genius divination

Chapter 186
Two days later, Wu Changqing, the current patriarch of the Wu family, came out of the police station. The owner of the small restaurant looked a little ugly.

Fan Jiannan was waiting for him outside, and Po Jun was waiting in the car at the intersection, and when he saw him, he went up to meet him. "Have you seen them? Let's go back to Jiannan first."

Wu Changqing nodded silently, and followed them to Wufeng Pavilion on the pedestrian street.

Sitting in Fan Jiannan's office, everyone was a little silent.Finally Wu Changqing asked, "Where are those people?"

"They don't seem to be in a hurry to leave, as if they want to temporarily avoid the limelight. But their every move is under control, and they may not be able to leave if they want to." Po Jun whispered.

"Since they are still there, today I will let them stay forever. The Wu family is hidden from the world, but they have never had the habit of forbearance." Wu Changqing said lightly.

Fan Jiannan lowered his head and said, "I'll go with you."

"This is a matter of the Wu family." Wu Changqing glanced at him and said, "You don't need to get involved in it."

"Not anymore. Since I knew them, it has become my business. If I don't go, I can't feel at ease." Fan Jiannan looked at a decoration on the wall and sighed.It was a willow mask with an ancient shape, a Nuo mask.This was a gift from the little girl from the Wu family to Feng Yuan.Fan Jiannan still didn't tell Feng Yuan about the death of the grandparents of the Wu family, he didn't know how to speak.

Wu Changqing looked at him and nodded.

In a room on the outskirts, a person was pacing restlessly.His name is Fei, and he is a wizard and one of the most ruthless enforcers of the European League of Wizardry.Looking at the men and women in the living room who were still having fun, he was a little annoyed.These bloody bastards!In his eyes, people like Charmon are not real wizards at all, but just a group of amateur witchcraft enthusiasts who can no longer be amateurs.

"Turn off the music." Fei shouted coldly.

"Why? Fei, music and wine are the eternal art." Charmon said with a smile, "Don't worry about those Chinese, they can't find it here, you should relax. Maybe you should go and have fun with Kenny Psychic games. Maybe some more stimulating drugs?"

"I said turn off the damn music?" Fei shouted angrily. "This is China, not your estate, and this is not a game. You guys are a bunch of brainless bastards. We are in danger now. Damn, you understand?"

"Hey, I'm the baron. When did Charmon of the Magic Dawn need you to tell me what to do? If it wasn't for your hostess invitation, we wouldn't be here. Two of our companions died a few days ago, So we need music, we need to relax our spirits." Charmont sneered.His injury is still not healed, and his face is very pale.

"Damn it, these idiots can't communicate at all." Fei turned around angrily. As a wizard, he already felt some kind of uneasiness in his heart.hostess?The witch Monica is also worthy?She is just an anonymous executor like herself.

He had already made up his mind, if Monica still didn't give him a clear answer tomorrow, he would leave this dangerous place first no matter what.Just let those stupid pigs stay here and wait to die!He glared at Charmont angrily, and turned away.

Several wizards in the living room are playing psychic games, and there are crystal balls on the table with the magic circle drawn.Several young men and women gathered around the table, holding each other's hands and seemed to be having a good time.Fei shook his head feebly, this group of loosely organized guys is really boring enough, even this low-level game is so fun to play.I really don't understand why Monica asked them for help.

Fei sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette. Before the lighter in his hand could reach his mouth, sparks several feet away suddenly shot out, almost igniting his hair.It really startled him.And those sorcerers who were playing ancient psychic games also let out an exclamation, and the crystal ball floated up without warning, floating on the table.

While everyone was staring at the crystal ball in a daze.The crystal ball shattered and fell to the ground. "Not good! Someone is coming!" Fei shouted and rushed to the window.It was getting late, and there was a mist downstairs at some point, and even the moonlight could not shine into the dance.Until a person came out of it, or it looked like a demon god.Because of the mask on his face, and because of the black robe on his body, he looked extremely weird.

"Boom, boom, boom" This man's movements are very graceful and agile, like an ancient dance step, but he is beating a drum in his hand.The rhythm of the drum is simple, but straight to the heart.The sound of the drum seems to come from ancient times, and it also seems to come from their heartbeat.

"Damn, what is this?" Charmont asked in horror.

"It's a demon, we summoned a demon?" The wizards who were playing psychic games just now stared blankly at the dancing monster downstairs.

"It's not a demon, it's a person, a Chinese witch! Hurry up and draw a magic defensive formation." Charmon shouted in a hurry.When they were panicking, no one noticed that Fei had quietly hid behind.

