Ascension to the heavens from one person

"It's just that now people are impetuous and yearn for money. This kind of laborious and unprofitable work is gradually declining."

"To be honest, the old Song in this temple probably won't be there anymore." The old man shook his head and said with a look of nostalgia.

The temple fair is a rare and lively scene in a year.

"Then can you tell me who these gods are playing?" Hearing what the old man said, the middle-aged man asked softly.

He didn't believe in things like gods and gods before, but this situation proved that those things he rejected were true.

If he could really invite the gods down, he would not hesitate to kowtow to death.

As long as his son can survive.

"I don't know. It's not like a local god. Dachang City is considered a place with a strong atmosphere of incense, but I have seen someone who plays Zhong Kui before." The old man shook his head thoughtfully and said.

Zhong Kui has a very strong belief in the south of the mainland.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it is a great god, I will kowtow to the old man if he can take us out of this place." As he spoke, the middle-aged man struggled to sit up, hugged his child and knelt down.

He kowtowed to Yang Jian and others who passed by.

And the man's action also caused a chain reaction, and the people around him knelt down one after another.

The prostration of several 10 people made Yang Jian and the others feel excited for a while.

"How does this feel?" Zhang Zhiwei, who was walking in front of everyone, squinted his eyes and asked in a low voice.

With the prostration of tens of 10 people, even he couldn't control his heart for a while.

It is no wonder that throughout the ages, people chasing power are like crucian carp crossing the river. There are countless people. This feeling is indeed easy to fascinate people.

This is still the kneeling of tens of thousands of people. If it goes one step further, it will control the lives of tens of thousands of people.

"It feels pretty good, it's like a foggy state." Yang Jian had eight interlaced teeth in his mouth, which made his voice a bit weird.

Not only Yang Jian, but also Song Qi beside him.

"You boy, should I say that it is better for you to have a tough heart, or a cool nature." Zhang Zhiwei, who was walking in front, looked back at Yang Jian and said in a low voice.

Judging from his appearance, Yang Jianming was somewhat charged and mean.

"Whatever, in this kind of world, I just want to live well." Yang Jian didn't care about Zhang Zhiwei's evaluation either.

He doesn't want to be a hero who sacrifices himself to save others.

"Okay, let's stop eating. Let's go east, you go west, go around Dachang City, and finally meet up in front of the government building in the city center." Zhang Zhiwei pointed at the crowd as they walked through the crowd unimpeded. Said in one direction.

"No problem, meet in front of the city center." Yang Jian nodded, responding to Zhang Zhiwei's words.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei nodded with a smile, then greeted Tian Jinzhong, Feng Quan and others, and walked towards the east.

As he walked, he also scattered paper money, as if a Taoist priest from Maoshan drove away a dead body.

"Okay, let's go too." Looking back at the backs of Zhang Zhiwei and the others, Yang Jian crossed his legs, assumed a staggered posture, exchanged tokens in his hands, and said lightly.

"Understood." Hearing Yang Jian's words, Song Qi and the others nodded in agreement.

Then they made their own unique gestures, and after standing still for a few seconds, the incense sticks on the side of their heads swelled slowly, releasing a wisp of blue smoke.

The method of inviting God, now officially begins.

The smoke followed the wind, and soon explored in all directions.

On the other side of the smoke is the underworld opened up by Li Yun of Goulian, where there are several evil spirits ready to go.

Buzz

A few people walked forward step by step, and the positions of the magic weapons in their hands were constantly changing.

Soon, several people walked out of the Town God's Temple, out of the sight of the people in front of the Town God's Temple.

"Headquarters, headquarters, there's been some movement in the Town God's Temple here. Yang Jian and the others have gone out, and there are three Taoist priests and one person who came out with them."

"That person looks a bit like Feng Quan, the first criminal policeman in Dachang City." Several voices rang out from some inconspicuous corners of the crowd.

The words that come out of the mouth mean the same thing.

"Got it, keep hiding yourselves, Dachang City is too dangerous now, if you don't have to, don't leave the sphere of influence of Chenghuang Temple." Soon there was a response from the other end of the phone.

