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The Adventure in the Ghost Path Chapter I Encountered by Himself Chapter 31: Fake Idiot but Not Madness

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    But Wen Fei is now half a master, and he has three ghost generals and even a divine general protecting the law.  These ghost generals have little problem dealing with the police.  Wen Fei sent his armor and rushed forward, causing Xu Song to suffer like this.  After a few minutes of waiting, Wen Fei changed into his Taoist robe, holding a pretentious peach wood sword, walking like an opera singer, and shouted: "You kid, how dare you act so arrogant!" Several people  Holding Xu Song, he was already exhausted.  But Xu Song was still like a bull, with boundless energy. Even Wang Dazhi wanted to knock him out, but there was nothing he could do.  Seeing that several people couldn't stand it anymore, they finally saw Wen Fei appear again.  Wu Shibo shouted: "Mr. Wen, come and help quickly!" Wen Fei saw that the play was almost finished, so he slapped Xu Song on the head with a mahogany sword without saying a word.  Xu Song suddenly collapsed to the ground like a deflated rubber ball.  Such a scene almost shocked Wang Dazhi¡¯s eyes.  He tried his best but failed to knock Xu Song unconscious.  But he didn't expect that Wen Fei would kill Xu Song with just one tap of a mahogany sword.  Wen Fei sheathed his sword, pinched his fingers, and murmured for a long time before pretending to subdue the evil spirit.  He shook his head and sighed: "I told you a long time ago that this house is a little unclean. Why didn't you listen to me?" The few people who said this looked at each other. If Wen Fei had said these things early in the morning, no one would have taken him seriously.  Scoffing.  But what they had just experienced made them feel frightened. Wu Shibo, who was passing by the Jinhua Building, was even more frightened. He shouted: "Mr. Wen, didn't you say last time that there is some yamen spirit in our police? There are so many people gathered."  Are ghosts scared?" Wen Fei pointed out the window and said, "You don't even know where this place is!" "Where is it?" Wu Shibo didn't think about it at first, but then he became even more scared.  .  After all, he is just a technician: "You mean the hospital" "You can teach a kid!" Wen Fei said sarcastically.  Wang Dazhi is a policeman after all, and his logical thinking is very careful. He said: "It is understandable that there are many deaths in this hospital. But there are so many houses nearby, why is this one the only one with?" Wen Fei said calmly.  : "Of course I summoned him. Don't you think that with these good brothers here, no matter how powerful the killer comeshey, it's all the result of jumping on the street!" After hearing this, Wu Shibo swallowed hard.  He seemed to see some miserable killer sneaking into the room, and was suddenly stared at by a ghost.  Then he opened the door and jumped off the balcony Oh, the balcony was equipped with anti-theft windows Wang Dazhi had a suspicious look in his eyes, and asked with difficulty: "So what happened to Xu Song just now?  It's not your fault, right?" It's quite difficult for him to ask this question. It's almost equivalent to the collapse of his original world view and accepting the existence of supernatural forces in the world Wen Fei said: "Of course.  No, I can summon these ghosts. But I can't control them. I can only tell them not to cause trouble to me!" There was no sincerity in his words.  In fact, Wen Fei didn't care what these little policemen thought.  Master Dao, when I was in the Northern Song Dynasty, at least I enjoyed ministerial-level treatment!  Without evidence, Wang Dazhi had no choice but to suspect that Wen Fei was responsible.  An ambulance was called and Xu Song was sent away.  At night, before going to bed, Wen Fei greeted several people with a bright face: "By the way, the yin energy is strong at night. These good brothers are particularly active, everyone, be careful!" Upon hearing this, Wu Shibo cried even more.  Face, he really wanted to go to Wen Fei to ask for an amulet belt.  But seeing Wang Dazhi's dark face, he was smart enough to say nothing.  "He must be hiding something from us!" Wang Dazhi thought thoughtfully.  Zhang Qiang, who seldom spoke, also nodded in agreement. Both of them are veteran detectives.  However, he still hesitated: "The superiors did not allow us to investigate him anymore, they only asked us to protect his safety!" Wang Dazhi sneered: "We are police, not bodyguards who guard the gates and courtyards of the rich and powerful!"  They were discussing with the door closed, but they didn't know that every move was reflected in the bowl of water in front of Wen Fei.  Wen Fei waved his hand, Qing Shui was in a trance, and the scene inside disappeared.  He clasped his hands behind his back and came to the window, looking up to the sky and sighing: "When I was a common man, I most wanted to meet a decent policeman. But now that I am considered a privileged person, why do I start to hate such people? Look.  I have really fallen!" He was preparing to sing a few arias as if he were performing an opera.  But he reacted immediately, stepped aside in a cold sweat, and quickly drew the curtains.  Damn it, if there is a sniper ambushing outside the window at this timeSelf.  If you stand in front of the window, you are seeking death.  Then Wen Fei began to despise the professionalism of these policemen. Even a layman like me, who has only watched movies, knew that this place was a safety hazard.  Don't these policemen know how to install bulletproof windows on this window?  This night, Wen Fei stayed up all night!  In the middle of the night, I was always awakened by nightmares. In my dreams, I was always shot in the head.  Simply put, Wen Fei had no intention of sleeping anymore.  He will have to hire some professional bodyguards tomorrow. These police officers really can't give him a sense of security.  Wen Fei wandered again and arrived in the underworld in the blink of an eye.  Every time he went to the dojo in the Northern Song Dynasty, he would see the ghosts inside becoming more sane. Wen Fei vaguely guessed at this time.  Could it be that the Fengdu Ghost Emperor's true method of controlling all spirits was not as Wen Fei initially imagined, where he would capture ghosts one by one and refine them into divine generals, but as he is now, in the underworld?  Feeding ghosts?  However, in this time and space, there is naturally no dojo to go to. Wen Fei is just a habitual night walk.  Now his soul is becoming more and more concentrated. No matter how powerful the wind is, as long as he has the intention to restrain it, it will not scatter.  He now knows that the way he transformed into the ghost emperor and traveled out of his body is indeed the kind of god-transformation method used in Taoist sects.  What appears is not the spirit that one has visualized, but rather one's own ghost that has been visualized and transformed into the form of the Ghost Emperor, wandering in a trance at night.  At this time, another gust of strong wind blew.  With a bang, the ghost floating not far away from Wen Fei shattered silently. It was stirred by the strong wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.  Seeing this scene, Wen Fei suddenly felt a bit sad.  This ghost has completely disappeared. This is the destination of most people.  Therefore, no matter what kind of practice a practitioner practices, the minimum requirement is to have a clear mind.
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