I called Wei Rubing. At this time, Zhenren Lu had already returned to the headquarters. He could never stay with us and not go back.

When these people are showing signs of awakening, the vehicles sent by the foreign affairs office have also arrived.

I watched the vehicles drive in a series of distances.

"Don't worry, I'll handle this matter myself!"

After saying that, I hung up Wei Rubing's phone.

Over the past period of time, Wei Rubing has become busier and busier, so she can only call to inquire about the situation.

The symptoms of these people should not be too obvious, and it doesn’t make sense if I want to hide them.

After hanging up the phone, I went to the next door to take back the soy milk that Lao Ding had grinded, and then returned to my house.

Someone watched me downstairs and I went straight upstairs.

After closing the door, I took out the straw, and then drank the soy milk simmeringly.

But at the same time, a small vermilion bottle appeared in my hand.

Instincts such as ghosts and souls, people who do not have entities usually use magic tools in my hands.

Of course, all the things in my hand were found from Fatty Zheng’s treasure house.

Although I am increasingly suspicious that he has a real treasure house, what is placed in the office is just a cover-up.

But no matter what, the things found from there are indeed good ones.

I stretched out a finger and gently tapped the vermilion bottle. Immediately, a light shone on the bottle.

The light is not very bright, but it is an absolute torture for the ghosts in the bottle.

The reason is that I used them a little pure yang fire.

Then, I turned the bottle over and gently flicked it again. Soon, a transparent figure squeezed out of the bottle's mouth.

This is one of the ghosts I caught.

After falling to the ground, a shadow of unknown men and women gradually revealed his own face.

Well, it is the kind of face that is at the time of death, also known as the appearance of death.

Because this person's way of death was quite unpredictable, if I continued to look at it, I couldn't drink soy milk in my hand, so I waved my hand impatiently, and the face of the ghost in front of me became clear.

This is a tall man who looks about thirties, of course this is the age when he died.

"Who asked you guys?" I asked directly.

I used the method of straightforwardness.

The ghost was silent and seemed to have not come back to his senses.

But I know that this is just a disguise of him.

Among the ghosts I caught this time, there were no ordinary ghosts.

What is mentioned here is a lonely ghost or a ghost that has not entered the ghost realm.

These ghosts are much stronger than ordinary ghosts.

So when I saw that he was still unwilling to speak, I blinked my fingers and hit a trace of golden light on his body.

Immediately, the ghost seemed to have suffered a great pain.

After doing this three times, the ghost couldn't hold on.

What we are talking about here is that the ghost itself cannot withstand it. Even with my help, his figure cannot be condensed.

Even when it reached this point, the ghost did not beg me for mercy.

If you continue, this ghost will definitely be scattered.

As far as he did, the result of being dispersed seemed to be a little more cruel.

I thought about it and found that there are a lot of ghosts in the vermilion bottle. Not to mention this, there is another one.

As for the affairs of others on this ghost, and what he has done before, it is actually better to leave it to the underworld to deal with it.

However, something that really surprised me was happening.

That's just so many ghosts, none of them are willing to say.

Every ghost is so weak that it will be scattered at any time, but he still doesn't say anything.

This surprised me quite.

The difference between ghosts and ordinary people is not particularly big, at least this is the case with thinking ghosts.

There must be reasons for these ghosts to do this, such as once they say something, they will be punished.

Thinking of this, I made another ghost.

I looked carefully and found that this person was the ghost I had cleaned up for the first time.

As soon as I saw me, a trace of fear flashed deep in the ghost's eyes. I was always paying attention to his changes, so I could see this scene clearly.

"This ghost definitely has its own mind."

I thought so, so I asked, "What's your name?"

The ghost still did not answer, looking unyielding.

"Does you get attacked if you say something?"

After I said this, I found that the ghost nodded quickly.

Obviously, this ghost was under the control of others and may have been set up within a ban.

But once he says something, he will be punished.

"Other ghosts are the same as you?" I asked again.

The ghost nodded at me.

This is difficult, I looked at this ghost with some confusion.

It is definitely impossible to let him out now.

But sending him to the underworld is not that suitable.

I thought to myself, but in the end I didn't make a decision.

After a while, I didn't make a choice.

Later I thought, since Ma Mian hadn't been to the office for a while, he must have finished the work and he should have come over.

Then he will be able to deal with this issue.

In this way, from the outside, this problem is solved.

But in fact, this problem has not been completely solved.

Because the main messenger behind the scenes, that is, the existence of these ghosts has not been found yet.

I vaguely feel that things are not that simple.

I stretched out my hand and sent the ghost beside me to the magic weapon.

Although this incident is just a small episode, what happened later will be a big surprise.

In a blink of an eye, it was early Tuesday morning and the day had passed.

I woke up before the diligent Yuxia, and walked to the office door and looked out.

This time there was no problem, and I only had one person for most of the day.

At this moment, I suddenly felt the ground beneath my feet shaking.

I suddenly widened my eyes and looked down at my feet.

Soon, the shaking stopped.

When I went to see it again, I found that there was no change around me.

I felt something was wrong and frowned and looked around.

Suddenly, a figure appeared under my feet.

This figure is quite tall, but it has to be said that it does not seem to be a human soul, but the soul of a monster after death.

He had already begun another stage of practice, and the lack of body allowed them to wander underground more easily.

Seeing a demon soul with a horned horn, I subconsciously sacrificed the Ruomu sword and completely forgot what I thought about to capture him.

The monster itself is restrained by the pure yang energy, and my magic power is added to the Ruomu Sword, so it is quite powerful.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!