God knows how much patience it took Wusi to force himself not to pull out the knife and chop the man in front of him.
He forced himself not to think about it because it made him feel stupid.
An idea suddenly flashed through his mind, whether he should let the starving ghost come down and explain it to Jiang Cheng specifically, saying that the snow was his own idea and had nothing to do with him.
Then he would punish the hungry man severely in front of Jiang Cheng, so that he could step down.
But later, Wu gave up.
Jiang Cheng is not a fat man, so he is not that easy to fool.
Wu still pretended to be indifferent on his face, and with a thought, he controlled the starving ghost to withdraw his magical powers. After all, he had been seen through, and there was no point in continuing.
He is not to blame for this, but Jiang Cheng is too ignorant of romance. He actually checked the weather forecast, which was unexpected.
But what happened next made Ling Wu frown.
The snow outside... actually still falls again.
Instead of showing signs of stopping, the snow is getting more and more intense.
how so?
Wu continued to give orders to the starving ghost, but what chilled his heart was that the starving ghost seemed to be out of his control, refusing to carry out his orders, and instead going against him.
This is the first time.
In the bedroom, Wu's figure disappeared instantly.
When Wu appeared again, on the roof of the building, which was the center of the snowstorm, a huge snow tornado rose into the sky, and in the very center of the tornado, a tall and withered figure loomed.
Wu continued to try to control the hungry ghost, but this time he had just given the order when a strange phenomenon occurred. The snow tornado suddenly changed direction and rushed towards him.
The large snowflakes, supported by the snow tornado, moved at an exaggerated speed, like sharp blades, heading towards Wushu.
Although it happened suddenly, he retreated instead of advancing. There was no need to draw the sword at all. He stretched out his left hand and inserted it into the snow tornado. Then he pulled hard, spread his fingers, and clenched hard, and a terrifying aura exploded in an instant. , directly crushed the snow tornado.
But as the snow tornado dissipated, there was no sign of the starving ghost inside.
A strong gust of wind came from behind, and the starving ghost flapped his huge palms and slapped Wu Duotou.
If it were an ordinary person, he would be photographed like a meat pie.
But Wu had long noticed the other party's aura, and disappeared in a flash.
Before the starving ghost had time to wonder, suddenly, a huge force came from behind, and the 10-meter-tall starving ghost fell to the ground with a useless scabbard.
Then he stepped forward and stepped on the starving ghost's head.
He could easily kill the starving ghost, but that was meaningless. What he wanted to figure out was why this happened.
It's not scary if the starving ghost escapes from control, or even if a few more guys escape from control, what's really scary is that guy. When Wuyi thinks of the door that Lin Waner traded for him, solemnity appears in his eyes.
It would be really bad if that guy got out of control.
But just when Wu was thinking, the hungry ghost suddenly became docile again, and Wu tried to continue giving orders to the hungry ghost. This time, the hungry ghost showed extreme obedience.
Wu even gave an order to let him hurt himself, and the starving ghost carried it out without hesitation.
Now, Wu couldn't figure it out even more.
His first reaction was whether it was Lin Waner, or the guys brought by Lin Waner, who were up to something. But first, he all thought they had such ability. Second, and most importantly, he was watching them leave. , and there is no scent of them nearby.
What a hell...
In another building about a kilometer away from here, a figure stood in front of an empty window with his hands behind his back.
This is an unfinished building with only a rough frame. Not only is there no one living in it, but even basic facilities such as windows and doors are not installed.
"Mr. President, you are a master of magic. That guy is being played by you, but he doesn't know it." Behind the man standing with his hands behind his back, stood a tall and thin middle-aged man. The middle-aged man bent slightly, with a smile on his face. A flattering look.
The man with an obviously respected status looked in the direction of nowhere, a pair of rare silver eyes that was particularly eye-catching in the night.
"Uncle Ghost." The man who was naturally the president of the Night Watch said calmly, "What do you think?"
A figure covered under a gray robe spoke, his voice revealing caution and a hint of fear that could not be concealed, "This guy... is very strong. The old guy who is the presiding judge must have died in his hands. If it weren't for your ability, I can restrain him, I’m afraid…”
Suddenly, Zhuzhuren's eyes hidden under his robe paused, and then his pupils suddenly shrank as if he had discovered something extremely important, "This is..."
The silver-eyed man raised the corners of his mouth, exhaled softly, and said with a smile: "Uncle Ghost, you also noticed it, right?"
"It's... it's that person's aura!" Bingzhu's figure suddenly changed. His breathing became faster and his tone became exaggerated. "Xia Tan, Xia Tan's door... is actually on him." !”
"Yes." The silver-eyed man nodded, and the joking expression on his face softened a lot. The word "Xia Tan" had shrouded the night watchmen's heads for 20 years, like a haze that made them unable to breathe.
And now, this door is actually on this guy's body.
"President, Mr. Bingzhu, there is no need to be like this." The middle-aged man straightened his back slightly, showing a confident feeling, "We have all seen what happened just now. Although this guy is strong, he is far behind the president. We all know how powerful Xia Tan's sect is, can this guy... be able to control it?"
"Qian Mowen, this time the president is going to nominate you as the acting director of the executive department. This is a great trust in you. I think... you will definitely live up to the expectations of the president." Bingzhuren turned to look at him , the tone inside and outside the words is full of weirdness.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face lit up with joy, and he clasped his hands in his hands, "That's natural. Thank you, President, for your cultivation. From now on, in my Qian family, only the President will follow his lead, and he will do whatever he wants without hesitation."
Unexpectedly, this time, the silver-eyed man turned around and stared at the middle-aged man's face. After looking at it for a moment, he sighed.
Qian Mowen was confused, "Mr. President, you..."
"Mr. Qian, it is true that I am very optimistic about you, but whether you can successfully take over the position of head of the execution department is not entirely decided by me. It depends on the opinion of another person." The silver-eyed man said in a joking tone.
Qian Mowen couldn't help but blink and said in confusion: "You can't make a decision, so...whose opinion do you need?"
"I still want to ask him." The silver-eyed man pointed behind Qian Mowen.
A black figure slowly walked towards them, a long knife in his hand reflecting the cold light.
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