After the male supporting role stopped interfering, the female protagonist suffered

The next day, Chen Jiaxin came to the door and said that she wanted Zhou Hui to help save someone.

"I always do things based on fate."

Zhou Hui did not agree immediately, but said that it depends on fate.

"This man is only thirty years old, but he is an undercover police officer. He is contributing to the country and is looking for evidence of the crimes of the drug lords and the family."

"It's just... he was assassinated and is now in the hospital on a life-support machine. His life is in danger at any time."

"If he doesn't wake up, the efforts of thousands of people over the years will be in vain."

Speaking of this, Chen Jiaxin's face turned ugly. The country has the determination to crack down on gangs and eliminate evil.

However, it is very difficult to collect evidence, and several undercover agents have died.

Only this person came back with evidence.

However, because he was being chased, he hid the evidence so well that no one knew about it.

"If medicine doesn't work, we can only rely on metaphysics."

"But, those metaphysical families can't do anything about it."

"So, I can only come to you."

After saying this, Chen Jiaxin looked at Zhou Hui, as if wanting to get an answer.

"can!"

Zhou replied that he would definitely help with such matters.

"Okay! Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

Chen Jiaxin was so happy that she immediately called to make arrangements.

Zhou Hui also called Zhou Xinyue and asked her to go to Jing City with him.

Zhou Xinyue was stunned. She asked excitedly, "Going to Beijing? What are you going to do?"

"Of course it's to save lives."

"what?"

Zhou Xinyue didn’t understand why she needed help?

*

Zhou Hui and Zhou Xinyue arrived in Beijing City, and someone was waiting for them.

The people who came to pick them up looked at him with expectation in their eyes.

"Mr. Zhou, thank you for coming to Jing City. Regardless of whether you can save him or not, I thank you for coming here."

The person who came to pick Zhou Hui and the others up was from the city police force, and he was not optimistic about metaphysics.

After all, those so-called metaphysical families didn’t say they would rescue the people.

All I can say is that we should try our best but I don't have any hope anyway.

"You will get what you want!"

Zhou Hui has a very good impression of those who serve the people.

"what?"

There was shock in the man's eyes. What did Mr. Zhou just say?

"Mr. Zhou, are you sure?"

Chen Jiaxin also looked at Zhou Hui with surprise. Mr. Zhou was not a man who talked big.

Since he said so, there must be hope.

They appeared in the special care ward, and the ancestors of the metaphysical family all glanced at Zhou Hui and carefully examined his cultivation.

Hmm? I can't tell anything from him. He must be a liar.

However, the younger generations behind them were all looking at Zhou Hui with great curiosity.

They had never seen a wild Taoist priest before. He looked very young and wore a fitted down jacket. He didn't look like a Taoist priest at all.

If you don't pay attention, you might think it's a teacher who is traveling.

"Is he the one that Mr. Chen mentioned who was able to dispel the fortune-stealing technique with just one word?"

"No, he's more like a teacher in school, or a dean of studies."

Chen Deming went up to him and said with expectation in his tone: "Mr. Zhou!"

In fact, he was not sure whether Mr. Zhou could handle this matter.

After all, those aristocratic families of metaphysics said that it was impossible, not even summoning spirits was allowed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, he and I are destined to be together!"

Zhou Hui knew that everyone present was full of doubts about him.

But so what? He didn't have to prove anything to anyone.

"Really? That's great."

Chen Deming cried with joy, he knew that Mr. Zhou's words meant there was hope.

The ancestors of the metaphysical families who had originally closed their eyes to rest, all opened their eyes one by one.

One of them said sarcastically, "Is it fate with you? You are not afraid of getting your tongue tangled when you brag."

Zhou Hui glanced at the ancestor of the metaphysical family who was speaking and said, "Excuse me, who are you?"

I’m sorry, but he really doesn’t know much about these metaphysical families.

The old ancestor was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He said angrily: "You are rude, kid. I am Shen Qing, the ancestor of Taixuan Temple. We have been worshipping the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor for generations."

"Oh. Never heard of it!"

Zhou Hui’s answer was indeed a bit irritating, and the old man almost wanted to hit him.

"Does the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor allow you to worship him?"

"Is he crazy? He chose you to be his spokesperson."

"With short hair and limited knowledge, it's of little use."

"How dare you talk to Taixuanguan like this, you are so bold!"

The ancestor of Taixuan Temple, Shen Qing, was the reincarnation of the ghost messenger of the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor, and people from other families were also very polite to him.

