But Wen Fei is also half a master now, and there are three ghost generals under him, and there are even Dharma protector generals. These ghost generals are still not much of a problem to deal with the police. Wen Fei sent a team to rush forward, and he tossed this Xu Song like this.

After a few minutes, Wen Fei changed into a Taoist robe, carried a pretending peachwood sword, walked like a singing, and shouted: "Where is the little ghost, dare to come and be presumptuous!"

Several people hugged Xu Song, who was already exhausted. But Xu Song is still like a brute bull, with endless energy, and even if Wang Dazhi wants to knock him out, there is no way. Seeing that several people couldn't stand it, they finally saw Wen Fei reappear. Wu Shibo shouted: "Mr. Wen, hurry up and help!"

Wen Fei looked at the play and almost finished it, and slapped Xu Song's head with a peachwood sword without saying a word. That Xu Song suddenly collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball.

Such a scene almost shocked Wang Dazhi's eyeballs. He tried his best, but he didn't knock Xu Song unconscious. Unexpectedly, Wen Fei just took a peachwood sword and slapped it lightly, and solved Xu Song.

Wen Fei put away his sword, pinched his fingers, and muttered for a long time before he pretended to subdue this evil ghost. Shaking his head and sighing, he said, "I have already told you that this house is a little unclean, why don't you listen to me?"

The few people who said this looked at each other, if Wen Fei said these words in the morning, no one would have taken it seriously and scoffed. But what they had just experienced made them feel furious, especially Wu Shibo, who passed by Jinhua Building, was even more frightened, and shouted: "Mr. Wen, didn't you say last time that we policemen have a yamen spirit." There are so many gatherings, are the ghosts afraid?"

Wen Fei faintly shook the wreckage of the ruin, and the sword was poured into the sheath

"What place?" Wu Shibo didn't think about it at first, but then reacted, and was even more scared. At the end of the day, he's just a technician: "You mean the hospital......"

"You can teach!" Wen Fei said with a big sting.

After all, Wang Dazhi is a policeman, and his logical thinking is very cautious, and he said: "It is understandable that there are many deaths in this hospital. But with so many houses in the neighborhood, why is this one the only one with ......?"

Wen Fei said lightly: "Of course I summoned him, don't you think that these good brothers are here, no matter how powerful the killer is...... Hehe, it's all the end of the street!"

Wu Shibo listened and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He seemed to see some sad killer sneaking into the room, and was suddenly stared at by a ghost. Then I opened the door and jumped off the balcony myself...... Oh, and there are burglar-proof windows on the balcony......

Wang Dazhi showed a suspicious look in his eyes, and asked with difficulty: "Then what happened to Xu Song just now, what happened." You didn't do it, did you?" it was quite difficult for him to ask this sentence, which was almost equivalent to the collapse of his original worldview and the acceptance of supernatural powers in the world......

Wen Fei said: "Of course not, these ghosts were summoned by me." But I can't control it, at most I just ask them not to trouble me!" In fact, Wen Fei didn't care what these little policemen thought at all. Master Dao, I am in the Northern Song Dynasty, at least I enjoy ministerial treatment!

Without evidence, no matter how much Wang Dazhi suspects that Wen Fei is a ghost, he can only stop. called an ambulance and sent Xu Song away. At night, before going to bed, Wen Fei greeted a few people with a bright face: "By the way, the night is cloudy." These good brothers are very active, everyone be careful!"

As soon as he heard this, Wu Shibo cried even more, and he really wanted to go to Wen Fei to ask for a talisman belt. But seeing Wang Dazhi's black face, he was smart and didn't say anything.

"He must be hiding something from us!" Wang Dazhi thought thoughtfully.

Zhang Qiang, who rarely spoke, also nodded in agreement, both of them were old criminal policemen. However, he still hesitated: "The boss won't let us check on him anymore, only let us protect his safety!"

Wang Dazhi sneered: "We are policemen, not bodyguards for those rich nobles!"

Several people were discussing behind closed doors, but they didn't know that every move appeared in a bowl of clear water in front of Wen Fei.

Wen Fei waved his hand, Qing Shui was in a trance, and the picture inside disappeared. He came to the window with his hands behind his back, looked up to the sky and sighed: "When I was a little ordinary man in the past, I most wanted to meet decent policemen. But now that I'm a privileged person, why do I start to hate this kind of person?

He was brewing a few arias as if he were performing an opera. reacted immediately, flashed to the side in a cold sweat, and quickly pulled up the curtains.

Nima, if there is a sniper ambushing him outside the window at this time. Standing in front of the window by yourself, that is looking for death. Then Wen Fei despised the professionalism of these policemen, and even I, a layman who has only watched movies, know that this is a safety hazard. Don't these policemen even know how to install bulletproof windows on this window?

This night, Wen Fei didn't sleep all night! I slept until midnight, and I was always awakened by nightmares

The scene of being shot in the head.

Simply, Wen Fei didn't plan to sleep anymore. Tomorrow he will have to hire a few professional bodyguards, these police officers really can't give him a sense of security.

Wen Fei was in a fugue again, and in the blink of an eye, he went to the netherworld. Every time he went to the dojo in the Northern Song Dynasty, he could see that the ghosts inside were clearer, and Wen Fei faintly guessed at this time. Could it be that the Emperor of the Ghost Emperor of Xudu ruled the true law of all souls, not as Wen Fei himself began to imagine, to grab the ghosts one by one and refine them into gods, but to raise the yin souls in the underworld like now?

However, in this time and space, there is naturally no dojo to go to, and Wen Fei is just a habitual night tour. Now that his soul is becoming more and more condensed, no matter how powerful that Gangfeng is, as long as he has the heart to restrain it, it will not be scattered.

He now knew that he had turned into a ghost emperor and was out of his body like this, and it was indeed the kind of god-changing method in the Dao Gate. It is not the gods that you visualize, but the ghosts that are simply your own ghosts that are visualized and transformed into the Ghost Emperor's Dharma, and they travel at night.

At this time, another gust of wind blew. With a bang, the ghost floating not far from Wen Fei shattered silently, was stirred by the wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Wen Fei suddenly felt a little sad in his heart. This ghost is completely gone, and this is the fate of the vast majority of people. Therefore, a cultivator, no matter which discipline he is cultivating, requires at least one spirit to be clear.