heard that there is a cultivator sect in the Himalayas that cultivates dark spiritual power, is it really fake?"

The driver's eyes widened and he did not dare to speak.

In the end, he said: "Boss, you better get out of the car, you ask someone else, don't ask me, if you ask again, it will turn me into a madman." '

As the two were talking, the vehicle drove into a place like a service area, where there were shops, restaurants, kiosks, gas stations...

"What is this place?"

"This is the No. 9 supply station, boss, I'll send you here, don't ask, I'm scared of you asking, goodbye."

The driver couldn't help but say that Qu Xuefeng asked him to get out of the car.

Qu Xuefeng didn't blame him, when Qin Zhen controlled his brain, he didn't know what to ask, look at the calendar, the time has passed six days, which is basically the same as the time of that mysterious space, that is to say, in reality, after the truck took him from Shanghai to Tibet, it ran for a total of six days, just now, Chen Xiaopao didn't believe his ears after receiving a call from Qu Xuefeng.

Qu Xuefeng stayed at Supply Depot No. 9 for two days until a special car came to pick him up.

Three days later, Qu Xuefeng returned to the Warcraft Administration.

Zhang Debiao immediately called Qu Xuefeng to the office.

"Are you saying that Qin Zhen took control of your brain, and you killed him in the space that Qin Zhen created, and then you got out?"

"That's right, that's it, if I hadn't killed Qin Zhen in the space, I'm afraid I wouldn't recognize you in the future."

Zhang Debiao touched the cold sweat on his head: "It's too hanging, this is, could it be that a dark spiritual power cultivator really has such a technique, which can control other people's brains and create space?" ”

"This, you ask me, I don't know, anyway, it's scary to think about."

Zhang Debiao nodded and said, "It seems that I have to report this matter." ”

Qu Xuefeng: "Don't worry, if you report it like this, who will believe you?" “

Zhang Debiao nodded again: "What I said is, find an opportunity to send someone to the Himalayas to see what is going on." “