After connecting the phone, Wan Qi listened silently to what Ma Xiaoling told him on the phone.
Gradually Wan Qi's brows began to frown. Uncle Ying stood aside and just watched without disturbing Wan Qi.
After a long time, Wan Qi hung up the phone, frowned and said to Uncle Ying with a serious face.
"There's something wrong with that Zhang Yuanming!"
After hearing Wan Qi's words, Uncle Ying also nodded.
"I'm still thinking, why is that smell and smell so familiar? But I can't remember it!
It seems that I have been dealing with those undead ghosts for so many years that I have forgotten what amniotic fluid tastes like!"
Because they were walking, the two of them were not too far from Zhang Yuanming’s home.
Arriving at the door of Zhang Yuanming's house, Uncle Ying was about to violently break down the door, but Wan Qi reached out to stop him.
Then he saw a slender wire appearing out of thin air on Wan Qi's left hand.
A silvery halo appeared on his right hand, and he lightly touched the iron wire.
Then, Wan Qi inserted the wire into the keyhole of the door. After a few fiddles, Wan Qi twisted the door handle, and he gently pushed the door open.
"Oh! Young Master, you are so capable of using the Rongmen's Thread of Open Heaven!"
Behind Wan Qi, Uncle Ying walked into Zhang Yuanming's room and said with a smile.
"Haha! It's just a skill, and it's not the first line of glory of the Rongmen.
It’s a crafty job there! I don’t have time to practice it, I’m just using a little trick like the Five Ghosts to make money!”
Hearing Uncle Ying's words, Wan Qi smiled and shrugged. Of course he knew that Uncle Ying must have seen his little trick and was just teasing him.
Walking into Zhang Yuanming's room, Wan Qi and Uncle Ying took a quick look and found that there was no one in the room.
I don’t know where this piece of Yuan Ming went at this time?
However, Wan Qi and Uncle Ying's eyes were fixed on the study room at this time.
Because the two of them were now certain that the smell of amniotic fluid and the weird breath came from that study room.
At this time, Zhang Mingyuan was far away, which actually happened to be a good time. At least they broke into the study and no one would stop them, which saved them some trouble.
Wan Qi walked to the door of the study and gently pressed the door handle.
The study door was unlocked, so Wan Qi opened the door with a gentle push and push.
Opening the door and looking inside, it turned out to be just an ordinary study room with the lights on inside.
There is a large computer desk near the window of the room, with several large bookshelves on both sides.
The middle of the study room seemed extremely spacious, with no furniture at all, just a thick carpet.
"Did I feel wrong? Isn't the source of that smell and taste here?"
Uncle Ying looked at the layout in the study room with confusion, and began to have some doubts about his own feelings.
"Huh! Uncle Ying, your feeling is not wrong, it's just some little tricks!
We all missed this Zhang Yuanming!"
While speaking, Wan Qi waved his hand towards the study room and saw a golden light flying out of his hand.
The golden light hit directly, and the chandelier on the ceiling of the study made a shattering sound.
Following this sound, the chandelier that was still on suddenly went out.
The whole room suddenly became dark, with only some faint light shining into the room through the thick curtains.
As soon as the lights in the room went out, the layout in the room suddenly became distorted.
In the blink of an eye, the entire study was completely different from the original one.
The books on the bookshelves on both sides have now turned into bottles and jars soaked in unknown objects.
The one by the window is not a computer desk, it's just a morgue.
At this time, there was a corpse lying on the bed, covered with a white cloth.
As for the carpet on the ground, there was a magic circle drawn out of an unknown liquid.
The entire study wall is covered with some weird and twisted symbols.
The air in the study also became turbid and pungent after the change to this scene.
The entire study, after that moment, seemed to have turned into a sacrificial venue for some evil ritual.
"Zhang Yuanming! I know you don't have to hide here! The Xiaoyue you mentioned didn't disappear three years ago at all!
That Xiaoyue in your mouth should have died seven years ago!"
Wan Qi did not enter the house, but stood at the door and said coldly to the inside of the house.
"It turns out that smell is black magic! No wonder I couldn't remember it for a moment!
It’s been a long time since I’ve been exposed to such evil things!”
After seeing clearly the changed layout in the study, Uncle Ying murmured to himself.
"Awesome! Awesome! The leader of the Special Incident Investigation Bureau is truly extraordinary!
He found this place again so quickly! He even destroyed my layout in this study!"
As soon as Wan Qi finished speaking, a figure slowly appeared in the center of the formation, clapped his hands and said to Wan Qi.
The figure who appeared was Zhang Yuanming, but his tone of voice was completely different from before.
Giving people a gloomy and arrogant feeling, his clothes have also changed from the original home clothes to a black suit. Even the shirt and tie he wears are black.
However, Wan Qi's eyes were fixed on a dark red pattern on the tie.
It was a strange symbol that made Wan Qi feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember what the symbol represented.
"Zhang Yuanming, do you want to surrender and just follow us? Or do you want us to escort you back?"
Looking at Zhang Yuanming, Wan Qi asked coldly, because he didn't see the function of the runes on the wall or the formation on the ground for a moment.
Naturally, he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that if he were not careful, he would fall into the opponent's trap.
After all, judging from the layout of this room, Zhang Yuanming doesn't just know a little bit about black magic, but is very proficient in it.
For black witchcraft, what is important is insidiousness and deceit, being good at manipulating the dead and souls, and setting some treacherous traps is not an issue.
So Wan Qi wanted to try if he could scare Zhang Yuanming first and let him follow him back to the bureau to investigate.
"Follow you? Hahaha! What law have I broken? And you two want to catch me? Wan Qi, what you said is really a joke!"
After Zhang Yuanming heard Wan Qi's words, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.
On Zhang Yuanming's left hand, a cloud of black smoke slowly wrapped around his palm.
When Wan Qi wanted to say something else, Zhang Yuanming raised his hand, and the black smoke hit Wan Qi directly in the face.