Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

what?
Fu Kuan was stunned. Before Yan Ru was seriously injured and had no combat power at all, but now he couldn't imagine that the Faceless Taoist, who was difficult to deal with even his own ghost sword, was finished like this.

Yan Rushi put away the Seven Star Sword, staggered a bit staggeringly, then he walked to the side of the Faceless Taoist, and gently pushed his body with his right hand.

Gudong!

The faceless Taoist priest's body fell down like a log, and after that, the black mist in front of Fu Kuan also disappeared.

Just about to go over to see how Yan Rushi is doing, Yan Rushi immediately opened his right hand, palm towards the faceless Taoist priest, and saw a group of ghosts invading Yan Rushi's palm.

In less than a moment, Yan Rushi had absorbed all the remaining ghosts on the faceless Taoist priest.

Yan Ru seemed to have recovered a lot, but he was still staggering. When he saw Fu Kuan approaching, he was relieved, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to reconcile.

"Hero Yan is really powerful, thanks to you!"

Fu Kuan admired him from the bottom of his heart, and was about to say a few polite words, but Yan Rushi immediately pointed at the sand opposite him and became nervous.

"Quick! Tang Chuchu was buried in the sand by me, I guess she is going to die soon."

Yan Ru coughed violently, her chest was full of water, and a mouthful of old blood spewed out directly.

Fu Kuan quickly tapped his acupoints to stop the blood, and Yan Ru then continued to sit cross-legged.

According to the direction Yan Rushi pointed out, Fu Kuan hurried to the place, put his hands into the sand and began to scratch violently, and sure enough, he caught a head.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Tang Chuchu coughed violently, but fortunately, she was just suffocated underneath and was safe. After all, Tang Chuchu is also a ghost master, and this kind of short-term breath-holding is completely acceptable.

"Thank you, Master Yan."

Tang Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over to thank her, but unfortunately, Yan Rushi had passed out.

"Just now that Faceless Taoist chased after him, Yan Rushi used the Seven Star Sword to make a sand hole here and let me hide in it. If it wasn't for him, I might have died."

Tang Chuchu told the truth, but Fu Kuan was even more surprised.

He has seen the speed of the Faceless Taoist with his own eyes. He is definitely a master. To be able to make a sand hole in the moment of running, it must be a fairy operation that he cannot achieve.

Tang Chuchu was safe and sound, Fu Kuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, Yan Ru is now in a coma, but the problem is not serious, after dealing with these, Fu Kuan walked to the side of the Faceless Taoist.

I saw that the face of this faceless Taoist priest has changed a lot. He didn't have facial features before, but now he has a hideous face.

It turned out that the face without facial features was just an illusion with ghosts, and the real face was extremely ugly.

Fu Kuan probed to make sure that he was dead, and there was no ghost left on his body, but Fu Kuan snickered, it seemed that all of this was God's will.

Unexpectedly, it was so easy for this Taoist priest to come to his mind. Without saying a word, he took out the ghost sword directly.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and flicking it lightly, there was a crisp click.

The Faceless Taoist's chest was immediately cut open, and the heart that had stopped beating inside was taken out, and then sealed and sealed with a yellow paper amulet.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Kuan cast a few spells on the faceless Taoist priest's chest, setting the Taoist priest's body on fire.

Seeing the smoking corpse, Fu Kuan felt relieved, and quickly picked up Yan Rushi and headed back to the earthen house.

"Old Zhou, you and Chuchu stay here to watch the camels. We will come back after we go, and Yan Rushi will also be taken care of by you."

Lao Zhou nodded repeatedly but didn't say anything, after all he knew that he couldn't do anything else.

After resting for a few hours, Fu Kuan had already recharged his batteries, and together with Xu Qingxin, he ran towards the crack again.

Ouch!

Before reaching the edge of the rift, the wolf king suddenly raised his neck and screamed strangely. His green eyes stared at the direction of the rift as if he had noticed something unusual.

"Wolf King, what have you discovered?"

Fu Kuan didn't dare to be negligent, after all, the wolf king was full of spirituality, and it was the wolf king who discovered the existence of this rift earlier, it seemed that the wolf king came to help him secretly.

Zizi!

The wolf king bared his teeth and stared fiercely at the bottom of the crack, as if there was some danger down there.

Fu Kuan didn't dare to be careless, he tiptoed to the edge of the crack and looked down.

It was already evening, and although there was still light outside, the center of the crack was dark and nothing could be seen.

I looked at the ladder and found that it was safe and sound, but I also felt strange.

According to the previous, if Professor Hu's people were still below, they should have already lit the torches, but now, there is no life inside, as if there is no one there.

"Why do I have an ominous premonition, it seems to be murderous."

Xu Qingxin was worried while climbing the ladder, but Fu Kuan didn't dare to look up, after all, he could see Xu Qingxin's movements from this angle.

When the two reached the ground, Fu Kuan looked around, and there was indeed something strange.

There were no tomb robbers in the dark crack, but there were bursts of sound in the distance, as if a person was screaming in pain.

who!

Xu Qingxin turned on the flashlight for help, and Fu Kuan immediately ran towards the place where the sound came from, only to find that there was a person kneeling on the ground when he got there.

The man's movements were very strange. Kneeling on the ground and holding his head in his hands, his head was stuck on the ground, and his buttocks were poked up towards the sky.

His whole body was trembling involuntarily, and his mouth was still whimpering, as if he was screaming in pain or moaning.

Long live the week?
Fu Kuan recognized the man's clothes at a glance, as well as the familiar smell of sweat on Zhou Wansui's body.

Patting Wansui next week on the shoulder, Wansui Zhou did not yell any more, his body also stopped shaking, and he slowly stood up.

Then he turned around, and those blood-red eyes were staring at Fu Kuan.

"You... come back... come...."

Zhou Wansui's voice seemed extremely hoarse, and the voice was rubbed out of each word, like the howling of an evil spirit in hell.

Fu Kuan was taken aback, seeing that Zhou Wansui's eyes were extremely dull, especially in the center of his forehead, there was a red spot like a wound left by a needle.

Not only that, Zhou Wansui had a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Come back, where are they, what's wrong with you."

Fu Kuan couldn't help asking puzzledly, but just after he finished speaking, Zhou Wansui suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, go to hell!"

It was too late and then fast, Zhou Wansui suddenly opened his arms and grabbed Fu Kuan's collar tightly, with such a huge force that he was like a vise.

Fu Kuan wanted to break free, but unexpectedly, his hands grasping Zhou Wansui's arm seemed to be grasping two cold steel bars.

Just as he was surprised what was going on, Zhou Wansui's mouth showed a sinister smile, and he slammed Fu Kuan's body with tremendous force, pressing Fu Kuan directly to the ground in a daze.