"Level 14 Philosophy Department, Guo Feng."

"Yes! You can really see me! That's great! ”

Guo Feng was ecstatic, his expression was exaggerated like a child, and he danced in the air, as if he had won a jackpot of 10 million.

"I still have some business, what do you have to do?"

Yang Muqing's expression was as usual, there was no fear of seeing ghosts, no joy of hunting, only ordinary indifference.

"Can you help me find someone? Well, it's a dead man, I thought I could find him if I was in a near-death state, but I've been around for a long time, and there is no such thing as him here, so I really don't know where to find him......"

"I can try, you try to survive first, and then come to me."

Yang Muqing raised his right hand, and his palm was sealed, injecting a wisp of divine consciousness between Guo Feng's eyebrows about the information communicated by the Asking Spirit.

"But I don't want to live!"

Guo Feng didn't appreciate it very much, frowned and shouted, bent his forehead, and wanted to extract that wisp of divine consciousness, but Yang Muqing's technique was too clever, and that wisp of divine consciousness stubbornly stayed in his mind, and even made him have a false memory that he had been to the Soul Asking Institute.

"Live first. If you want to die, you can do it at any time. ”

Yang Muqing didn't mean to talk nonsense with him, and after saying this, he left directly, as if treating him as a ball of air.

And the warm yellow phantom behind him, holding his head and bending his knees, seemed to be going through a very painful struggle.

The idea of life and death, what is terrible is not to make a choice between the two, but to give you another chance to choose after you have made a choice.

If you choose to "live" this time, it is a direct negation and indirect irony of your own death decision in the first place.

If you choose to "die" this time, it will already take great courage to kill yourself once, and it will be more desperate to kill twice in a row.

Yang Muqing did not go downstairs smoothly.

Locking the door back to its original shape, he was halfway down the stairs when he was stopped by a man in a black robe, his face was tightly covered by the brim of his black hat, and he could only be judged by his size to be a thin adult male.

Yang Muqing instantly unconsciously entered the stress battle mode, the aura emitted by this person made him feel very strange and dangerous, not a person from the Yang Realm, nor a ghost of the Netherworld, what is it?

Today I probably didn't go out to look at the yellow calendar, but I encountered some strange things, Yang Muqing thought about it for a while, but then immediately laughed at himself: I grew up, did I encounter strange things?

"Looking for me?"

Yang Muqing didn't feel that the person in front of him just accidentally blocked his way, and the word naïve had long been insulated from him.

"Don't interfere with other people's lives and deaths easily, you can't afford the consequences."

The black-robed man's voice seemed to come from an iron urn, with a loud echo, and it sounded a little distant in a trance.

"What are you referring to?"

"You know in your heart that you've always wanted to do something."

The black-robed man confronted him quietly like this, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and exuding an unusually cold aura around his body.

"Don't worry about it, this is the door rule of Wuyimen, I can't disobey it."

Yang Muqing replied with a straight look, regardless of whether the other party knew about the not very famous Wuyimen, besides, there was really no need to explain too much.

"This is the only warning, and you will not be polite next time."

The black-robed man obviously understood Yang Muqing's words, but he didn't say anything about it, and disappeared immediately after leaving such a sentence.

Disappeared so completely and quickly that Yang Muqing couldn't even judge the direction of his departure.

If it is an enemy, it will be a very tricky character, Yang Muqing frowned, muttering to himself in his heart.

Who the hell is this person? Who is he here for?

Could it be that he is Xu Xiaoru's spellcaster? Appeared for a demonstration?

After thinking for a long time, it was really a little uneasy, Yang Muqing took out his mobile phone and dialed Bodhizi's number.

Doodoooooo –

Unable to connect.

Phew, since there is no one who can answer his doubts now, he can only wait and see what happens.

It took Yang Muqing nearly two hours to find the address given by Murong Cao, a building that was about to be demolished in the old city with a very winding road.

At the entrance to the building stood a familiar figure.

"Ah, why are you here?"

Yang Muqing was a little surprised, after all, Murong Cao didn't say that he would come over.

"It's not because I think you can't do it alone."

Murong Cao's smiling face was a little proud, and when Yang Muqing approached, he grabbed his arm and walked in, with a natural expression.

"What will we do later?"

Yang Muqing's nerves did not relax because of this, but fell into a kind of tension that he couldn't explain.

"Don't you have an invisibility charm? We just need to observe him from the sidelines, and if we can't force the questioning, I can try hypnosis. ”

"Huh? That's it? ”

This time, Murong Cao's battle plan was so simple and crude that Yang Muqing felt a little unbelievable, shouldn't he stage a bloody drama in Hong Kong and Taiwan to live up to Murong Cao's natural acting talent?

"You can walk in a straight line, so why bother going around a few more unnecessary circles?"

Murong Cao tugged at his ears unusually easily, pretending to be angry.

"Or are you going to continue to lie to me about the Invisibility Talisman?"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

Yang Muqing repeatedly told him to forgive, although Murong Cao's attack was not heavy.

The elevator stopped, I don't know if it was broken or forced to stop by the developer, so I had to take the stairs, fortunately, it was the sixth floor, not a high-rise.

This is an old building, and the stairwell is piled up with a lot of clutter, broken electrical appliances, dilapidated furniture, and a few old bicycles parked with a lot of rusty spots, and a lot of cobwebs.

The dark corridor made Murong Cao unconsciously tighten Yang Muqing's sleeves, not because he was afraid, but because he reacted subconsciously.

Then she saw Yang Muqing suddenly stop on the third floor, and looked up at the ventilation window in the high place.

"What's wrong?"

An ominous pre-cold came to her mind.

"Do you really want me to say it?"

Yang Muqing's face didn't seem to be so upright and gentlemanly at this time, but a little more ruffian.

"Don't talk about pulling down ......"

Murong Cao hurriedly intercepted the conversation, she didn't want to ask for abuse, this is an old building, and it is not surprising that a few people died.

"There's a hanged man with his feet right above your head."

Yang Muqing's tone was tepid, like telling someone that there was a leaf in their hair.

"Out of sight, out of ......"

Murong Cao glanced at him, and then hurriedly brushed his psychological hints, otherwise he really wouldn't have the courage to continue moving forward.

Is this still the Yang Muqing I know? How do you feel like Li is possessed?

No, it's not Li Hang, Li Hang, a coward who talks about ghosts, won't scare himself with such a stalk.

"I'm not scaring you, I'm just telling you the truth, I just warned it, tell it not to hit you."

Yang Muqing felt very innocent, he really just wanted to satisfy Murong Cao's abundant curiosity.