One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

After the people walked away, the guards quickly gathered together and whispered: "It's so late, what are the commander and the others going to do?" "Who knows? Why don't you go ask?" "Are you crazy? I'm not that bold..."

The guards didn't realize that their conversation had been heard by Hou Hao and others through the wind. But Hou Hao and others didn't take it to heart and didn't care about it at all.

Their attention was on Zhang Lingyu and others in front of them. Pan Xing suddenly asked, "Captain, do you think they can do it?"

Hou Hao shook his head slightly: "I don't know either, but I am very interested in Director Huang. Just a phone call can make them so capable of executing. There may be some tricks in this..."

Xie Xiaxia nodded in agreement: "I never thought that a new department that was just established not long ago could have such cohesion. I don't know what method Director Huang used to convince them so much that even the people from the National Security Office helped to speak up."

Hou Hao gently touched his chin, his eyes flashing with thought: "Either he is really capable, or he is good at attacking people's minds. I think we will know which one it is soon."

Soon, the group arrived at the back mountain. Zhang Lingyu and his group strictly followed Huang Miao's instructions and would not go up the mountain before the first hour of the Chinese calendar. Hou Hao and his group also took the attitude of making the best of it and stood quietly by the side waiting.

Finally, Zhang Lingyu gave the order, the time had come, and the group began to walk towards the cemetery on the back mountain. However, after walking a few steps, everyone found that the place was filled with white mist, and there was a faint stench in the white mist...

Xie Xia Xia's eyes flashed with surprise: "It seems that something is really wrong. When I came to investigate during the day, there was no white fog and stench."

After hearing this, Hou Hao looked at Zhang Lingyu and the others with a deeper look in his eyes.

At this time, the fat man approached Zhang Lingyu with some uneasiness and whispered, "Tian Zhen, are you really crazy? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Didn't I tell you? A tomb owner has resurrected. If he crawls out of the hole, we will be in big trouble."

As the fat man spoke, he turned around and glanced at Hou Hao and others behind him.

After making sure they weren't paying attention to him, he quickly pulled his clothes to cover the gun and dagger at his waist: "There are people behind us. If something happens, I can't help."

The origins of the fat man's weapons could not be verified, but he didn't know that Xie Xia Xia had already noticed it.

It was just because of the relationship between Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing that Xie Xia Xia didn't expose it.

But this doesn't mean Xie Xia Xia will just let it go. He plans to ask the fat man about his origins after this matter is almost over.

However, Zhang Lingyu didn't care about it at all: "Fatty, I think what you said about the corpse resurrection is not necessarily true. We searched in the crypt for a long time and didn't find any coffins. How could there be a corpse resurrection? Something must be wrong when things are abnormal. We came here to investigate it clearly... Don't miss any weird places, be careful."

Just as Zhang Lingyu finished speaking, the fat man's voice suddenly became strange: "Tian Zhen, do you think it's weird if someone sits in a cemetery in the middle of the night?"

Hearing this, Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao stopped at the same time, looked at the fat man, and asked in unison: "What do you mean by this?"

The fat man raised his fat hand tremblingly and pointed in a direction not far away, which was the southwest in front of everyone: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be a figure..."

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, Zhuge Qing and several others quickly pulled out pistols from their waists, loaded bullets instantly, and moved skillfully and uniformly, with the muzzles of the guns pointed in the direction the fat man pointed.

Soon after, Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao also nervously noticed that there was indeed a blurry figure there, surrounded by layers of white fog, which looked extremely strange.

The figure was small, but he was wearing an ill-fitting coat and was performing some strange ritual movements facing the moon. The white mist around him seemed to be gathering towards him, and at the same time, the unpleasant smell became stronger.

"Who's over there? Put your hands up and turn around!" Xie Xia Xia frowned and shouted loudly.

However, at this moment, a sudden cold and strange wind swept in, rolling up the sand and gravel on the ground and rushing towards everyone.

Everyone had to quickly cover their eyes with their hands to prevent being hit by sand and gravel.

When they looked in that direction again, they found that there was no one on the grave. The man had disappeared inexplicably.

This scene made Zhuge Qing and others feel a chill on their backs. The white fog around them suddenly became thicker and finally surrounded them completely.

