dirty stuff

Tiannan Dibei really sat with Fan Wujiu for a whole half night, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to sleep for a while, and fell asleep at some point.

This sleep lasted until after nine o'clock in the morning. When he woke up, Fan Wujiu had already left, and the bag on the table was gone.

Tian Nan Di Bei woke up in an instant, he stumbled to open the door, and by coincidence, he bumped into Sheng Feng who was passing by the reception room.

"Team leader!" Tiannandibei stood upright, "Fan...Fan Wujiu...he he he he...! Jinjin..."

"Understood, please calm down, Fan Wujiu gave me the bag when I came back. I see his character, it's not easy for you to sit with him for a night, so I didn't wake you up." Sheng Feng flicked through the folder in his hand and said.

Tian Nan Di Bei breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly remembered the case again, and asked, "Then what...team leader, is there any progress with Yun Hai University?"

"Look for yourself." Sheng Feng slapped Tian Nan Di Bei on a stack of documents in his hand, "At present, this case has been completely handed over to our team. After reading it later, remember to call the brothers at Yunhai University and ask them to protect you." Good scene, no one is allowed to enter the scene to take pictures and cause social panic."

"Okay, I got the team leader." Tian Nan Di Bei replied.

Sheng Feng stretched his waist, moved his legs and feet casually, and pressed the elevator: "I'll go back and have a rest, you send a few younger people to Yunhai University to randomly ask students about the situation, and ask if there are any strange things recently occur."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Feng got into the elevator alone, and he was going to drive home to the second floor.

Today's elevator was particularly slow. Accompanied by the strange sound of metal friction, the elevator slowly stopped on the third floor, and several leaders from other departments of the national security came in. They also wanted to go to the second floor.

Sheng Feng took a few steps back to the corner of the elevator.

The elevator did not continue to run after the door was closed, but the lights flickered a few times before continuing to descend.

Sheng Feng's inherent sensitivity made him decisively press the button for the negative floor, and he got off the elevator on the negative floor.

Standing at the door of the messy warehouse, he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye that the elevator he had just taken resumed normal operation the moment he stepped down.

He silently glanced at the black kit hanging on his waist. If this thing is not resolved immediately, he doesn't know if he will be able to return home smoothly.

"Group Leader Sheng, I personally hope that you don't open this kit. Although it can help you to a great extent, it can also kill you quietly." Fan Wujiu said this to him before leaving .

Sheng Feng chose to go down from the fire exit to the second floor. Sure enough, he was hit by a wall while walking. There were only two floors, but he walked up four floors of stairs but he still hadn't reached the passage on the second floor. Door.

Fuck me?

Sheng Feng simply leaned against the white wall and did not move.

He took off the brocade pouch at his waist, held it between two fingers and hung it in front of his face, chuckled lightly, and in the next second he untied the black brocade pouch covered with gold patterns.

It was empty inside, nothing.

When Sheng Feng was in confusion, the space around him changed dramatically. The stairs and iron railings were seriously distorted and deformed, and the whole tone became extremely gray.

"Heiwuchang should have reminded you not to let me out, little thing, why didn't you listen?" A strange voice resounded throughout the space.

"The underworld asked you to help me, but you want to kill me, so I have to help you realize this wish?" Sheng Feng pulled out a handful of talisman paper from his arms, and the talisman paper scattered around and then gathered together, turning into A long whip.

The other party didn't seem to care about Sheng Feng's cynicism towards him.

Suddenly, a fierce ghost aura hit, Sheng Feng reacted very quickly, with a flash of a long whip, the ghost aura was blown away by the whip, but before Sheng Feng could react, several ghost shadows flew towards him, The whip shadows flashed and the ghost shadows collided with each other, making a piercing friction sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

After a fierce battle, several cuts were cut on Sheng Feng's body. He stood on the spot and adjusted, and his ghostly aura gradually dissipated. The opponent seemed to have given up this persistent style of fighting.

Suddenly, Sheng Feng felt a chill on his back, and then his neck tightened suddenly, and he was strangled and hung in mid-air.

The air was squeezed clean in an instant, and the hand of the ghost holding his neck in front of him was so strong that the long whip in his hand immediately fell off and fell to the ground, turning into a puff of white smoke.

The opponent finally showed his true colors after such a long fight, but Sheng Feng's eyes were darkened, and he couldn't see anything. He tried hard to break the opponent's hand that was pinching him, but the hand was like an iron tongs, motionless.

It's over, to die young.

Just when Sheng Feng was about to completely lose his strength, the hand holding him was suddenly released, and he fell straight onto the concrete floor.

The distorted space disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the original normal stairwell was restored, as if it had just been a horrible nightmare.

Sheng Feng fell to the ground and coughed vigorously, taking a big gulp of fresh air, the light slowly recovered in front of his eyes, and his vision was no longer blurred.

A cloud of black mist hung in the air in front of him, and the mist circled around him, as if looking at him.

"You...you fucking...really want to kill me! Ahem..." Sheng Feng pointed at the fog and complained, "Can you have a conscience? I let you out of that broken bag !"

He coughed violently, and looked tearful as if he had suffered a great grievance.

Just now, the big cloud of mist that was twisting time and space and manipulating ghosts was stunned by Sheng Feng's scolding, and the surrounding fog also shrank.

