Gu Yang followed Director Zhao and arrived at Mingyu Funeral Home in only ten minutes.
Zhao Ju's running speed is extremely fast, but in Gu Yang's opinion, it is nothing more than that, because he has full confidence in himself.
Along the way, when chasing Bureau Zhao, Gu Yang was very relaxed and even used up less than 30% of his physical strength.
Moreover, Gu Yang felt that his body was like running water, coming and going freely. No matter how big or small obstacles he encountered, he could easily dodge them.
In this regard, Gu Yang is naturally better.
But why the other party came here, he was still confused as to why the other party came here.
Moreover, when the opponent is running, he is not running purely, but more like he is chasing something.
"So, what is he chasing after?"
"What does the other young guy have to do with him?"
"Why did those security guards run away in a hurry?"
"Did they see anything?"
Thinking of this, Gu Yang planned to go back and find out what was going on, but found that the target he was following had quickly sneaked into a room, so he decisively chased after him.
......
"It seems I'm still a step too late."
Looking at the dying middle-aged man with his head covered in blood on the ground, Director Zhao said to himself in a very sad mood.
Xiaotian: "Director Zhao, don't be sad, haven't we done our best?"
Director Zhao: "It's all my fault that I didn't listen to you at the time. If I had destroyed her earlier, I might not have led to the current situation."
Xiaotian: "I understand what you mean, but——"
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly said as if he remembered:
"By the way, Director Zhao, will the evil ghost go looking for the next target again?"
Director Zhao: "You are right. The ability of this evil ghost is beyond my expectation. If I guessed correctly, it has already reached an unrestricted level."
Xiaotian: "You mean, it will unlimitedly look for the owner of a wig with its own hair?"
Director Zhao: "Yes, our Folklore Bureau has dealt with quite a few cases like this. I guess it will continue to look for them until they are all found. However, during this period, some innocent people will inevitably be killed by mistake. But let's take a step back.
Say, in an avalanche, which snowflake is innocent?"
Xiaotian: "That means, no matter what, we still have to find this evil ghost."
Bureau Zhao: "That's right."
At this time.
The cell phone in Mao Bin's hand suddenly rang.
Perhaps he was too frightened. Mao Bin twitched and swallowed his last breath in great pain. His eyes opened angrily. Not a hair was left on his neatly combed black hair, and even his scalp was torn in some areas.
When he died, his death was unprecedented and miserable.
Director Zhao and Xiaotian looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Director Zhao stepped forward and grabbed the phone.
The caller was marked with the words ‘General Manager Gao’. Obviously, this person must be Mao Bin’s superior.
Director Zhao answered the call without hesitation.
Without any clues, he attached great importance to this phone call. Perhaps through this, he could get more clues.
"Hello, I am Zhao Zhengyang, an investigator from the Folklore Bureau. A supernatural case just occurred in the museum. I hope you can cooperate with our investigation."
The person on the other side fell silent upon hearing this.
After a long time, he asked: "Mao, where are the people from Mao Bin?"
His voice was already stuttering.
According to Zhao Zhengyang’s experience, this guy must have done nothing good.
Zhao Zhengyang said truthfully: "He is already dead."
Gao Haifeng: "..."
Zhao Zhengyang: "Let me ask you, have you participated in any transactions of dead bodies in the museum? For example, the hair transaction, please answer me, this is very important."
As soon as these words came out.
It was not just the person on the other end of the phone who was stunned.
The air in the room instantly became a bit colder. Zhao Zhengyang looked around and instinctively made a defensive posture.
Sure enough, the black mist did not leave the room.
Suddenly, it teleported out from the gap in the roof and ceiling, transformed into a snake shape, and rushed towards Zhao Zhengyang with lightning speed.
Zhao Zhengyang instinctively dodged and dodged the attack, but his dodge was somewhat reluctant.
Naturally, he was unable to take the initiative to attack. The ghost power stored in the black mist was so powerful that even the Xiuchun Dao in his hand could not stop it.
The black mist flew into the air, seeming to be angry from embarrassment, and then turned around and rushed towards Zhao Zhengyang quickly.
Before Zhao Zhengyang could take a breath, he completed another flying dodge with difficulty.
Compared with the first time, this time there was obviously a lack of energy left, and he staggered and fell to the ground due to the impact of the black energy.
Fortunately, his basic skills were relatively solid. The moment he landed on the ground, he cleverly curled up and hid behind the table.
"Give me my hair back!"
"Give me my hair back!"
......
The pitiful and gloomy sound of attack, one sentence after another, continued, resounding throughout the room.
People with insufficient concentration cannot even hold on for a second. With the blessing of ghost power, this voice seems to control people's will. In severe cases, it can even make people lose their self-awareness and become slaves of ghosts.<
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Heiwu seems determined to tangle with Bureau Zhao.
After an interval of three seconds, he launched another attack on Zhao Zhengyang.
This time, Zhao Zhengyang's strength was obviously weakened. The table he was hiding behind made a loud noise, and was split in half by the ghost power coming from the black mist. Sawdust flew into the air, and Director Zhao was instantly rushed seven or eight meters away by the powerful shock wave. p>
The assistant Xiaotian on the side witnessed all this, but was helpless.
All we can do is worry.
However, during this period, he noticed a pattern. Xiaotian believed that all ghosts in the world have their own patterns. As long as you master a certain pattern, you can deal with them as crispy as noodles.
When the black mist attacked Zhao Zhengyang many times, it seemed that it only targeted the mobile phone in his hand.
"Bureau Zhao, throw away your phone quickly!"
Xiaotian raised his voice and reminded loudly.
But in a matter of seconds, the black mist was coming fiercely, not giving Zhao Zhengyang a chance to breathe, and it violently attacked Zhao Zhengyang again.
This time, Zhao Zhengyang had no time to react.
After many fights against ghosts, his body was somewhat injured. At this time, both his reaction ability and physical resistance were severely reduced.
Unbiased, caught in the black mist...
But at this moment.
The temperature in the room suddenly became extremely cold.
It is rare for the temperature to drop so low in just one second.
I have never met Zhao Zhengyang.
Assistant Xiaotian couldn't help but shudder, and the biting coldness made him huddle up instinctively.
"What's going on?"
While he was surprised, he was also worried about Zhao Zhengyang.
In his opinion, this extremely low temperature is the work of an evil spirit, and its strength has risen to another level as expected.
What is different from the past is that this time it is a question whether they can survive, let alone what experience they are studying.
Due to the extreme cold, Zhao Zhengyang's internal injuries, which were originally in unbearable pain, were miraculously relieved at this moment.
What's more important is that the black energy had already shrouded his death, but when his life and death were uncertain, it strangely left his body in the blink of an eye.
He turned around in the void and burrowed into the phone that fell on the ground.
......
At the same time.
Gu Yang retracted his tentacles in time, and the extremely evil aura also became ineffective.