Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Fu Kuan was taken aback, and asked in a low voice, "This is..."

"Fu team, we may not be able to help you these days. You put away this note and read it when you go back. The people above should be able to help you."

Fu Kuan was taken aback, but still nodded.

He glanced at the surveillance probe not far away, and gestured to Zhou Changsheng with his eyes.

"Don't worry, the higher-ups are now strictly investigating people who have close contacts with you, no, Lao Yan just went in."

Zhou Changsheng showed a helpless expression.

Fu Kuan was a little numb.

This is cleaning?
He couldn't believe it.

"Fu team, be careful in everything, during this time, don't contact me."

Fu Kuan nodded.

Seeing that these players who were drawn in by him were safe and sound.

And he himself was suspended.

Is it a taste in my heart?

Fu Kuan strode towards the outside of the bureau.

on the street.

He spread out the note.

There is only one address written on it.

"Lishunde Tavern in the Old District of Nancheng, Jiangning."

After thinking for a while, Fu Kuan rushed towards Li Shunde.

more than an hour later.

Fu Kuan frowned as he looked at an inconspicuous tavern in the alley.

The house in front of me was low and looked dilapidated.

He hesitated, but went in anyway.

"jingle--"

A gust of wind chimes followed his footsteps.

There was no one in the tavern, which was to be expected.

After all, no one would come to this corner alley tavern for a drink.

The decoration inside the store is also unpretentious. It seems that this tavern has already closed down.

"anyone there?"

Fu Kuan looked around, but there was no one in the store.

There was even a thin layer of dust on the counter.

He couldn't help but doubt, is this tavern really open?

He looked at the various wines on the bar, and laughed out loud.

Hardly any foreign alcohol.

All liquor.

"This tavern is really old-fashioned..."

"Crack-"

A strange noise made Fu Kuan tremble all over.

He looked behind him, and the door of the tavern was actually locked!

He frowned.

He turned his head, even more shocked.

In front of him, a glass of realgar wine suddenly appeared.

"This……"

Fu Kuan retreated again and again.

He never thought that he would encounter such a supernatural thing in this tavern.

But he firmly believes that everything happens for a reason.

He paced back and forth in the tavern, and directly opened his yin and yang eyes.

The evil spirit in the tavern is overwhelming, but there is no trace of gloom.

Even Fu Kuan was a little surprised.

Logically speaking, with so much evil spirit, the Yin spirit should be very heavy.

He carefully recalled the location of the tavern.

Sit south and face north.

no problem.

And it is located in this alley, although the lighting is not good, but it is not too dark all year round, and there is a busy city not far away, if it is said that the yin comes from here, it is impossible.

He stared at the realgar wine in front of him, and took a closer look.

After a while, he grinned.

The key to the problem lies in the realgar wine!

He directly picked up the glass of realgar wine and drank it down in one gulp!

hot!
This is his most intuitive feeling.

Fortunately, the yang fire in his body was very strong, and even though this glass of realgar wine contained a strong yin energy, there was no serious problem.

"Come out!"

Fu Kuan yelled angrily, his voice was strong and powerful, echoing in the tavern.

Suddenly, the air in the tavern was filled with a layer of black mist.

And Fu Kuan looked intently, the black mist was actually black ash!
Just like plant ash, but finer.

He tried to touch the black mist with his hands, but unexpectedly, a sharp pain came from his hands!
In the next second, the black mist remaining on his hand was like vines, entangled directly towards his arm.

"broken!"

Fu Kuan immediately took out an exorcism yellow talisman, spat on it, and stuck it on his arm.

Severe pain came, and he even felt that his arm could be abolished at any time.

"Sanwei Yanghuo! Burn!"

"boom--"

The black ash on his arm instantly burned!
Ashes make fire!
Fu Kuan frowned. He knew that this was someone's trick.

"I'm just entrusted by someone, and I came here just to understand something, and there is no malice!"

Fu Kuan yelled at the empty tavern.

No one answered.

interesting.

Fu Kuan sneered, he knew that he had not met this person's request.

He directly showed the Demon Suppressing Spirit Sword.

"If you don't show up yet, I don't mind letting everything you have worked so hard for be reduced to ashes!"

Fu Kuan's tone was cold, he was not joking with this person at all.

But there was still no movement.

Fu Kuan couldn't bear it anymore, and slashed at the wine table with all his strength!
Wherever Jianbo went, everything turned into a cloud of black air!
Black air exploded instantly in the room!

Just when Jian Bo was about to hurt the wine table, Fu Kuan shook his head helplessly.

It seems that this person is determined not to see him.

In the blink of an eye, that sword wave instantly disintegrated!
An old man appeared in front of Fu Kuan.

He was stunned.

I just blinked, and then the old man resolved everything?
The old man waved his hand directly, and the black air in the tavern disappeared instantly.

"Twice."

The old man gave a dry cough, and seemed to be dying soon.

"My subordinate is Fu Kuan, the former captain of the Ghost Investigation Bureau team..."

Fu Kuan's words came to his lips, but he still stopped his voice.

He joked.

And that old man was even more so, he narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the word former captain.

"sit."

The old man lit the stove and warmed a jug of wine.

Seeing the old man's behavior, Fu Kuan found it very strange.

Where is anyone still warming wine in this simple way?

Fu Kuan randomly chose a seat to sit down, and the old man didn't pay much attention, and directly took out a plate of side dishes, and placed it in front of Fu Kuan.

"You are the first one who deserves to eat this stack of side dishes."

The old man pointed at a stack of appetizers with his skinny fingers.

Fu Kuan smiled kindly, but he didn't have any affection for the old man.

The old man's voice is like a drake, and he always feels that there is a piece of thousand-year-old phlegm in his throat...

"senior."

"My surname is Zhao, my surname is Chun, and, help me watch and order some wine, my pair of tricks, I can't see clearly."

Zhao Chun nodded his eyes, Fu Kuan took a closer look, and sure enough.

Zhao Chun's eyes were cloudy, and his pupils were dilated, looking very dull.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

"Old Zhao, do you know Zhou Changsheng?"

"Longevity? Heh, you also know this Taoist priest? It seems that he told you about my place."

Fu Kuan nodded without denying it.

"This kid, who stole a teacher from Lao Tzu and learned his skills, is still doing well, which is really enviable!"

Zhao Chun laughed and cursed a few words.

The stove not far away was steaming hot, and a pot of small wine made a gurgling sound.

Fu Kuan directly opened the skylight and said bluntly: "Old Zhao, how much do you know about these weird things?"