"Understood." Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, several people also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they don't need to follow, otherwise with their current abilities, no matter what they encounter, as long as the other party is not human, it will be no different from delivering food.

"Captain Zhao, there is news from the Town God's Temple. Yang Jian and the others have already set off."

"According to the integration and comparison of the news from the people at the scene, among the people who came out together, apart from those who were selected by Yang Jian, four people came out."

"Three of them are dressed as Taoist priests. This information is similar to the message from the one on Longhu Mountain."

"But there is one more..."

"I'm not sure." As he spoke, the operator narrowed his eyes and said hesitantly.

"It's okay, tell me who else is there." Zhao Jianguo waved his hand indifferently and said.

In this world now, if you tell him that he is a dead person crawling out of a coffin, he will believe it.

"Feng Quan, our people said they saw Feng Quan." The operator said hesitantly.

When he was connecting the wires just now, he searched the database for relevant information about Feng Quan, but it turned out that he was the first criminal policeman in Dachang City, as those people said.

But I don't know what his purpose is, and why Feng Quan didn't become a criminal policeman anymore. Based on his understanding of ghost masters, it's amazing that a ghost master can live for about three to five years.

Then either die from a strange recovery, or die from a strange recovery.

Looking further down, it is that the authority is not enough, and the time limit is three months ago.

"Feng Quan?!" Hearing what the operator said, Zhao Jianguo's eyes suddenly opened. Did this guy come out of that ghostly place?

The information that Feng Quan passed on at the headquarters back then said that the entire army was wiped out in that Huanggang village.

"Yes, Feng Quan." The operator nodded and said.

"Go back to your post, and I will take care of the next thing." Zhao Jianguo said after pondering for a moment.

After the operator left, Zhao Jianguo retrieved Feng Quan's file with his own authority, and walked towards the laboratory. He wanted to discuss with Wang Xiaoming how to deal with Feng Quan's related matters.

After all, those files of Feng Quan were deleted by Wang Xiaoming. Now that Feng Quan has come out, does it prove that the village can be probed and touched.

In less than 10 minutes, Zhao Jianguo came to Wang Xiaoming's laboratory. After going through tedious procedures, Zhao Kaiming entered the first floor.

After another tedious operation, Zhao Kaiming entered a laboratory ten meters deep underground.

"Professor Wang, I have some unexpected news for you. Feng Quan has appeared." Zhao Jianguo said as soon as he entered the door of the laboratory.

"What news?" Hearing Zhao Jianguo's words, Wang Xiaoming continued to move without raising his head.

In front of Wang Xiaoming was the human skin paper brought back by Li Jun.

Now Wang Xiaoming is really analyzing the material of human skin paper, followed by a series of analyzes such as energy analysis, ability limit analysis, etc.

"Feng Quan survived in that village, and then appeared in the Town God's Temple." Zhao Jianguo was also indifferent to Wang Xiaoming's attitude.

Special people always receive special treatment. Wang Xiaoming is more important than any ghost master in this world.

"Oh, Zhou Zheng's previous Interpol, counting the time, he should have had no news for at least three months." Hearing Zhao Jianguo's words, Wang Xiaoming put down the gold utensil in his hand and looked up at Zhao Jianguo.

"Yes, it's true that he hasn't heard from him for three months." Zhao Jianguo nodded. It was precisely because of this that Zhou Zhengcai took over as the second Interpol.

"Tell me what happened." Wang Xiaoming pressed the button beside him, and then the table in front of him sank.

The human mask that was held by several golden pincers was immediately caught by two gold plates.

Human skin paper never thought in this life that he would fall into the hands of a research freak

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If it weren't for the weird items that are not easy to destroy, he would have been cut into strips now.

In just 3 minutes, the two reviewed all of Feng Quan's files.

"It seems that the coffin fell into the hands of the City God." Taking off the gold silk gloves on his hands, Wang Xiaoming put his hands into his white coat and said.

"If there is no accident, I look like this." Zhao Jianguo nodded and said slowly.

"It seems that our Lord City God really has all-hands and eyes. The Huanggang Village, which does not exist in reality, can be found just by looking for it." Wang Xiaoming squinted his eyes and said in a low voice.

