Wang Qian found a chair on the side and watched intently.

"Young man, it's going to be closed, come back tomorrow, right?" An old man came up to him and shouted softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Wang Qian smiled.

Out of the library, it was already dark outside, and he was about to return to Qucheng, but stopped when he saw a pedestrian on the side of the road.

The man looked to be in his forties, his eyes were a little glazed, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and he looked unsane.

Suddenly, he turned his head and walked out into the road, and was about to be hit by a car, and was pulled back by a kind man.

"Dude, be careful!" The kind young man glanced at the man.

"What's the situation, how much alcohol did you drink?"

Wang Gan's dull-eyed person felt a very uncomfortable aura on his body, and he saw that there was a unique "Qi" in that person's body shrouded in his head.

Just as he and the young man who had saved him met each other, a "Qi" branched out and seeped into the mind of another person.

"Is it still contagious?"

He thought for a moment and took out his phone to make a call.

Somewhere in Jeseong, Qi Chuanjia, who was eating shabu in a restaurant on the side of the road, looked at the number on his mobile phone and was stunned.

"Boss, who is it, it won't be Senior Sister Lu Chagang, right?"

"An unfamiliar number, from Qucheng."

"Qucheng?"

"Hey, hello."

"Qi Chuanjia?"

"I am, who are you?"

"Wang Qian."

"Well, this name, is it the "mountain god"? Qi Chuanjia's eyes lit up

An Neng and Fang Qi on the side sat up straight unconsciously after hearing this.

"It's me, I'm in Jeseong, and I encountered a strange thing......" Wang Qian then told the other party about the strange thing he encountered.

"Okay, thanks, we'll be there soon!"

"Xiaofang checks out, there is something to do!"

When Qi Chuanjia rushed to the scene with two people all the way, the two people were leaning on a telephone pole in a daze, like two wooden people.

A car came to a stop on the side of the road with a squeak and a sharp brake.

Untie!

Seeing Qi Chuanjia and the three of them coming over, Wang Qian waved his hand casually, and the two who were frozen recovered their mobility.

"Hey, what happened just now, why can't you move all of a sudden, is there a cerebral thrombosis?" The young man who had just saved the man looked panicked.

"No, I'll have to go to the hospital right away."

Ah, the glazed-eyed, drooling guy next to him let out a strange cry.

"Yo, the mountain god has come down!" Qi Chuanjia shouted, and then walked quickly to him.

"Hello, mountain god." Fang Qi and An Neng also stepped forward to greet Wang Qiandao with a smile, and the attitude of the two of them was much more respectful than Qi Chuanjia.

"Hello."

Qi Chuanjia pointed at the two people, and Wang Qian nodded.

"Hello, from the Bureau of Investigation, please come with us." Fang Qi showed a small notebook.

When encountering ordinary people, the documents of the Investigation Bureau are better than those of the Special Affairs Bureau, because there are many people who know about the Investigation Bureau but do not know about the Special Affairs Bureau.

"I, I didn't do anything, did I?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and his face showed a little panic.

"Come with us first."

Ah, the person next to him was still making a strange sound there, raising his leg and about to leave, when he was held down by Fang Qi all of a sudden.

"You take them back first, and I'll be there later."

Then Fang Qi and An Neng left with the two

Qi Chuanjia took out a cigarette, smoked one and handed it to Wang Gan, and then took it back halfway through.

"Sorry, forgot, you don't smoke, I've been a little forgetful lately." Qi Chuanjia smiled

"Could it be that I was injured by that "Ecstasy Bell"? Wang Qianxin said.

"Is the mountain god passing by Jeseong?"

"I came to Jicheng to check the information."

"Materials?" Qi Chuanjia turned his head and looked at the Qizhou Library not far away. "The Special Affairs Bureau also has a library."

"yes, can I go check it out?" Wang Qian asked casually.

"Yes, what does the mountain god want to see?"

"Xianwen."

"Immortal, Wen?" Qi Chuanjia was stunned when he heard this.

"Didn't you?"

"Well, there is, but it's top-secret information, and the level of authority is very high." Qi Chuanjia said truthfully.

"Xianwen" is indeed a very high-level confidential information in the Special Affairs Bureau, and it is a highest-level research project. He really didn't expect Wang Qian to study this.

"Then forget it." Wang Qian smiled and waved his hand, turned around and was about to leave.

"You're coming all the way here, I'll be the east, let's talk in another place?"

"Okay."

Qi Chuanjia called a car, and the two came to a secluded hall.

I entered the hall and asked for a separate private room. I ordered a few delicate side dishes and a pot of wine. The two of them chatted while eating.

"It's convenient to ask, when did you start researching immortal texts?"

"About a year."

"Can you read the fairy script?"

Well, Wang Qian nodded.

"Really?" Qi Chuanjia was very surprised when he heard this.

"Of course, I can't read much, just a few words."

"A few words? Not a lot, not a lot. Qi Chuanjia hurried to the scene after hearing this.

"Good guys, just a few? Do you have any misunderstandings about the discipline of "Xianwen" research, or are you too self-demanding? “

"Are you interested in coming to work in our special affairs bureau, you can also be a teacher." Qi Chuanjia pondered for a while and then extended an invitation to Wang Qian again.

"As a teacher, do you have a special school in the Special Affairs Bureau?"

"Yes, we have opened more than a dozen colleges in Kyushu, most of which are small in scale and take the elite route, and we also have cooperation with some key universities in China."

"It's kind of keeping up with the times."

"Yes, with the times." Qi Chuanjia smiled and nodded.

"What is the main teaching?"

"Well, talismans, feng shui, refining tools, alchemy, aura research, etc., by the way, there is also an ancient literature study, among which there is immortal literature."

"Very professional, huh?"

"To do our business, you have to be more professional, as a professional teacher, you can consult some information of the Special Affairs Bureau."

While eating, Qi Chuanjia received a phone call.

"Boss, we might be in big trouble." This was Fang Qi's first sentence on the other end of the phone.

After examination and analysis of the two people they brought back, they may have been infected with some kind of special curse, which is extremely contagious, mainly eroding the human brain, and those who are cursed will show confusion.

The eyes were glazed and drooling, much like a seizure, and they found that the number of such patients had suddenly increased rapidly in the past week.

"I can't eat even if I eat." After hanging up the phone, Qi Chuanjia sighed.

"Got in trouble?"

"Don't bother, eat, drink!" Qi Chuanjia waved his hand, but his mind was thinking about this matter.

A contagious curse, in a city with a population of tens of millions, if it erupts, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

"The Sword Comes"

"That curse must have some kind of special trigger mechanism, and certain conditions are met to be contagious, right?"