Hou Hao and the other two instinctively formed a triangle defense formation. Zhuge Qing and Guo Mu also stood back to back in a well-trained manner, holding pistols and looking around vigilantly.

In comparison, the fat man's performance seems a little funny.

He stood beside Zhang Lingyu, looking around, and wanted to reach for his gun, but felt it was not appropriate, so he drew out the dagger from his waist.

"Damn it, who is playing tricks over there!" The fat man's loud voice even scared Zhang Lingyu.

"What are you shouting about!" Zhang Lingyu said unhappily.

The fat man looked at Zhang Lingyu seriously and said, "Naive, you don't understand. This is called momentum. Under any circumstances, we must not lose to others in momentum, otherwise we won't be able to scare them."

Feng Baobao rolled her eyes helplessly, and Zhang Lingyu also sighed. The fat man is still the fat man, and his thinking is always different.

"Hehehe..." At this moment, a hoarse laughter seemed to come from all directions in the white fog at the same time. It was impossible to tell whether the laughter was male or female, and it made people feel creepy.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Lingyu keenly noticed that there seemed to be a figure approaching in the white fog.

"Excuse me, do you think I look like a human or a god?" A voice came from the white fog.

Upon hearing this, Hou Hao and others frowned solemnly: "Who is it? Don't play tricks!" They all pointed their pistols at the figure that was gradually approaching from the white fog.

However, the voice came again, without responding to their questions, but just asked: "Excuse me, do you think I look like a human or a god?"

As the words fell, the mysterious figure walked out from the white mist. But when everyone really saw the man's appearance, they were stunned.

Standing in front of them was a hunchbacked old man with an extremely ugly appearance, small eyes, a long face, turned-out yellow eyebrows, twisted wrinkles on his face, and a messy yellow beard.

When seeing this face, the four words "sly eyes" instinctively emerged in everyone's mind.

The fat man's eyes widened when he saw this face: "Damn it! It's you again, you wretched old bastard! You really are haunting me!"

After hearing this, Zhang Lingyu looked at the fat man in confusion: "Do you know him?"

The fat man was so angry that he almost yelled, "Of course I know him! He's the tomb owner who pretended to be dead! I didn't lie to you, did I? Doesn't he look wretched and ugly?"

However, the man standing opposite them seemed to turn a deaf ear to the fat man's insults and continued to laugh: "Excuse me, do you think I look like a human or a god?"

At this time, Feng Baobao frowned: "Something is wrong, he is not some resurrected tomb owner..."

Seeing Feng Baobao looking like he was facing a great enemy, Zhang Lingyu hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?" Feng Baobao nodded gently, staring at the mysterious old man, "What he kept muttering was asking for a title from us."

"Asking for a title?" Zhuge Qing couldn't help but ask curiously.

Feng Baobao answered solemnly, "Yes, all animals will ask for titles after they have cultivated to a certain level. Some animals that have achieved success in cultivation want to break through the bottleneck, so they will find a time to ask a predestined person. If they get a positive answer, their power will increase greatly; otherwise, it will decline."

"What?" Zhuge Qing said in astonishment, "You mean the person we are seeing now is an animal that has transformed into a spirit? Isn't that a demon?"

"You could say that..." Feng Baobao was ready for battle, and was clearly wary of this unidentifiable monster.

There was one thing Feng Baobao did not tell others: from the beginning she felt that the aura of this monster was somewhat familiar, and it felt like it was one of the five immortals who had a close relationship with the Ma family in Northeast China.

"Excuse me, do you think I look like a human or a god..."

Just as several people were discussing in confusion, the hoarse voice came again.

It seems that if I don't answer this question, it will keep asking...

Faced with this sudden and strange incident, Hou Hao and others were at a loss for a moment. They could only stare vigilantly at the old man who exuded an ominous aura, not knowing how to respond.

The three of them were full of doubts about the monster that Feng Baobao had mentioned before, but they were unable to make an accurate judgment.

Guo Mu, Hou Hao and others had similar reactions, they were surprised and suspicious of Feng Baobao's words.

However, Zhuge Qing was different. Although he was also surprised, he did not doubt Feng Baobao's judgment.

