"Let's not go, let's look around and see if we can find any trace of the immortals."

"Immortals, is it real, maybe it's a superpower?" A letter on the side.

"Superpowers? Look for that, and maybe you will have unexpected gains. The middle-aged man at the head said.

On the other side, Wang Gan, who came up from the lake, rose into the air, flew across the air, and in an instant, he came to the peak of a nearby high mountain, and then sat cross-legged and used his mana.

There seemed to be an anomalous force in his body affecting him, and this power was violent, the power absorbed from the iron stone.

"Heavenly Book" can absorb that power without any burden without being affected, but he is absorbing this power but it is affected.

The method of refining qi silently, secretly reciting the "Great Cave Sutra",

There was a faint red glow outside his body, like a floating flame.

Wang Qian, who closed his eyes and concentrated on cultivation, "saw" a fire that fell from the sky, and instantly tore apart and destroyed everything around him.

Destroying and burning, that power is mixed with a "negative" force, like an evil fire, eroding his will, affecting his emotions and consciousness.

Wang Gan's own mana was like flowing water, washing over and over again, extinguishing this "flame", turning it into pure true yuan mana, refining it into his own power.

This process is simple, but it is a water mill to do, and it takes two days for Wang Qian to sit on the top of the mountain peak.

Qucheng hundreds of miles away,

Han ** listened to his subordinates' report and frowned.

"The deceased in Dongchen Community is called Wang Bin, and at twelve o'clock that night, that is, more than four hours after his death, a colleague on duty found this Wang Bin driving out of the city when he checked the vehicles at the Xicheng exit checkpoint."

"Are you sure it's him?"

"The colleagues on duty have repeatedly confirmed that it is him."

A man, a faceless dead man, actually drove out of the city more than four hours after his death, and the problem was that his body was still lying in the morgue in the hospital. It's incredible.

"Director, do you think it's possible that someone tore off his face, made a disguised mask, and then impersonated him out of the city?" The subordinate who reported on the side said cautiously.

"What about the vehicle information, is it Wang Bin's car?"

"No, the owner of the car is another man named Li Fuyong, who is currently missing."

"Lost?"

"Yes, his family said they hadn't seen him home since the night of the accident, well, we suspect he was killed too!"

"Where is the car now?"

"According to our inspection of the surveillance along the way, this car should have gone to Jeseong, and we have notified Jeseong to assist us in our investigation."

"Very good, let me know as soon as there is news."

"Yes."

Hundreds of kilometers away in Jeseong, the sky is a little overcast, and the sky is still raining lightly.

A man with a somewhat pale face stood outside the Qizhou Museum.

"This is it."

In the drizzling rain, he entered the museum alone.

There aren't many people in the museum on weekdays, but today there are even fewer people on a rainy day.

The museum is lit up, and there are all kinds of cultural relics, some of which are real objects, and some of which are highly imitation, because some of them are too precious to be displayed outside.

The man came to a painting and paused for a long time, staring at it.

The painting is a little weird, it doesn't look like a whole picture, but half of it, the painting shows a person, only the upper body, a peculiar robe, the robe is embroidered with what seems to be a snake, but he has no facial features, and the face in the painting is blank.

"It's really here!"

Hey, hey, hahaha, the man looked at the painting and suddenly laughed. The body of the laughing trembled nonstop, and at first it was a little suppressed, but then it laughed directly and unbridledly, which directly attracted the staff.

"What's so funny about a painting, it's a psychopath!"

Zila, zila, the nearby light bulb suddenly flickered. The museum alternates light and dark.

"What's going on?" The nearby staff were stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the lights went out instantly, and the nearby lights dimmed suddenly.

Originally, there were no windows in the vicinity, and it was a rainy day outside, and when it was extinguished, it was as dark as the sky.

Crackling, the sound of glass breaking.

"What sound?"

In the darkness, there seemed to be a burst of black gas churning, and the temperature in this area of the museum dropped a lot.

"Hey, why is it so cold all of a sudden!"

A staff member picked up his mobile phone, turned on the hand lamp function on it, and looked around, when suddenly a figure appeared in front of him.

"Hold the grass!" He shuddered, and the phone in his hand almost fell to the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was a tourist.

"Mom, you scared me just now, why didn't you move at all when you walked?"

The man didn't speak, staring at the staff member.

"Wow, your face is a little white, are you not feeling well?" The staff was stared at by him, and their hearts were a little hairy.

"My face is uncomfortable."

"The face is uncomfortable, what's wrong with the face?"

"My face is gone, where can you help me find it?"

"Isn't your face good?"

"Look no further."

The staff took another look and found that the other party's face was blurred with flesh and blood, his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were missing, his facial features were missing, and his entire face was gone.

"Hell!"

Ah, a scream, blood splattered, and he straightened down.

At the entrance of the museum, a man looked up at the sky, spread his hands, and stood there for a long time, letting the raindrops fall on his body and sprinkle on his face.

In the museum behind him.

A few minutes later, the lights were back on.

Ah, a woman's scream.

"Dead!"

Several staff members rushed over immediately after hearing the shouting,

There was a man lying on the ground, his face covered in flesh and blood, and his face was gone.

Also missing was the painting on the wall. The protective glass on the outside shattered to the ground.

Soon after the report was reported, staff from the Investigation Bureau rushed to the scene to investigate. It didn't take long for them to find the key suspect through the museum's surveillance footage.

Before the power went out, a man stood in front of the painting for a long time, but behaved very unusually. Looking at that size, it looks like crazy.

Tickets to the museum were real-name, and soon they found out the real identity of the person.

"Li Fuyong, a native of Qucheng."

The investigation bureau in Jeseong quickly contacted the Qucheng side.

"What, when did a man die?"

"Who was this guy in Jeseong last night?"

Jeseong was also surprised when he received the news from Qucheng.