Yan Xi feels uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

What Fang Mu said just now was very formal and seemed to be the same.

But it doesn't seem like that in Yan Xi's ears, but instead feels inexplicably sad.

Yan Xian really wants to say, brother! How long have you been a Xuanshi? What do you want to do in just a few months? Do you want to reach the realm of returning to the truth in one breath?

This day...it's fine if you don't have a chat!

Yan Xian silently put down the teacup, pulled out Mo Dao and wiped it carefully, turning his attention to the wiper, and he lost all his thoughts on chatting.

Just as the two were chatting without a word, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

It was already night, and the grocery store was located in a remote street, and the footsteps seemed extremely abrupt.

Fang Mu looked back and saw that the person coming was nothing but Director Wu of the Jiantian Department.

However, Director Wu was not in good condition at this time. The sleeves on the right were gone, and compared with the sleeves on the left, it looked very asymmetrical.

Yan Xian saw Director Wu’s appearance and twitched the corners of his mouth, forcibly turned his head away, his eyes trembled slightly, as if he was enduring something.

For a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, Yan Xian said it was uncomfortable to see Director Wu’s appearance, and even wanted to sew Director Wu’s missing sleeves on it.

Fang Mu's eyes were not on Director Wu's sleeve, but followed Director Wu's hand and saw what was holding in his hand - a bruised arm.

The arm was very thick, but no blood flowed out from the broken arm. The whole arm seemed to have been roasted by fire, with bruises and charred marks.

"Oh, the Five Gods Cult has solved it?" Director Wu sat next to the two of them as soon as he came in and casually placed his bruised arms on the table.

A fierce aura came from this arm, which made Fang Mu frown slightly.

This aura is extremely powerful, even if it is just an arm, it is stronger than any weird thing that Mu encountered before.

Yan Xian took back Mo Dao and said in confusion: "Sir, this is..."

"The arm of the master of the ghost city." Director Wu poured himself a cup of tea and said slowly: "I have been killed, I will teach it a lesson."

"Master of Ghost City?" Fang Mu took a sip of tea.

Before, Director Wu said that he had something important to do, but Fang Mu understood that Director Wu was heading for the owner of the ghost market.

Director Wu smiled and said, "You have been to this place in Ghost City, how do you feel?"

Fang Mu shook his head and said, "Not very well."

"Oh?" Director Wu became interested and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Fang Mu thought for a while and said, "I heard that the owner of the Ghost Market seems to only kill the traitors and evil people, but I don't think so. Some things that are not necessarily accurate when heard, and even if you have seen them, they may not be real."

Without enough understanding, Fang Mu would not make any comments easily.

Director Wu pointed to the arm on the table and said, "I can tell you now that the master of the Ghost City is indeed a traitor and evil person who killed him, but I went there this time and killed one of his arms. You must be very confused."

Fang Mu shook his head and said bluntly: "I am not confused."

"Actually it's very simple... huh?" Director Wu turned around and said suddenly, "What did you say? Are you not confused?"

Fang Mu spread his hands and said, "The Ghost Market has nothing to do with me, what do I have to wonder about?"

Director Wu's expression froze and sighed.

As Li Gun said, it is impossible to communicate with Fang Mu in ordinary communication methods.

"Click!"

Just as the two were chatting, Yan Xian crushed the cup in his hand and made a click: "Subordinate, I can't help it!"

"call……"

A gust of wind blew, and Yan Xian found a plush cloak from where he quickly put it on Director Wu's back, blocking the broken sleeves.

"It's cold at night, so the director should pay attention to his health." Yan Xian showed a satisfied expression, as if all the pressure was gone.

"Bang!"

Director Wu kicked Yan Xian away directly, and his face became stiff.

Isn’t there a normal person in the entire Jiantiansi?

Two magical geniuses have such strange attributes. Where is the face of my supervisor Tiansi?

Thinking about the time when Jiantiansi was founded, the directors of the several directors were all righteous except for some small hobbies.

Yan Xian got up, and although he was kicked away, his face was very refreshed.

Director Wu retracted his foot and turned his head and said, "Fang Mu, don't you want to know... why do you have monster-eating beasts?"

Fang Mu turned the teacup and remembered what happened to A Bai.

I remember when he was in the ghost market, he should have obtained a house deed, but inexplicably turned into a monster-eating beast.

Fang Mu didn't know what the hell was in this. Now Director Wu said it, Fang Mu wanted to know.

"There are two reasons." Director Wu said: "One is that the ghost market is full of weirdness. For the owner of the ghost market, it is a disaster. Don't forget what the ghost market eats.

The second is that the owner of the ghost market found that you are not simple. Although he couldn't see what was not simple, he wanted to make a good relationship with you."

Fang Mu drank a sip of tea with a normal expression and said, "The owner of the Ghost City is quite smart."

Director Wu smiled and said, "Why can you be more cautious when you can live for so long? Unlike those words written in the book, every villain is arrogant."

"But you still cut one hand down." Fang Mu put down the teacup and said.

Regarding Versailles' behavior, Fang Mu found that he was still somewhat different from Director Wu.

Director Wu waved his hand and said, "Actually, the Ghost Market has been under the surveillance of the Scientific and Heaven System. After all, the owner of the Ghost Market is a weird one.

It’s just that the things involved in the Ghost Market are too complicated, and the Ghost Market has not done too much, so the Jiantiansi has not taken care of for the time being, which is a pity..."

The tea gradually cooled down, and the person in charge of the communication department was very smart and did not come out.

Director Wu continued: "Fang Mu, do you know why I wanted to kill one arm?"

Fang Mu shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Because it's too much." Director Wu didn't mind the tea was cold and continued: "Every time the ghost market opened, we have to check it. I'll go find it this time, guess what it said to me?"

Speaking of this, Director Wu reached into the teacup and drew a large circle on the table with tea.

"This is the world."

Director Wu continued to draw, and a circle smaller than the big circle appeared in the big circle.

"This is Jiantiansi."

Next to the small circle, Director Wu outlined two small dots with tea.

"This is the Ghost Market and the Waves."

After doing all this, Director Wu shook the water on his hand.

Fang Mu did not speak and rarely saw such a metaphor.

Director Wu wiped out two small circles and said, "I, the Jiantian Department, did not care about the murder of the traitor and evil people in the ghost market, but this time I went to find it, and it negotiated a deal with me."

An inexplicable momentum came from Director Wu, which was anger and disdain.
Chapter completed!