After all, he is a seventh-rank official in the prime minister's office, and it is best not to offend such a ghost messenger.

"Bold? Were you a ghost messenger in your previous life?"

"Tsk tsk! Are all the ghost messengers so useless now? They can't even snatch people from the ghost messenger?"

Zhou Hui couldn't stand this feeling of being the best in the world, as if everyone was praising him.

"you you......"

Shen Qing was so angry that he couldn't breathe. The people around him quickly fed him quick-acting heart-saving pills and helped him to calm down.

The old man next to him secretly gave him a thumbs up.

Regardless of whether Zhou Hui’s kung fu was up to par or not, they admired his courage very much.

"Ouch! He is in a hurry to serve the Emperor of Fengdu, so don't feed him the pills!"

After Zhou Hui said this, the people from Taixuan Temple glared at him as if they wanted to bite him.

Zhou Hui: ??? This person can’t stand people telling the truth.

He turned and walked to the end of the bed, looking at the man on the bed who was full of tubes.

He turned to look at Chen Deming and the others and said calmly: "I can only help you survive for three days."

These words were like a thunder, exploding directly in everyone's ears.

"What did you say? Extend your life for three days?"

The Xuanmen family was shocked, even the old ancestor named Shen Qing looked at Zhou Hui in amazement.

They thought that this person must be bragging. How could he snatch someone from the ghost catcher?

"not enough?"

Zhou Hui thought they felt it was not enough, but this was the limit of what he could get, and he didn't want to go to the underworld to fight with others.

"That's enough! That's enough! Thank you, Mr. Zhou. Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

The first person to react was the man wearing a jacket next to Chen Deming.

He never thought that his life could be extended for three days. This man has great power and must be taken into the country.

He stretched out his right hand, raised his index and middle fingers, and recited a mantra.

A trace of vitality flew in from outside, forming a green light on Zhou Hui's fingertips.

Those who came to watch the show were shocked. This... was too outrageous.

How is this done?

Shen Qing and other people from the Xuanmen family were also very shocked. They never expected that this person could actually do it.

Look at this vibrant vitality, it will definitely wake up those in bed.

Zhou Hui closed his eyes, waved his hands, and wrote the word "life".

"go with!"

Zhou Hui waved his hand outward, and the word entered the boy's forehead.

With the help of vitality, the man lying on the bed woke up.

The doctors rushed over and checked the man's body, and all his vital signs returned to normal.

Everyone looked at Zhou Hui in amazement; he was truly a god.

Resurrection from the dead, resurrection from the dead!

*

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up, the lights in the house flickered, and a black hole appeared.

In the black hole, ghostly energy was surging, and it seemed that a powerful ghost was about to come out.

"Why is there such a strong wind? Why is there such a strong noble aura? Could it be caused by the vitality from before?"

"It seems that this ghost has reached the level of Ghost King! Are you all ready? Fight hard!"

"The King of Ghosts has come! This is the King of Ghosts has come!"

Everyone is nervous and ready to fight at any time.

Only Zhou Hui protected his daughter and looked at the black hole calmly without any worry.

"Dad, this is so scary! Let's run away!"

Zhou Xinyue was shaking with fear. It was so scary here, even scarier than a horror movie.

"You can't leave! This is a space restriction. No one can enter, and no one can leave."

Zhou Hui looked at the person who was coming expectantly. He wanted to know who was coming with such a big fuss.

As these words were spoken, the air became stagnant and the people present almost stopped breathing.

Out of the black hole came a ghost wearing a long hat with the words "You'll See Wealth in Your Life" written on it, holding a white mourning stick and wearing white clothes.

"Bai...Bai Wuchang?"

"Lord Wuchang?"

"Qiu Baitou?"

"Why is he here?"

The atmosphere instantly became more tense. After all, this was the soul-catcher, Bai Wuchang.

"You are a mortal, why do you want to disrupt the order of the underworld?"

Bai Wuchang has a pale face and a long red tongue, which makes him look particularly scary.

Zhou Xinyue was so frightened by his appearance that her face turned pale and her body couldn't help but tremble.

Zhou Hui felt that Zhou Xinyue was afraid, so he supplied her with spiritual energy to calm her down.

"You scared my daughter."

Zhou Hui raised his head slightly and looked at Bai Wuchang calmly, as if he was no different from an ordinary person.

"what?"

Bai Wuchang was stunned. He hadn't been to the mortal world for a long time. Could it be that mortals have evolved to the point where they were no longer afraid of gods or ghosts?

Everyone present looked at Zhou Hui, their eyes full of admiration. Facing Bai Wuchang, he was so calm.

