prisoner in the door

The Taoist priest opened the altar to bless the bodyguard ghosts brought by Mo Zhenzhen.

For the blessing effect, Mo Zhenzhen also donated three catties of yin wood powder.

Before opening the altar, the Taoist priest looked at Mo Zhenzhen's purple Taoist robe for a long time, and didn't know what he was thinking, but the process of opening the altar was very smooth, and the blessing of the ghost bodyguards could be seen with the naked eye.

After blessing, they were ready to enter Building No. 25, but they didn't expect Mo Zhenzhen to follow them with a white windmill.

Although her following was surprising, no one stopped her. Gu Chang had already taken Gu Cheng away when the Taoist priest started the practice. The Taoist priest also planned to pack up and leave after finishing the practice. No one cared whether Mo Zhenzhen was there or not. Follow up.

"Daozhang, you plan to go."

Before entering the building, Mo Zhenzhen turned sideways to look at the Taoist priest and asked such a question, but the Taoist priest didn't respond and continued to pack things.

Mo Zhenzhen was talking to the priest while walking in.

"People outside already know that your Taoist temple is crooked. If there are no accidents, this matter is over. If you are still alive, someone should want you."

After saying that, Mo Zhenzhen disappeared into the corridor, leaving only the priest standing there stiffly, a little at a loss.

It was the first time for Mo Zhenzhen to come here, and the corridors all looked similar, and after taking two steps up, Mo Zhenzhen noticed something was wrong.

What about those ghosts who came in just now?

Mo Zhenzhen only wasted a few words, she was the only one left in the corridor.

The white windmill whizzed around, Mo Zhenzhen looked at the corridor without any abnormalities, and then looked at the windmill that was spinning fast, it was obviously abnormal.

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With more than an hour left in the countdown, An Gonghui calculated the base number of ghosts in the city in his heart, and felt a little unwilling.

There is still too little time, so many ghosts, such a good opportunity to make money, time is not enough!

And what made him even more troublesome was that although they were willing to provide him with ghost obsessions, they were not without conditions.

After touching all the things in this box, An Gonghui looked at the old policeman in police uniform standing by the window, with a look of impatience on his face.

"It's different than what we've said before."

The old policeman stood by the window smoking a cigarette, and smiled after hearing An Gonghui's words.

"Young man, don't be so impatient. Heaven's punishment is just around the corner. We are not in a hurry."

An Gonghui felt that the old policeman was talking nonsense, so he subconsciously looked at the rows of surveillance cameras on the side.

The room is full of such monitors, and images from various places are displayed on the small screens, including all-round images of Mo Zhenzhen's house, and of course the scenes in the corridor of Building 25.

He saw Mo Zhenzhen standing in the corridor holding a white windmill, and he also saw the moment when those ghosts disappeared.

The monitoring here is quite comprehensive, and there are also monitoring on some roads here.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Young man, do you want to be the ghost king?"

An Gonghui sneered, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Ghost King? Are you kidding me? I don't have time to talk to you about this. Hurry up."

The old policeman took a puff of cigarette, and exhaled faint smoke. He was smiling at An Gonghui, but he didn't answer.

His meaning was very simple, what he wanted was a ghost who could replace Zhang Qingyue.

Of course An Gonghui knew what the old policeman meant, and immediately he sneered again, picked up the pistol on the side of the table, scanned a bunch of surveillance cameras, and finally fixed on a certain place.

"Don't forget about our deal, I'll be back soon."

How fast is An Gonghui talking about?

He was out for less than 10 minutes, found the target, and opened fire.

An Gonghui appeared too suddenly, and he didn't hesitate to do it.

Old players are old players. Compared with these old players, Mo Zhenzhen is indeed much younger.

For example, now, An Gonghui fired several shots to empty the magazines, and his strikes were quick and accurate, without giving the opponent any way out.

Even though the opponent had a strong sense of combat, the first few shots missed his vitals because of his dodge, but the last two shots still missed. One shot hit his heart, and the other directly shot his head.

The officer's eyes widened. He had no fear of death, and his eyes were even translucent.

With a click, the gun in the officer's hand fell to the ground first, and then he fell to the ground on his back.

The Taoist monks who were acting together with the officer were frightened, and all of them looked livid after they reacted. Among them, the old Taoist who had been at odds with the officer stood up first at this time, pointing at the man who was standing not far away. An Gonghui cursed while shaking his hands.

"A wolf-hearted thing, a wolf-hearted thing!"

The officer had bullets in his gun, but he didn't fire.

The old man seemed to understand something, he trembled even more, looking at An Gonghui as if he wanted to eat people.

And An Gonghui didn't care about the Taoist monk's reaction at all. He strode up to the officer's body, took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the officer's and his own wrists, and then pulled the officer's ignorant soul. come out.

At this moment, all Taoist monks were ready to fight, but An Gonghui said.

"Forget it, don't move too much and hurt your wounds, it doesn't matter if you die, it's not good to cause trouble after you die."

An Gonghui wanted to leave with the officer's soul, but was stopped by the old monk.

As a monk, the old monk has not been so emotional for a long time.

They really didn't like this officer. He was strong and asked them to obey orders. In their view, he was an unreasonable dictator, cold and ruthless.

But when he just fell in front of them, their emotions still collapsed.

In fact, the officer had serious injuries, and he was no longer so confident in his speech. Even without An Gonghui, he would not be able to survive with their current medical conditions.

But, but...

The old monk took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions surging in his heart, and asked as calmly as possible.

"How did you find us?"

An Gonghui thought that the old monk would scold him, just like that old Taoist.

But he didn't want him to ask such a question.

An Gonghui thought for a while, and felt that the old monk's question should be because he felt insecure, and was afraid that he would find him again.

So An Gonghui reminded them with a playful mentality.

"Many places in City Y are monitored."

The old monk asked again.

"Since this is the case, I wonder if the benefactor can explain to the old monk, where is the little girl who came in with us?"

The little girl who came in with them?
An Gonghui thought for a while, and felt that they should be talking about Mo Zhenzhen. He really knew this, so he casually told them.

"She, she's over there in Building 25."

After saying this, An Gonghui pulled the officer's soul, not intending to waste any more time here, and left with his soul.