The intern doctor had just recovered from the mental shock when he saw this scene and stammered: "What kind of magic are you doing..."

Wei Qingyun ignored him at all, his brows were already frowning deeply!

Wang Yuan hurriedly asked, "How is it? How is it? Is it recalled?"

Qingyun did not answer, and had already picked up his cell phone and called Chi Pengfei.

After the explanation was completed and hung up the phone, Qingyun said to Wang Yuan: "Which one is good news and one is bad news?"

Wang Yuan was amused and crying, but he felt a little relieved. Since Qingyun said that, it was obvious that things would not be too bad, otherwise Qingyun would not be joking at this time.

He said, "I'll listen to the good news first!"

Qingyun nodded: "The good news is that Wang Dachun's soul is still there, and there is still a chance to find it back!"

"What's that bad news?"

"The bad news is that I can't call back now. It seems that I'm trapped somewhere..."

While the two of them were talking, the intern doctor was young and energetic. He was scared by Wei Qingyun just now and ignored him. At this time, he felt embarrassed and shouted: "This is a hospital, not a theater, not a place to perform magic. Let me go out!"

However, Qingyun ignored it at all, and the intern was stopped by his superior doctor and shouted: "Xiao He should not talk too much..."

Although the superior doctor didn't believe that what Feng Qingyun had just shown was the real magic.

But he is always sophisticated and familiar with human nature. At this time, he will not do things like an intern.

Wang Dachun's condition is now a vegetative person, and the hospital has no way to treat it.

If the family cannot afford the maintenance costs, they may give up treatment...

If you do this at this time, it will be easy to get beaten!

The attending doctor stopped the indignant intern and said to Qingyun: "Sir, this is still a hospital, please don't do anything extra!

Of course, if you go home, no matter what you do, although our doctors do not agree, they have no position to stop it!"

This is reasonable and sounds much more comfortable.

However, Qingyun looked at the time and said, "I don't want to argue with you. Someone will tell you later!"

Of course, the one he was waiting for was from Jiudi.

Nine departments belong to the police system, but because of the magic disaster, they have great power.

If they can negotiate with the hospital well, how can they do more trouble?

Looking at Feng Qingyun's appearance and demeanor, the attending doctor felt a trembling heart, and he knew that Feng Qingyun was not simple and he didn't know what the origin was.

Could it be that there is a very powerful relationship?

If this is true, then don’t offend me. So I won’t talk too much!

The nine department was still very fast, especially what Qingyun told him.

Just over ten minutes later, several nine-department action team members rushed in.

The nurse was about to stop him, but the members of the nine departments had already revealed their documents: "We are policemen and are about to handle the case. Please avoid it for the time being!"

He drove all the doctors and nurses out of the ward, and then asked respectfully: "Master, what's the matter?"

"You guys are coming very quickly!"

"Our group happened to be patrolling nearby. When we heard the headquarters orders, we came immediately!"

"Very good! Protect me, don't let anyone approach me!"

"Uh..." Although several operation team members were a little confused, they all knew Qingyun. They knew Qingyun was powerful, so they agreed quickly.

The same trick of Qingyun used again and ignited a hair of Wang Dachun. This time, he no longer directly recalled his soul, but found the place of his soul.

Waiting for the moment when his hair turned into blue smoke, Qingyun had already sat cross-legged down. The soul left his body and merged into the silver light of the dark silver magic weapon. It seemed to put on a layer of armor for the soul. Chasing the burning blue smoke from the hair, it had already penetrated into the void.

A moment later, when the silver light appeared again, it was already a strange space, surrounded by mist and the sky was dark.

"Is this the Yin world? No. The spiritual energy in the modern world dissipates, the laws are easier, and the Yin world has long disappeared! So where is this?"

The fog had already passed through the doubts, and saw the black mountains in the distance and the abandoned houses and buildings made of blue bricks and black tiles.

Moreover, the environment here looks extremely familiar!

Qingyun already knows where this place is!

Then Qingyun saw Wang Dachun. He stood next to an ancient well with his back to Qingyun, his posture seemed very strange, as if he was about to jump into the well.

Before Wei Qingyun could stop him, it seemed as if something had touched the back of Wei Qingyun's head.

Qingyun turned his head quietly and saw a corpse hanging upside down. His tongue stretched out, and his face was almost stuck with Qingyun's face!

If it were someone else, I would have been so scared that I had peed my pants at this time.

However, Qingyun showed an interesting look: "Interesting, interesting. Could it be the movie made by Wang Yuan and the others? I remember that there seems to be such a plot in it!"

Although I was busy, I had never watched the complete film of "The Scar of the Desert Village" filmed by Wang Yuan and others.

But he had participated in the shooting after all, and he remembered that there seemed to be such a scene.

And the village here is the deserted village in Zhushan that is considered an outdoor location.

"Haha, it's interesting! Could it be that who is using the illusion? Come out!"

Qingyun shouted loudly, and the silver light cut off the head of the hanged corpse that had begun to scatter.

The hanging man screamed and turned into a gray mist that was about to dissipate, but it gathered again under a mysterious force.

Then, under the eaves of the corridor, a hanged body was hung again!

Seeing this scene, Qingyun's expression changed slightly: "It's not an illusion! This is a soul! Isn't this an illusion, but a real one?"

In an instant, when he thought of this possibility, he became suspicious.

The cold wind came from behind, and the green clouds couldn't even look at it. The silver fog seemed to turn into a knife light, cutting a half of the bloody ghosts that rushed from behind into gray and white mist.

"I read that right, it's really that soul... This is definitely not an illusion. Or, this is really the world in "The Scar of the Wasteland Village"... But how is it possible!"

When he was shocked and puzzled, the surrounding wind blew.

At least one or twenty ghosts with distorted bodies were hung to death, burned to death, or the ghosts with necks cut open and blood flowed surrounded the blue clouds.
Chapter completed!