King Azan nodded at me, and began to chant mantras in a low voice.

I thought I'd rush into the Nightmare Master's house and mess with his spell casting.

However, when you think about it, it is a bit risky.

When he was in the alley, he could make illusions, let alone break into his chassis, which would definitely be more dangerous and terrifying.

And he is just a psychic agent, he doesn't know any spells, and once he encounters danger, he can't protect himself at all.

So, I came up with a slightly bad idea, pulled out my phone, and called the local emergency number.

If you come, you can achieve this purpose, and you can also come just in case, so as not to cause death!

After all, the country is not as good as Xintai, once something happens, the higher authorities will definitely investigate it to the end!

I was on the phone, and when I turned around, I saw something strange on King's side.

I saw that he was sweating profusely, and the sound of chanting mantras was getting louder and faster, and King Azan also took out a black bone string from the canvas bag he was carrying.

has been in the circle of psychic agents for more than a year, and has experienced a lot of large and small scenes, knowing that he has met an opponent.

I also became nervous and shouted at the operator on the phone, saying that the people were no longer good and that they should send a car quickly.

Hanging up the phone, I paced back and forth in a hurry.

Seeing that the situation of Azan King is getting worse and worse.

I ran to the corner and kept looking, hoping that the ambulance would arrive sooner.

At the same time, I can't stop looking at the time on my phone, but the time on my phone is unhurried, beating rhythmically every second.

By this time, King Azan was already sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked.

I know he's in a predicament right now, and I want him to stop chanting mantras and get out of here.

However, this kind of thing that two mages are fighting against is not something that can be escaped if you want to get out.

There is only one ending, that is, whoever stops first may die first, so if you can't do it, you have to fight to the end.

In the blink of an eye, several minutes have passed, but the ambulance from the emergency center has still not arrived at the scene.

I don't know how long King Azan will last, let alone if he'll win.

If you win, everyone is happy, but if you lose, it will not only involve a criminal case, but also may cause diplomatic trouble.

Affection, reason, and law can't let King Azan have an accident.

With a twist in my heart, I grabbed a short stick from the ground and rushed into the apartment.

I know that if it is to deal with the crooked ways of the evil sect, this short wood will not play a role at all, but with something in my hand, my heart is much more steady.

But I never expected that as soon as one foot stepped into the range of the second floor, my brain suddenly began to buzz.

It was as if someone had put a big bell on my head and struck it with a hammer, but I didn't hear it.

I stood still, shaking my head vigorously for a while before I recovered.

However, when I looked up again, I saw that there were several doors, side by side, and each with the house number 201 written on it.

What's going on?

Could it be that there are hallucinations again?

I pinched the flesh on my inner thighs so hard that I almost screamed in pain.

This kind of pain is real, it shouldn't be an illusion, but what is it?

Anyway, it's just four doors, and it's a big deal to open them one by one, and it won't delay much time.

But if you think about it, it's definitely not that simple, maybe there's a trap hidden somewhere.

Just when I was thinking about what to do, I suddenly saw the spirit hanging around my neck, and my heart said, there is a way.

So, I took the spirit from my neck, held it in my hand, and approached each of the four doors while observing the color of the spirit.

As the spirit approached the first three doors, there was no change, but when it approached the fourth door, the spirit suddenly changed the color of ink.

Now, it's almost certain that the Nightmare Town Master is in this house.

I didn't hesitate anymore to just kick the door a few times.

However, I never expected that the security door was too strong, and after a few feet, the security door did not change at all, or even deformed.

It definitely won't work like this.

So, I looked around and happened to see a fire cabinet next to it.

Generally speaking, the tools inside are complete, and it is more than enough to deal with an security door.

Sure enough, a sharp axe was in it.

He took out his axe and slashed it at the door of the Nightmare Town Master.

Sure enough, the axe was still easy to use, and after three or two clicks, a big hole was split in the door.

Reaching inside, he unscrewed the locked door and entered the living room.

However, people are not in the living room.

I turned my eyes around and saw that there was only a closed door.

Presumably, people are hiding inside.

This time, I still got straight to my feet.

The bedroom door was not as strong as the security door after all, and it was kicked open, but I never expected that the door was kicked open, but a strong air flow burst out from the inside.

Suddenly, I was bounced out of this powerful force and fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, the sound of an ambulance's horn was heard not far away.

I know that this is my own 120 arrival.

In order not to be discovered, I struggled to get up in severe pain, and quickly ran downstairs and left the apartment building.

When I escaped and found a place to hide, the ambulance stopped.

Immediately, several paramedics rushed into the apartment building with stretchers.

Seeing this, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the plan of the Nightmare Town Master had been completely disrupted.

And just as I was about to leave, I suddenly saw the emergency medical staff carrying a person and hurried downstairs.

I couldn't help but look twice.

I found that the one lying on the stretcher was the Wei Zhen Master, who was bleeding all over his body, and he looked like he was dying.

After the paramedics put the person in the car, they shouted at the driver, hurry up.

Watching the ambulance drive away, I also suddenly thought of King Azan.

So, he immediately turned his head and ran in the direction of King Azan.

When he saw King Azan, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, gasping for air.

I immediately asked him about it, was there anything going on? Do you want to go to the hospital?

King Azan was breathing, unable to speak, but made an OK gesture towards me.

I was also relieved, and it seems that this time it was a success.

However, I soon realized another problem, although the fighting method was successful, but Jiang Wenming's matter was not completely solved.