The masked weirdo downstairs was still beating the drums.No one understood what kind of rhythm he was beating.Only another sorcerer standing far away said to Fan Jiannan in a low voice, "This is voodoo music, the song is Nine Songs, and this song is Guoshang."

Fan Jiannan stood silently, looking at the witch wearing a Nuo mask.At this moment, that person was no longer the owner of a small restaurant with a smile on his face and a smell of green onion, ginger and pepper.He seems to have turned into an elf.The surrounding fog gradually receded, and the drumbeat of the elf-like wizard changed, becoming more rapid and agile.The Mountain Ghost of Witch Music and Nine Songs.

Almost all the terrified Europeans in the room collapsed, and countless phantoms danced before their eyes.The companions around had gradually turned into ghosts. They wrestled together crazily, biting each other with their fists, feet, and even teeth.

Even the strongest Fei shrank behind the sofa.A bloody formation diagram was drawn under his body, using his own blood.He tried to maintain the last bit of sobriety.I was so remorseful in my heart that I shouldn't have participated in this matter at all.It's too late now, that mysterious Chinese magician will kill everyone here.

The sorcerer's technique is extremely strange, every movement and every drumbeat of him is seamlessly combined.The shamans communicate with the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth are used by them.

Fan Jiannan originally thought that Wu Wu was like a folk dance master, a trick of pretending to be a ghost.But at this moment, he suddenly understood that the sorcerer uses this world as the formation map, and himself as the hub of the formation.Almost the entire area is under the control of his mana.

This kind of technique is very primitive, but it is very in line with the law of primitive technique. Perhaps this is the legendary way of heaven.It is also the original law followed by all the techniques of later generations.

At this time, the sound of the witch drum was more ethereal, but it caused great resonance.Even the window glass of the small building was affected one after another, shattering in large pieces.The hearts of the European wizards in that small building could no longer bear this huge shock, and they all fell down.As they die staring, the so-called amulets wrapped around their hands and necks look like a joke.

Fei, who had been hiding behind the sofa and struggling to support himself, could no longer maintain his composure, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and nose.He fumbled behind the sofa in a panic, and murmured, "Devil, this Chinese is really a devil..." Before he could finish speaking, he spit out a big mouthful of sticky blood.

"Is this the end of Jiu Ge?" Fan Jiannan looked at the still dancing figure from a distance, and asked in a low voice.

"This is the young commander in Nine Songs, and the next senior commander will end everything." The sorcerer beside Fan Jiannan replied in a low voice.

"To be honest, I am very moved. I always thought that killing is not a moving thing. But now I am moved, why?" Fan Jiannan whispered, "Maybe because of Qu Yuan?"

"It seems that you know the origin of Jiuge? Although Jiuge was created by Qu Yuan, its basis is folk shamanism. What you see now is a more original interpretation. As for the moving you said, it is because we use life We are dancing. We respect life, and the witch dance shows the power of life. We are just mourning the dead clansman with death." The wizard said lightly.

After Da Si Ming's heavy drumbeat, there were no more survivors in the small building.The witcher under the moonlight ended everything with a pious gesture. After the last drumbeat, the whole building collapsed in front of him.Even the cracked concrete turned into the finest powder.

"All life will eventually become dust, and so will all good and evil." After the Nuo mask was removed, it was Wu Changqing's tearful face.

"It's all over." Fan Jiannan walked to his side.

"Yes, it's all over. Maybe you don't know it, but this is the first time I've killed someone with my own hands. I've only killed chickens and ducks before, because my customers like the spicy chicken." Wu Changqing said in a low voice. "I'm just a small restaurant owner, not a murderer. Many times, I even forget that I am a magician. When I have to appear as a magician, I am so sad."

"Although the practitioner may not be happy, it is not a crime. It is a crime to use magic as a crime." Fan Jiannan looked at him and said.

"Yes, so I still prefer to be a small restaurant owner. I like the apron more than this wizard's robe." Wu Changqing handed the mask in his hand to another wizard, and took off the robe on his body.

"You don't want to pursue the secrets of this matter anymore, do you?" Fan Jiannan looked at him and said.

"Some people get punished, and some people die. As for the secret, is it that important? As long as someone offends the Wu family again, although I am reluctant, I will still wear a mask and this robe." Wu Changqing sighed. "I'm used to the simple life. And I can tell you're the same. We're the same kind of people, except you're a fortune-teller and I'm a restaurant owner."

Fan Jiannan smiled, he found that Wu Changqing was the one who really understood him.

　Sorry, I have something to do today, so the update is a bit late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)