This was not because he particularly trusted Feng Baobao, but because he trusted Huang Miao who sent Feng Baobao here.

He believed that anyone who was sent by Huang Miao alone to carry out a mission must not be too bad.

So, Zhuge Qing frowned and looked at Feng Baobao, and asked directly: "What should we do now? Will he pose a threat to us?"

This question hits the nail on the head, but Feng Baobao can't give a definite answer for the moment.

She just judged that the old man was asking for a title based on what he kept repeating.

However, Feng Baobao was not sure what form the old man took. But she knew that she had to be careful when she encountered someone asking for a title.

There is a saying among the people in Northeast China: If you meet someone asking this question in the wild, be careful in responding.

If it is said to be like a human, the spirit's cultivation will be further advanced; but if it is said to be like a god, it may bear great karma, and even people with weak fate may die on the spot. Of course, there are various other theories, and it is difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.

When Feng Baobao was wondering, he suddenly heard the fat man's voice: "Practice hard, do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and you will be rewarded in the future and ascend to the Ziwei!"

Hearing this, Feng Baobao looked at the fat man in confusion. This answer neither said that he was like a human nor like a god. It gave the monster a response but did not really meet its request for a title. Feng Baobao did not expect that the fat man could say such a thing.

However, just as the fat man finished speaking, several people clearly saw that the old man's eyes began to turn red, and his hoarse voice became more and more urgent: "Excuse me, let me ask you, do you think I look like a human or a god?"

Feng Baobao's face suddenly changed when she heard this. She realized that something was wrong. Normally, she shouldn't ask any more questions after answering. But the old man in front of her was getting more and more pressing, even pressing harder.

The wind around was getting stronger and stronger, and the temperature was dropping rapidly.

In just a few seconds, Hou Hao discovered that the ground under his feet was covered with a layer of white frost.

The old man seemed to quickly lock onto Guo Mu, whose breathing was the most chaotic, and stared at her with his eyes and questioned her.

Guo Mu was already flustered, and she was even more terrified in this weird scene. She just felt her head was numb and couldn't think about anything else. These voices seemed to keep drilling into her mind, making her suffer.

Finally, Guo Mu couldn't bear the psychological pressure anymore and blurted out, "Like a human!"

In an instant, as Guo Mu finished his words, before anyone could react, Guo Mu's body went limp and fell to the ground.

"Guo Mu, what's wrong with you!" Zhuge Qing quickly squatted down to check, but Guo Mu was no longer moving.

Her expression was terrified, her eyes were wide open, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

At this moment, Hou Hao, Pan Xing and Xie Xia Xia all realized that the strange person in front of them was the culprit of everything.

Because the soldiers who were unconscious in the infirmary had almost the same expressions as Guo Mu.

"Kacha..." Hou Hao angrily opened the safety of the pistol and asked the old man: "Who are you?"

But at this moment, the old man showed an expression of great enjoyment. It was visibly that the old man's temperament suddenly improved.

"Oh no! This isn't asking for a title. This is using the disguise of asking for a title to borrow someone's soul!"

Feng Baobao suddenly reacted and revealed the secret, "This monster is quite powerful and actually uses human souls to practice! This is an evil way and it is disguised as seeking a title! If the person answers that it looks like a human, it means that he has agreed to lend the human soul to him; if the person answers that it looks like a god, it means that he has given the god's soul to him!"

Zhang Lingyu's eyes widened in shock when he heard this.

When he was learning ancient medicine, Huang Miao once told him: People have three souls: heaven, earth and man, and none of them can be missing. This also made Zhang Lingyu react immediately. Those unconscious soldiers were probably hit by a trick and their yang souls were borrowed.

Seeing the old man's eyes fixed on Hou Hao again and approaching step by step, still repeating the same sentence, Zhang Lingyu became extremely anxious.

"Be careful!" he said as he took a few steps forward.

But at this moment, the old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Lingyu.

A powerful pressure suddenly hit Zhang Lingyu, who was caught off guard, and he took several steps back.

The moment he met those eyes, Zhang Lingyu felt as if he was in hell. When he came to his senses, he was already covered in cold sweat. (End of this chapter)