But Wan Qi is such a shrewd guy. He naturally knows how hot the position of the director of the Special Bureau is now.
"Haha, it is better to report directly to Lu Heming the work carried out by Uncle Ying.
After all, that kid Lu Heming is the real director of our Special Transfer Bureau.
By the way, have you found out the whereabouts of Roger and the others? And how is that guy Mu Qi resting?
For some reason, Wan Qi finally remembered that there was a demigod in the special press conference.
"Xiaomu's situation. To be honest, the young master is a little unoptimistic."
It is very rare that when talking about Mu Qi, a look of worry appeared on Uncle Ying's face.
"Oh, what's wrong with that guy Muqi? With our special adjustment order, we need to recuperate and heal.
What else can go wrong with this guy’s body?”
Mu Qi was at least himself, and he tried his best to stay. Now when Uncle Ying said that the recovery was a bit unoptimistic, Wan Qi's expression became serious.
If your strength reaches the demigod level, no problem will be a trivial matter.
"Hey. Most of the elixirs in the warehouse in the bureau have been tilted to Xiaomu's healing.
Of course, Xiaomu's strength has reached the demigod, and his demand for elixirs is not very high.
Moreover, after resting a few days ago, Xiaomu is obviously about to recover.
The problem lies in the fact that in the past few days, his soul began to become unstable again.
In the past two days, he often fell into a deep sleep. Old man, my strength has not reached the level of a demigod, so I can't know what Xiaomu is going on."
Uncle Ying sighed, and the narrative tone seemed both worried and strange.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier about this? Forget it, that guy's personality is also very stubborn.
Let's go, Uncle Ying, let's go and see what's wrong with this guy Mu Qi."
Wan Qi, who was about to complain about Uncle Ying, suddenly thought of Mu Qi's stubborn temperament. After sighing helplessly, he stood up.
"Young Master, why don't we give him a prophet and go in again?"
Standing at the door of Mu Qi's room, Uncle Ying looked at Wan Qi and tried and said.
"Come on, you guys' temperament. If you know him, he probably won't let me in."
After waved his hand, Wan Qi directly pressed his palm on the wooden door in front of him.
The clear light on the wooden door and the golden light on Wan Qi's palm touched each other for several times, and soon disappeared intovisible.
Obviously, Wan Qi's strength is not Mu Qi, and the restrictions imposed on this wooden door are comparable.
Pressing the door handle, Wan Qi pushed open the wooden door in front of him.
In an instant, a cold and dark aura surged out from the inside of the room.
Ma Xiaoling, who was the weakest on the court, shivered and retreated several steps backwards.
"How could there be such a strong dark power? This should not be the power Mu Qi should have!"
Uncle Ying originally wanted to take action to stop the dark forces that surged out, but was backfired by this force and almost hit the wall.
Fortunately, Wan Qi held it behind his back, and the power of backlash was completely resolved.
"If you read it right, this power should belong to the evil god possessed by Zhang Yuanming.
This guy Mu Qi is really trying to save face. The opponent's strength level is obviously higher than that of him.
I have arrived at this place, but I don’t even want to contact me to solve the problem.”
Wan Qi could see the essence of this dark force at a glance, and the expression on his face seemed solemn and worried.
He knew very well that the gap in levels was not something that he could compete with now.
"Uncle Ying, don't go in with Ma Xiaoling. The power pressure that will appear here in a while is not something you two can resist."
Wan Qi gave the two seriously and walked straight into the dark room.
Wan Qi knew very well that the reason why this room was so dark was completely caused by the dark forces. If there was some rich evil spirit in this room at this time, it would feel like Wan Qi was walking in the realm of the Nether Ghost Palace.
Soon, a monster with a strange and weird shape appeared in front of Wan Qi.
This monster looks like this kind of human, with vines growing all over his body.
And above those vines, black flowers with ferocious shapes and dancing constantly are constantly opening, with inspirational petals.
"Mu Qi, why did you make yourself look like a ghost?"
For Wan Qi, he could see the true identity of the monster in front of him at a glance.
However, when Wan Qi just said this, the vines hanging on the ground instantly lingered towards Wan Qi like they smelled a bloody shark.
The flowers on those vines released a strongly corrosive dark aura from the stamens and enveloped Wan Qi.
The golden light of the body protection shone on Wan Qi's body, and all the vines and flowers swept over were painted into green and black energy particles, dissipating in the room.
Wan Qi walked slowly towards the direction where the monster was.
Lifting up his right palm, Wan Qi identified Mu Qi's back and gently pressed it on.
The golden light gathered on Wan Qi's palm, and ten rings appeared again. At the same time, two golden rings had completely lost their original color.
After being pressed by Wan Qi's palm on his back, all the negotiations fell into silence, as if they were instantly pulled away, all their vitality.