"I said, you scared my daughter."

"This person will only stay in this world for three days. After three days, you can come and take his soul. I will never stop you."

Zhou Hui was still holding Zhou Xinyue's hand, standing at the end of the bed, motionless.

Bai Wuchang felt as if there was a peak standing in front of him that he could not cross.

"I hope you can keep your promise. I will come to collect your soul in three days."

Bai Wuchang is a ghost who knows the current situation. He can't beat this man.

Then, it is better to give in.

"Of course! I won't make it difficult for you."

"If the King of Hell asks you to punish me, you just need to tell the truth!"

"I'll talk to him about it."

Zhou Hui said in a friendly manner that if his soul was summoned to the underworld, maybe... he could make some trouble in the underworld.

Bai Wuchang: ...

This mortal is so crazy, let him step back as a sign of respect!

Bai Wuchang slipped away, and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at Zhou Hui as if he were a rare treasure.

Zhou Hui: There’s no need to be so enthusiastic!

"I have discussed it with Bai Wuchang. I will come to collect souls in three days. If you have any questions, just ask!"

Zhou Hui smiled very kindly. He turned to look at Zhou Xinyue and said with a smile: "Xinyue, can I take you to Jing City to play?"

"what?"

Zhou Xinyue couldn't even react, they just left like that?

Don’t you feel that the eyes around you are too eager?

At this time, a man in formal attire and with a very upright manner stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhou! Hello!"

"I'm the director of the National Special Office. I'd like to ask if you would like to join us?"

"Join you? Is there a job offer? What are the benefits? Is there any educational requirement?"

"I am illiterate. I don't have a diploma and I can't even read a few words."

"Dad, you taught me math and English before! My spoken English is pretty standard."

Zhou Xinyue pulled her father's hand and whispered.

other people:? ? ? ? ? ?

"That's not all basic stuff! Just like what happened today, it's not worth mentioning."

Zhou Hui’s expression was, this is something that can be done easily, how come you don’t know how to do it?

Zhou Xinyue: ?????

I’m tired, but luckily this is my dad!

Others: Basic? Is this... is this some new way of bragging?

Zhou Hui turned back and looked at the director of the National Special Office with a sincere look.

Director: ?????

"Of course! We are all in the staffing department and don't have to work in the office!"

"Talents like you will get better benefits and even a house."

The director of the Special Office thought that he must bring this person to the bureau.

In this way, they will be able to firmly suppress these metaphysical families.

Obviously, these metaphysical families also understood the importance of circulation.

Everyone tried to win over Zhou Hui and wanted him to be a guest official in their own home, and the conditions were quite tempting.

Zhou Hui looked at these people and said, "I have no destiny with you."

Metaphysics Family: ??? Did people say that?

One of the young men from an aristocratic family asked, "Mr. Zhou, how did this fate come about?"

"It depends on my mood!"

Zhou Hui looked at the people from the aristocratic families with a smile. If he was in a good mood, it meant they had a connection; if he was in a bad mood, it meant they had no connection.

Metaphysical family: ?????

For a moment, they didn't know how to respond.

However, I was thinking about getting along well with Mr. Zhou.

The director of the National Special Office squeezed out from the back and said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Zhou, what do you think of our treatment?"

Zhou Hui shook his head. He smiled at the director of the Special Office and said, "The conditions are good! But I am not aware enough and I am not capable enough to do anything for the country and the people."

"So, I'd better be a commoner!"

Zhou Hui rejected everyone, but no one present dared to scold him.

After all, this person was the one who made Bai Wuchang give in, so they dared not act presumptuously in front of him.

Zhou Hui looked at Chen Deming and said in a friendly manner: "Mr. Chen, can you help me find a tour guide?"

"I! I! Mr. Zhou, my name is Chen Zihao, I'm here to be your tour guide."

"I know where to find good food in Beijing and how to get there."

"I can also drive, so it will be convenient for Mr. Zhou to go anywhere."

Chen Zihao comes from the Chen family, a family of metaphysics. He has never been good at spiritual practice since he was a child and has been hanging around in Beijing all day.

The job of tour guide was just right for him, and he could also ask for money from his family in a legitimate way.

He could see that everyone wanted to get close to Mr. Zhou.

"Then trouble you."

After thinking it over, Zhou Hui decided to keep the boy from the Chen family.

In the future, he may have to deal with people from the metaphysical family.

The Patriarch of the Chen Family: This boy is a talent!

Other noble families: Pound the ground! The Chen family kid got there first!