The Taoist priest opened the altar to bless these bodyguards and ghosts brought by Mo Zhenzhen.
For the blessing effect, Mo Zhenzhen also donated three kilograms of Yinmu powder.
Before opening the altar, the Taoist priest looked at Mo Zhenzhen's purple Taoist robe for a long time. He didn't know what he was thinking. However, the process of opening the altar was still very smooth, and the blessings of the ghost bodyguards were visible to the naked eye.
After the blessing, they were ready to enter Building No. 25, but Mo Zhenzhen followed them with a white windmill.
Although her following was surprising, no one stopped her. When the Taoist priest opened the altar for the practice, Gu Chang had already left with Gu Cheng. After the Taoist priest finished the practice, he planned to pack up and leave. No one cared whether Mo Zhenzhen was there or not. Follow along.
"Taoist Master, you plan to leave."
Before entering the building, Mo Zhenzhen turned sideways and looked at the Taoist priest and asked. The Taoist priest did not respond and continued to pack his things.
Mo Zhenzhen walked in and talked to the Taoist priest.
"People outside already know that your Taoist temple is crooked. If nothing else happens, this matter will be over. If you are still alive, someone should want you."
After saying that, Mo Zhenzhen disappeared into the corridor, leaving only the Taoist priest standing there stiffly, a little at a loss.
This was Mo Zhenzhen's first time here. Everyone in the corridor looked similar. Mo Zhenzhen noticed something was wrong after taking two steps up.
Where are those scoundrels who came in just now?
Mo Zhenzhen wasted only two sentences, and she was the only one left in the corridor.
The white windmill whirled. Mo Zhenzhen looked at the corridor where there was no abnormality, and then looked at the windmill spinning very fast. This was obviously abnormal.
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With more than an hour left in the countdown, An Gonghui mentally calculated the number of ghosts in the city and felt a little unwilling.
There is still too little time. There are so many ghosts and such a good opportunity to make money. There is not enough time!
And what makes him even more troublesome is that although they are willing to provide him with the ghost's obsession, it is not without conditions.
After finishing everything in this box, An Gonghui looked at the old policeman in police uniform standing by the window, with a hint of impatience on his face.
"This is different from what we were talking about before."
The old policeman stood smoking by the window and smiled after listening to An Gonghui's words.
"Young man, don't be so impatient. God's punishment is just around the corner, so we are not in a hurry either."
An Gonghui felt that the old policeman was talking nonsense and subconsciously looked at the rows of surveillance cameras nearby.
The room was filled with such monitors, and the small screens displayed images from everywhere, including all-round images of Mo Zhenzhen's home, and of course the scene in the corridor of Building 25.
He saw Mo Zhenzhen standing in the corridor holding a white pinwheel, and he also saw the moment when those ghosts disappeared.
The surveillance here is quite comprehensive, and some road surveillance is also available here.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
"Young man, do you want to be the King of Ghosts?"
An Gonghui sneered, his voice full of ridicule.
"Ghost King? Are you kidding me? I don't have time to tell you all this, hurry up."
The old policeman took a puff of cigarette and exhaled the faint smoke. He smiled at An Gonghui but did not give an answer.
His meaning is very simple. His request is for a ghost who can replace Zhang Qingyue.
Of course, An Gonghui knew what the old policeman meant. At that moment, he sneered disdainfully again, picked up the pistol placed on the edge of the table, glanced around the pile of surveillance cameras, and finally settled on a certain place.
"Don't forget our deal, I'll be back soon."
How fast did An Gonghui mean?
He was out for less than twenty minutes, found his target, and fired.
An Gonghui appeared too suddenly, and there was no hesitation in taking action.
Old players are old players. Compared with these old players, Mo Zhenzhen is indeed much greener.
For example, right now, An Gonghui fired several shots to empty the magazine, and he struck quickly and accurately, leaving no chance for his opponent to survive.
Even if the opponent had a strong sense of fighting, the first few shots missed his vital points because of his dodge. The last two shots still missed him. One shot hit his heart, and the other shot directly hit his head.
The officer's eyes widened. He had no fear of death, and his wide eyes were even bright.
With a click, the gun in the officer's hand fell to the ground first, and then he fell to the ground on his back.
The Taoist monks who were acting with the officers were frightened. When they reacted, all of them looked livid. Among them, the old Taoist monk who had never dealt with the officers actually stood up first at this time and pointed at the Taoist priest who was standing not far away. An Gonghui shook his hands and cursed.
"A wolf-hearted thing, a wolf-hearted thing!"
The officer's gun was loaded, but he did not fire.
The old man seemed to have figured out something. He was shaking even more violently and looked at An Gonghui as if he wanted to eat someone.
But An Gonghui didn't care about the reaction of the Taoist monk at all. He strode to the officer's body, took out the handcuffs and put them on the officer's and his own wrists. Then he pulled the officer's still ignorant soul. come out.
At this moment, all the Taoist priests and monks were ready to fight, but An Gonghui said.
"Save it, don't move too much and break the wound. It doesn't matter if you die, but it won't be good if you cause trouble after death."
An Gonghui pulled the officer's soul and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the old monk.
As a monk, the old monk has not been so emotional for a long time.
They really didn't like this officer. He was strong and required them to obey orders. In their view, he was an unreasonable dictator, cold and unkind.
But when he collapsed in front of them, their emotions still collapsed.
In fact, the officer was seriously injured, and his words were no longer so convincing. Even without An Gonghui, he wouldn't have survived with their current medical conditions.
But, but...
The old monk took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions surging in his heart, and asked as calmly as possible.
"How did you find us?"
An Gonghui thought the old monk would scold him, just like the old Taoist.
But I didn't expect him to ask such a question.
An Gonghui thought for a while and felt that the old monk probably felt insecure by asking this question and was afraid that he would come back again.
So An Gonghui gave them a heads up in a playful manner.
"Many places in Y City are under surveillance."
The old monk asked again.
"In this case, I wonder if the donor can help me clarify my doubts. Where is the little girl who came in with us?"
The little girl who came in with them?
An Gonghui thought about it and felt that they should be talking about Mo Zhenzhen. He really knew this, so he told them casually.
"She, she's over there in Building 25."
After saying this, An Gonghui took hold of the officer's soul. He didn't want to waste time here anymore, so he took his soul and left.
