The white-clothed warlock's statement seemed to confirm Li Sansi's statement... that the ghost had indeed left Nian Nian Lin's body and found a new host.

The whole place was stunned into silence, and the atmosphere seemed extremely heavy.

Nian Nian Lin was originally a little confused and in poor spirits, but now being invaded by the white-clothed warlock's spiritual thoughts, he looked even more depressed and almost collapsed.

Qin Xiaoyao frowned and ordered Li Qingshan and Yin Changkong to take him down and wait for supervision.

His eyes then fell on the white-clothed warlock, "Can you find out where the ghost is now through the native host of the Anniversary Forest?"

"Sorry, I can't do it right now."

The white-clothed warlock was honest. He shook his head and sighed, "Not only can I not do it, but looking at the entire Prison Department, no matter the warlocks, warriors, or other systems, I am afraid that no one can do it. Because this requires extremely powerful spiritual thoughts.

As a support, it is almost impossible to complete it with the strength of one person alone."

"Of course, I'm talking about almost, not all. If Director Qin can ask the Imperial Master of this dynasty to take action, that would be a different matter. His Buddhist power has reached the peak of the eighth floor. Once it is used,

But covering the entire Wei Dynasty, that ghost can't escape even if it wants to."

Hearing this, Qin Xiaoyao smiled bitterly and said, "The Criminal Department and Dali Temple were also involved in this case. They competed with me as the writer, and we agreed not to rely on others. How could I be so shameless as to ask the Imperial Master for help?

"

"Furthermore, if I can go, can't I also go to the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple? This makes no sense and is not in line with the author's independent investigation style..."

The white-clothed warlock glanced at him, and his tone became colder, "But the most important thing now is not the issue of the writer competing with the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple, but to find the ghost as soon as possible to avoid a greater tragedy."

"Do you still care about your reputation at this time? You should mobilize the whole city to solve the case! Director Qin, if you really insist that the writer of the book investigate the case independently, wouldn't you ask me to help you this time...

"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Xiaoyao with a wave of his hand, "You don't understand, the author has passed down the inheritance for thousands of years, and it is not only about the face of Qin, but also the face of the Prison God who worked hard in the Wei Dynasty.

The author's reputation... So I would rather do nothing than make a mistake. The reputation of the person who wrote the book cannot be in my hands."

"As for you, you belong to Sanchi Pavilion, and we are all under the jurisdiction of the Prison Department. You are not an outsider. It is natural for me to ask you for help. I have no regrets."

Hearing this, the white-clothed warlock was quite speechless, "My Director Zhao often praises Director Qin for your eloquence and eloquence. No matter whether it makes sense or not, in the end you can always say something very reasonable. I couldn't do that before.

I understand what Director Zhao means, but I saw it today."

"It's easy to talk, but Zhao Huaiyuan doesn't mean to praise people, right? It's too late for him to hurt me!"

Qin Xiaoyao smiled and prepared to continue to get closer to him.

After all, in Sanchi Pavilion, apart from the captain Wang Youde, the white-clothed warlock has the most upright character and is also the most lovable.

Qin Xiaoyao has always had the idea of ​​​​poaching people, but he had only met rarely before and had no chance. It was not easy to meet him today, so he had to talk about it carefully.

But just as he opened his mouth, there was suddenly a rush of rapid footsteps.

The sound was loud and violent, especially in this quiet atmosphere, it seemed a bit noisy.

Qin Xiaoyao and Yang Qiansha shook their heads repeatedly, feeling unhappy... Who is so bold and reckless? Dare to come over and make themselves uncomfortable when they are talking about something?

Looking up, he saw in the darkness, little bronze medalist Li Sansi, pulling Leng Changkong with a proud face, running quickly. The two of them were shouting all the way, and soon they came to him with a lot of wind and fire.

Seeing that the two forced kings were here, Qin Xiaoyao immediately lost his temper and shook his head to express his helplessness.

Yang Qiansha also wanted to endure it, but since the white-clothed warlock was here, he didn't want to lose face, so he asked symbolically, "Didn't you see there are guests here? How is it inappropriate to make noises late at night? Why don't you go to Xinghun quickly?"

apologize?"

Leng Changkong was carrying a long sword, his posture was upright, and his expression was so arrogant... Are you kidding me, asking me to apologize to the people of Sanchi Pavilion? It's better to let me die.

Although he and Yang Qiansha are superiors and subordinates, they have a very good relationship in private. We are all good brothers, so let's stop talking about these nonsense and continue talking about business.

Not so with Li Sansi.

Although he is known as the second-generation forced king, he still keeps a low profile at critical times.

At first, he, Qin Xiaoyao, and Yang Qiansha were not familiar enough to ignore each other, and were somewhat in awe.

Secondly, he met the white-clothed warlock and had a good relationship with him. He had been taken care of by him when he first arrived, so he still needed the proper etiquette.

Hearing what Yang Jinjin said at this time, he was naturally not ambiguous. He immediately bowed his hands and apologized with a smile, "I knew it was Brother Xinghun who was here, so I hurried over to meet him. I was indeed a little anxious. I hope you can forgive me.

"

As soon as he said these words, before Yang Qiansha could express his position again, the white-clothed warlock suddenly raised his head, and his calm eyes suddenly became extremely clear.