"You...don't fucking pretend to be dumb for me, if you don't want to help me go back! I didn't cry and beg your people from the underworld to help!" Sheng Feng's throat hurts from being pinched, and his heart is also angry for no reason. After scolding, he stood up and patted his clothes while walking towards the second floor.

Although Sheng Feng should be thankful that this ghost didn't kill him in one go, but he was still very angry.

This time there was no ghost hitting the wall, and he walked very smoothly to the underground parking lot in less than a minute.

The cloud of mist has been trailing behind him, not far or near, when Sheng Feng found his car, opened the door and was about to get in the car, the cloud of fog stuck to the window of the car.

"How did you get the injury on your neck?" Misty asked.

Sheng Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then the fire that had just been extinguished in his heart rushed up again. He stepped on the gas pedal and rushed forward, and the fog would soon be dispersed.

"The matter at Yunhai University hasn't been resolved yet, I can replace the soul disk of life and death to help you find the soul of death!"

Sheng Feng stepped on the brakes urgently, and the fog was pushed out by the huge inertia on the spot, and it hit the wall of the parking lot heavily, which looked extremely funny.

"Hey! My waist... hurts..." The mist gradually dissipated, and a figure was reflected. He was sitting slumped on the ground and supported his waist. His outline and face were still hidden in the mist.

Sheng Feng parked the car in a parking space at random, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked to the front of the fog. Although the ghost's face was not clear, judging from the clothes, it was probably a person who was either rich or noble in the underworld.

The other party supported the wall and stood up slowly, it seemed that Sheng Feng had thrown him hard just now.

It was rare for Sheng Feng to see a ghost as tall as him, who was actually half a head taller than him. This ghost's whole body was so cold that it looked like a high-speed air conditioner was turned on. It seemed that he had been dead for a long time.

"Can you go? Get in the car if you can."

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Sheng Feng still subconsciously thought that the ghost just rolled his eyes at him before limping through the car door and sitting in the back seat.

Sheng Feng was delayed in Guoan for too long, and it was already lunch time when he drove to his own community.

"Hey, do we need to have a meal before talking?"

Sheng Feng ignored him, turned off the car and walked straight to the stairwell, the ghost could only keep his mouth shut and fluttered along, this time the elevator reached the sixteenth floor very smoothly.

"I want to eat beef noodles. Can you make beef noodles? Does your house have tea? I don't like tea. I was lucky enough to visit the world a hundred years ago. At that time, I was accompanied by beauties from a brothel. I was so happy, but I see your beauty, it is more than enough to be a young lady in a brothel..."

The ghost's voice stopped abruptly, because Sheng Feng's cannibalistic eyes indicated that he should swallow the second half of his words.

As an outstanding ghost, he is still very self-aware.

Sheng Feng didn't want the house allocated by Guoan back then. He lived in the old house he used to live in when he was in high school.

Sheng Feng took out the key and went into the house, boiled water to soak a bowl of noodles and prepared to do something for himself. Unexpectedly, the uncle opened the curtains of the living room by himself, lifted his robe and sat on his sofa with his legs crossed.

The house hadn't seen light for a long time, and as the curtains were opened, Sheng Feng felt the long-lost sunshine and warmth.

The ghost's face seemed to be clearer than before, and Sheng Feng could already clearly see that he was wearing an emerald lapel robe, which should have been embroidered with dark patterns, but he couldn't see the details yet.

"Group Leader Sheng, I'm going crazy with hunger, you can do it quickly!"

Sheng Feng was cutting sausages, and when he heard him standing there talking again, his back hurt, and he was so angry that his hand holding the handle of the knife tightened suddenly—I really wanted to sew this guy's mouth shut.

After a while without listening to the ghost's nonsense, Sheng Feng had an ominous premonition, so he poked his head out to look.

I saw the ghost lingering beside his own museum shelf with his hands behind his back. At first, he should have looked at the top porcelain, but then he opened the cabinet to look for things.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

When Sheng Feng was about to stop him, the ghost happily took out a box of tea from the cabinet.

"So you have tea at home. Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's still my favorite white tea." He ran to wash a cup on his own, rolled up his wide sleeves and made himself a cup. He pointed at Sheng Feng and said, "You, you are really... reckless, how can you put such good tea so casually?"

Sheng Feng rolled his eyes, and was about to say something to him, when he suddenly realized that he didn't know his name, so he asked, "What's your name?"

The ghost was patiently blowing hot tea, when he heard Sheng Feng's sudden question, he was stunned for a second, and then said: "I don't have a name."

Sheng Feng felt that he was full of perfunctory. It should be normal for some little ghosts not to reveal their surnames or names, but for a powerful ghost like him, he should wish to make his name bigger. .

"It probably had a name before, but I forgot." He hesitated, put down his cup, and crossed his hands, "After I died as a ghost, I died three times. Many, they are used to calling me Xiyi Ghost King."

"You are already in Xiyi Realm?" Sheng Feng was greatly surprised.

Throughout the ages, people kill people, ghosts kill ghosts, and lonely and wild ghosts are often involved in the same killings as in the human world. The death in their mouths is swallowed as a part of evil ghosts, and eats each other in a pool of blood to gain new life. .

The "death" in this ghost's mouth should be the second type.

When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he becomes war, when war dies, he becomes hope, and hope dies as barbarian.The underworld sent this big ghost to them, and looking at it now, his strength must have reached the realm of "barbarian".

Fan Wujiu is right, this is really not a good thing.