The Taoist priest opened the altar to bless these bodyguards and ghosts brought by Mo Zhenzhen.

In order to bless the effect, Mo Zhenzhen also donated three catties of yin wood powder.

Before opening the altar, the Taoist priest had looked at Mo Zhenzhen's purple robe for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the process of opening the altar was still very smooth, and the blessing of the ghost bodyguard was visible to the naked eye.

After the blessing, they prepared to enter Building 25, but they didn't want Mo Zhenzhen to follow them with a white windmill.

Although her follow-up was surprising, no one stopped her, when the Taoist priest opened the altar, Gu Chang had already taken Gu Cheng away, and the Taoist priest planned to pack up and leave after finishing the law, no one cared if Mo Zhenzhen followed up or not.

"Dao Chief, you're going to go."

Before entering the door of the building, Mo Zhenzhen turned sideways and looked at the Taoist priest and asked, but the Taoist priest did not respond and continued to pack his things.

Mo Zhenzhen said to the chief while walking inside.

"People outside already know that your Taoist temple is crooked, if nothing else, this matter is over, if you are still alive, someone should want you."

After saying that, Mo Zhenzhen disappeared into the corridor, leaving the Taoist chief standing there stiffly, a little at a loss.

It was the first time for Mo Zhenzhen to come here, and the corridors all looked similar, and Mo Zhenzhen noticed that something was wrong after taking two steps up.

What about the ghosts who just came in?

Mo Zhenzhen only delayed two sentences, and she was the only one left in the corridor.

The white windmill was hula-la-turning, Mo Zhenzhen looked at the corridor without any abnormality, and then looked at the windmill that was spinning fast, this was obviously abnormal.

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There was still more than an hour left in the countdown, and An Gonghui calculated the number of ghosts in the city in his heart, feeling a little unwilling.

Time is still too little, so many ghosts, such a good opportunity to brush money, time is not enough!

And what makes him feel even more troublesome is that although he is willing to provide him with ghost obsessions, it is not unconditional.

After touching the contents of this box, An Gonghui looked at the old policeman in a police uniform standing by the window, and his face was impatient.

"It's not what we said before."

The old policeman stood by the window and smoked, and smiled after listening to An Gonghui's words.

"Young man, don't be so impatient, the heavenly punishment is ready to move, and we are not in a hurry."

An Gonghui felt that the old policeman was talking nonsense, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the rows of surveillance on the side.

This room is full of such monitors, and the small screen shows images from all over the place, including the all-round image of Mo Zhenzhen's house, and of course, the scene in the corridor of Building 25.

He saw Mo Zhenzhen holding the white wind station in the corridor, and he also saw the moment when those ghosts disappeared before.

The monitoring here is quite comprehensive, and some of the monitoring on the road is also here.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Young man, do you want to be the ghost king?"

An Gonghui sneered, his voice full of mockery.

"Ghost King? Are you kidding me? I don't have time to tell you what you have and don't, hurry up. ”

The old policeman took a puff of cigarette, and the faint smoke was spit out by him, and he was smiling at An Gonghui, but he didn't give an answer.

His meaning is very simple, his appeal is a ghost who can replace Zhang Qingyue.

Of course, An Gonghui knew what the old policeman meant, and at that moment he sneered disdainfully again, picked up the pistol placed on the edge of the table, and swept his eyes around the pile of surveillance, and finally froze somewhere.

"Don't forget our deal, I'll be back soon."

How fast did An Gonghui say it soon?

He went out for less than twenty minutes, found his target, and then opened fire.

An Gonghui appeared too suddenly, and there was no hesitation when he started.

Old players are old players, and compared with these old players, Mo Zhenzhen is indeed much younger.

For example, now, An Gonghui fired several shots in a row to empty the magazine, and he was quick and accurate, not giving the other party any way to live at all.

Even if the opponent has a strong sense of fighting, the first few shots missed the key point because of his dodge, and the last two shots still didn't dodge, one shot hit him in the heart, and the other shot shot directly to the head.

The officer's eyes widened, he had no fear of death, and his wide eyes were even transparent.

With a click, the gun in the officer's hand landed first, and then he fell to the ground on his back.

The Taoist monks who acted with the officers were frightened, and when they reacted, they all looked pale, and the old Taoist who had never dealt with the officers actually took the lead in standing up at this time, pointing at An Gonghui, who was standing not far away, shaking his hands and scolding.

"Wolf's heart and dog lungs, wolf heart and dog lungs!"

There were bullets in the officer's gun, but he didn't shoot.

This old man seemed to have figured out something, he trembled even more, and looked at An Gonghui's gaze as if he was going to eat people.

And An Gonghui didn't care about the reaction of the Taoist monk at all, he strode to the officer's corpse, took out handcuffs and put them on the officer's wrist and his own wrist, and then pulled it, and the officer's soul that was still in a state of ignorance was pulled out.

At this moment, all the Taoist monks were ready for battle, but An Gonghui said.

"Save it, don't move too much and collapse the wound, it's okay if you die, it's not good to cause trouble after you die."

An Gonghui pulled the officer's soul and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the old monk.

As a monk, the old monk hadn't been so emotional for a long time.

They really didn't like the officer, he was strong, he demanded that they obey orders, and in their eyes he was an unreasonable dictator, cold and impersonal.

But when he collapsed in front of them, their emotions collapsed.

In fact, the officer had a very serious injury on his body, and he was no longer so full of vigor when he spoke, even if there was no An Gonghui, with their current medical conditions, he would not be able to live.

But, but......

The old monk took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions surging in his heart, and asked as calmly as possible.

"How did you find us?"

An Gonghui thought that the old monk would scold him, just like the old way.

But I didn't want him to ask such a question.

An Gonghui thought about it, and felt that the old monk should feel insecure when he asked this, and he was afraid that he would find it again.

So An Gonghui reminded them in the spirit of playing.

"There are surveillance in many places in Y City."

The old monk asked again.

"In that case, I wonder if the donor can help the old man solve his doubts, where is the little girl who came in with us?"

The little girl who came in with them?

An Gonghui thought about it and felt that what they were talking about should be Mo Zhenzhen, and he really knew this, so he told them casually.

"She's, she's over there in Building Twenty-Five."

After saying this, An Gonghui pulled the officer's soul, and he didn't plan to continue wasting time here, so he left with his soul.