Huanggang Village does not exist in reality, and the time of appearance is random, and the time of appearance is also random.

This is also the reason why Wang Xiaoming could no longer find the village after Feng Quan did not disappear.

How can Wang Xiaoming find a village that no longer exists?

"Professor Wang, what do you think the Dachang City God is doing with this coffin? He's not a ghost, so what's the use of this thing." Zhao Jianguo also squinted his eyes and said.

According to Feng Quan's guess, this coffin can turn people into ghosts. This ability has a strong auxiliary effect on the criminal police.

If you add the ghost mirror reported by Li Jun some time ago, there are three powerful props known to the Asian Interpol.

Ghost coffins for making ghosts, ghost mirrors for holding ghosts and resurrecting people, and human skin paper for predicting the future.

The combination of these three things is simply invincible, right?

"Maybe it's to maintain the authority of the underworld." After sighing for a moment, Zhao Jianguo answered a question to himself.

"There is not enough information at the moment, so I can't judge what happened." Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said.

What he is not sure of is that he does not make any judgments. He doesn't even have any inference materials on this matter. Everything is what Feng Quan said alone, and there is no evidence at all.

"Professor Wang, do you want to try without that human skin paper?" Zhao Jianguo said in a low voice with his eyes flickering.

This human skin paper was the least weird thing he had ever seen. It was costless to use it, and even if there was, the human skin paper became a little wrinkled.

"You can try it. I happen to have a research topic, whether the weird objects can suppress each other like the weird." Wang Xiaoming nodded, agreeing with Zhao Jianguo's idea.

Soon, the human skin paper was sent up again, as if feeling his own destiny, the human skin paper trembled involuntarily.

"Professor Wang, have you turned on the air conditioner here?" Zhao Jianguo raised his eyebrows and said.

Just now, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and the human skin was blown away.

"Don't be led by your illusion." Wang Xiaoming said in a low voice, glancing at Zhao Jianguo.

He also felt a gust of cold wind just now, but he knew that the air circulation system in this room would not lift the human skin paper at its roots.

Putting on the gold silk gloves again, Wang Xiaoming controlled the instrument and sent the human skin paper over.

Once in front of Wang Xiaoming, the human skin paper went about its business.

My name is Wang Xiaoming, when you read this letter, you have already...

quack!

With a crisp sound, Wang Xiaoming punched directly on the parchment paper, because the parchment paper was suspended in the air because of the gold clip.

With this blow, the human skin was like a tight rubber band, and it was dented to the depth of a punch, and the golden clips were also tightened a little.

This is the law that Wang Xiaoming has said in the past two days. This piece of human skin paper is hard but not soft. If you talk to him well, he will probably only be able to reveal a few lines of words like a mental retardation.

If you hit him a few times, it will respond.

The last time I talked about Zhou Zheng was because Wang Xiaoming prepared a liter of boiling gold solution at the side.

Threatening the human skin paper, if you don't give a plan, you will be welded into the gold solution, and then taken to the Pacific Ocean and thrown directly down.

Or when the rocket was launched, it was sent to the day by the way, so he said it.

Not to mention that Shen Hai still launches into outer space, the liquid gold with a temperature of at least 1000 degrees is enough for human skin, so it finally chose to give in, and a paragraph of words appeared humiliatingly.

"Tell me about the function of that coffin." Wang Xiaoming took his palm away and said softly.

"It...isn't a coffin...it's a part of Zonggui." The human skin said intermittently.

Although it has the ability to predict the future, the level of the ghost coffin is not necessarily lower than that of the human skin.

Fortunately, I was just asking about the function of the ghost coffin. If it was face-to-face, the human skin paper would probably be down for a while.

In the field of ghost coffins, one-on-one absolute suppression.

"I want to know the function of that coffin." Squinting his eyes, Wang Xiaoming asked repeatedly.

"It is...the cradle that breeds...ghosts..." On the human skin paper, a line of intermittent words appeared before Wang Xiaoming's eyes.

"Ghost? What the hell? Where is it now?" Lowering his head, Wang Xiaoming continued to ask.

It's just that the human skin paper is not answering the other party's words, as if it has fallen into a downtime, and the whole paper has directly become waste paper.