After a moment of silence, his cold expression slowly softened, and then he smiled and said, "Although you and I are our own masters now, we once had quite a friendship, so don't say these polite words...and I know

You have always been proud and disobedient to discipline, so these words were not your intention, so why bother?"

At this point, before Li Sansi could speak, he turned to look at Qin Xiaoyao, changed the topic, and continued, "Director Qin, I was negligent before, thinking that the strength of spiritual thoughts alone in the Department of Punishments and Prisons would not matter.

You can be better than me, but it was only when I saw Feng Qi that I felt regretful that I had forgotten about him."

Leng Changkong suddenly narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and a sense of alarm rose in his heart, "I know that Feng Qi's spiritual will is very strong, but it shouldn't be as strong as Star Soul, right? Does this guy still want to talk such nonsense?

You recruited Feng Qi into Sanchi Pavilion, so you deliberately curry favor with him?"

With this thought in his mind, King Bi looked at the white-clothed warlock with a hint of hostility in his eyes.

This made the other party a little confused, so he could only show his goodwill by smiling awkwardly at the king.

Qin Xiaoyao frowned at this moment, "Feng Qi? Can he do it?"

I first heard Leng Changkong say that apart from being awesome at chasing down murderers and investigating crimes, Fengqi's biggest specialty is his strong spiritual sense.

But Qin Xiaoyao never had a very intuitive understanding of how strong "extremely strong" was.

But listening to what the white-robed warlock said at this time, could it be that Feng Qi’s spiritual thoughts have already passed the sixth floor? Is this impossible?

Yang Qiansha was also skeptical about this, "Are you kidding? If Feng Qi is so powerful, shouldn't he join Sanchi Pavilion early to practice magic with you? How come I am the writer?"

One sentence exposed the gold medal master's dual quotient.

What a vulgar martial artist!...Leng Changkong cursed in his mind, "If I hadn't worked so hard to invite him to stay, wouldn't Feng Qi be working for Sanchi Pavilion now? It's true that every pot is ignored!"

Qin Xiaoyao also glared at Yang Qiansha, "Will you die if you don't speak? You're a gold medalist, so you're so brainless?"

A burst of meaningful chuckles suddenly came, "What Yang Jinjin said is exactly what I am wondering about. Fengqi's spiritual consciousness is amazing. He is obviously more suitable to join Sanchi Pavilion and follow me to practice magic. Why did he join in the end?"

You, the writer? I want to know why, I have to ask Leng Yinpai..."

His tone was soft and slow, sounding gentle and delicate, but there was a layer of deep resentment between the lines.

His face turned livid in the cold air. He did not expect that in his own territory, the white-clothed warlock would dare to name him by name. He was furious on the spot and wanted to draw his sword and argue with him.

Fortunately, Qin Xiaoyao had been observing the movements in the field. As soon as Leng Changkong made a gesture, he knew that the other party was trying to show off again. He stretched out his hand to suppress his sword intent on the spot, and then pretended to smile relaxedly, which slightly eased the tension in the field.

situation.

"Compared with Feng Qi's divine will, what is more powerful is his extraordinary talent for investigating. In this regard, Sanchi Pavilion is not suitable for him. Xinghun should not be entangled anymore, let's get back to business...

…”

Qin Xiaoyao waved his hand, then withdrew his gaze from the white-clothed warlock, looked at Li Sansi who had been silent for a long time, and continued, "Fengqi, I have to say a few words to you, since your divine will is so powerful that it can even reach the stars.

Even the soul will be amazed by it, but why didn’t you use your spiritual thoughts to find that ghost earlier? It’s so bad that I even asked Xinghun to come over, wasting his time in vain.”

Hearing this, Li Sansi immediately said seriously, "Mr. Secretary, how do you think I can tell that the ghost is no longer in Zhounian Lin's body? Shouldn't I use my spiritual thoughts to find it? But once this spiritual thought is gone, it's not just a matter of

You can make up for it by drinking tea and eating, but it takes time and effort."

"And now that the spiritual energy in my body has been exhausted, it will only be half a month before I want to return to its former peak and use it to find ghosts. By then, Your Majesty's decree of condemnation has already been sent to the person who wrote it.

Once we come, it will be too late."

When speaking, he tried to remain calm and his tone was very calm.

But only the Demonic Patriarch hidden in the golden cage knew how nervous he was at this time.

It is true that spiritual thoughts are powerful, but the problem is that they are now too powerful.

If only the Thought Palace existed before, there was no need to worry about others knowing about it.

At that time, I can explain the past with the phrase "extraordinary talent".

But at this time, there was a golden cage inside the body, and a demonic master from eight thousand years ago was trapped in the cage. If anyone knew about this, things would become big.

He might be pulled out and killed in a matter of minutes!

He was afraid that the white-clothed warlock would disrupt the situation. Out of curiosity, Qin Xiaoyao insisted on searching carefully inside his body to test the depth of his spiritual thoughts, otherwise he would really kill him.

Fortunately, Qin Xiaoyao didn't think too much after hearing what he said. He just shook his head and sighed helplessly, "What a pity!"

"Don't be sorry, Mr. Director, I don't rely on my mind to detect cases, but my brain."
Chapter completed!