Elder Ye looked up, "I can see you're in a good mood."

Yan Qiao nodded, "President Puppet Song is a very interesting magician."

Elder Ye smiled when he heard this, "Indeed, at least she knows what is most important now."

On the day of departure back to Xuanyuan, President Ke brought someone to pick him up in person.

Elder Ye spoke softly, "I'm glad I brought back our Xuanyuan's things."

President Ke nodded, "Okay, let's go back!"

Elder Fu waited in the conference room early, and when he saw Yan Qiao, they immediately greeted him, "Come back, come back!"

He rushed forward, and if he looked closely, he could see the excitement in his eyes, "Is this trip okay?"

Elder Ye smiled, "Elder Fu doesn't have to worry, the things have been brought back, and the people have come back safely."

"That's nice!" Fu Lao smiled like a chrysanthemum, "Then do you want to take it out and take a look?"

"Let's go, let's go, let's look inside," Chairman Ke patted him on the shoulder, smiling just as brightly.

Yan Qiao seemed to notice something and turned around, only to see that in the metaphysical society where people came and went, the monks walked together, but she still found a trace of strangeness.

I am reminded of what President Ke once said, most of the people who join the Paranormal Society have signed a contract, but there are always some privileged monks who turn a blind eye, and although they can't touch the location of the center, sometimes the periphery is also important.

She lowered her voice, "You guys go in first, I've got something."

Elder Yang had also become familiar with Yan Qiao in the past few days, and when he heard this, he stopped, "What's wrong? But what's wrong."

Yan Qiao shook his head, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Elder Yang didn't say anything more, and followed in, Yan Qiao's figure disappeared at the door, and little by little he blended into the repair room.

At this time, Li Xian and Xian Niang followed behind a female monk, the female monk looked exceptionally clear, with a pair of almond eyes innocent and pure, such a person is logically extremely likable, but Xian Niang is a ghost cultivator, and her perception of emotions is the most obvious.

When she told Li Xian about the matter, the two of them suddenly felt that something was wrong, they had been monitoring like this for several days, and they didn't find anything unusual, but both of them were old monsters, and they were extremely patient with this.

No, Yan Qiao found two people almost as soon as he appeared, "What are you two doing here?"

Xian Niang was a little surprised to see her, "You're back?"

Li Xian walked over directly, "Xian Niang and I found out about a strange thing, are you okay going out this time?"

Yan Qiao nodded, "Don't worry, with my strength, there won't be any big danger, what's strange?" Looking at the mysterious appearance of the two people, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I found out that there is a monk in the Metaphysical Society who has a problem, and every time I see her, it always gives me an uncomfortable feeling," Xian Niang, who was the discoverer, naturally explained.

Yan Qiao's gaze fell on the girl in the crowd, "Is that the friar in the long white dress?"

"Looks like you've found out too," Xian Niang and Li Xian looked at each other with a sigh of relief.

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Xian's mouth, "You don't know, she has been afraid that she has misjudged herself in the past few days, and she has dragged me to squat at others for several days, but they haven't done anything, causing her to almost lose her self-confidence."

Xian Niang coughed twice, "If you hadn't been with me these days, I'm afraid I would have doubted myself."

Yan Qiao's divine sense swept across the female monk, "The human body, but her soul is a little abnormal, it's no wonder that you feel strange, ghost cultivators have always been sensitive to this kind of thing."

"How many days have you been on guard?" Yan Qiao asked.

"For about five or six days, her daily routine has no other waves except for cultivation and tasks," Xian Niang said with a slight frown.

"If you don't do anything, but it makes people feel strange, then there must be a big plan," she raised her hand, and a touch of spiritual power quietly swept into the monk's side.

"It's a ghost," Yan Qiao withdrew his hand.

"Ghosts?" Xian Niang was shocked.

"If you find it, you will kill people

Bring it here, bring it to the conference room, and I'll go find President Ke," Yan Qiao turned to leave.

Xian Niang understood what Yan Qiao meant, and she walked over, "Why have I been looking for you here for a long time?"

Qingfei frowned and turned his head, and the next second he only felt a shock in his heart, and involuntarily spoke, "I'll come, let's go."

Waiting out of the crowd, Qingfei broke free, "You ......" She was directly tied up by Xian Niang before she even had time to speak.

Lixian trotted over, "Let's go."

At this time, in the villa, the man spat out a mouthful of blood, "It's not good, she's in danger."

His facial features began to distort, "Let me out, you let me out, my wife is in danger."

The man sat in a wheelchair, and the whole person began to tremble, and because he struggled so violently, the whole person fell to the ground with the wheelchair.

The butler came in quietly, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Help me up," his voice was a little harsh.

The butler lowered his head and helped the man up, and the man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Damn this place can't stay, let's go."

"Yes," the butler didn't even say anything, and pushed the man as he prepared to leave.

The crow suddenly screamed frantically, and Elder Yang appeared at the gate of the villa, "It's all here, you're in such a hurry, what are you doing?" I really didn't expect to see you again."

The man raised his head and looked at Elder Yang and Elder Feng in front of him, there was a scarlet in his eyes, "You're too late, he has been swallowed by me."

"Qingfei said, since she was seriously injured and your leg had problems, the two of you have lived in seclusion, but I don't know who leaked the news and was caught by the people of the Ability Society, since then you have become a shadow-like existence, and then Qingfei died of serious injuries, in order to save him, you did not hesitate to become a minion and puppet of the Ability Society, I still remember that you once said that you have no regrets for Xuanyuan's death," Elder Feng said slowly.

"It's me who did my best for Xuanyuan, but what did you repay meMy wife is seriously injured and can't be treated, and I, as her husband, can only watch my beloved die," his body trembled with excitement.

"But you have become the lackey of that murderer," Elder Yang sighed, "Do you know that this Qingfei is no longer your wife, she is a ghostly incarnation, because she is jealous of your relationship with her lover, she devoured Qingfei's soul and memories little by little, and finally completely assimilated into Qingfei to accompany you."

He stared straight at the man, "It wasn't anyone else who killed your wife, it was you."

"No, no, I don't believe it!" The man's shadow suddenly flew out, contorting to look at everyone, "You are the murderer, you are the one who killed my wife."