I really don't want to be a master

Chapter 141

Looking at the police car going away, Hu Meng was expressionless, and no one could see what he was thinking.Wangcai said cautiously: "Young Master Meng, that old guy doesn't know how to flatter you, so you don't have to worry about it. Our psychic media association is full of talents, and there is no shortage of his old garlic at any time. Besides, he is so disrespectful to you. If it weren't for your generosity, I would have killed him!"

"What do you know?" Hu Meng waved his hands and said calmly, "Shen Haishan was born with a sense of righteousness. He has cultivated this righteousness for decades, and he has great restraint against all evil spirits. He can even bless A community is safe and secure without attracting evil spirits. This is not something ordinary police can do, not even you. There are many people under my command who can practice three-legged cat psychics, but like this There is really no one who can exorcise ghosts and evil spirits."

"Yes, Meng Shao has a unique eye, and his subordinates have a mortal eye, so naturally it is far behind." Wang Cai flattered him while dragging his words.

"Hahahahaha..."

Hu Meng was teased by Wangcai and laughed, turned around and walked into the stadium, saying: "Anyway, he didn't expressly refuse, he only said that he would consider it, join the National Security Bureau, and learn psychic magic to drive away ghosts and demons. Not everyone can resist this temptation. Just wait for two more days, if he still hasn't answered after two days..."

Hu Meng pondered for a moment, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "If he still hasn't replied after two days, we must resort to some means to make him obediently take the bait. A talent must be used to the best of its ability, and all the righteous energy in him will be drawn out." Come out and practice on me, hehe, with his arrogance today, there are naturally many ways to concoct him."

There was a hint of fear in Wangcai's eyes. He thought he had a deep understanding of the "many concocting methods" that Hu Meng said. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Young Master Meng, you are really tall! I only know how to be reckless and foolishly compared with your realm. It’s been a thousand miles away, and I used the enemy for me without anyone noticing, and finally took away everything he had, making his life worse than death! Young Master Meng, no matter who opposes you, it will be It's suicidal!"

There was a trace of complacency on the corner of Hu Meng's mouth, but it soon faded away. With such a city at such a young age, it's no wonder that he can be alone in T City.With such scheming and means, not to mention his father's status and power, his own ability is enough to accomplish great things.Wangcai has followed Hu Meng for many years, he is a confidant in his confidant, he knows his temperament very well, he seems very happy to see him, he can't help asking in wonder: "Meng Shao, I think you are in a good mood, I don't know what made you If you are so happy, why not say it to make your subordinates feel happy too."

Hu Meng said indifferently: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and do your job well. Is the surrounding area blocked? Make sure everything is safe, and no one can see what happened here."

Wangcai hastily and respectfully said: "According to your instructions, everything has been arranged! The gymnasium has been cordoned off at least 1000 meters away. The 7625 Special Forces Unit has searched the area several times with thermal imaging equipment, and confirmed that all but There are no other heat sources other than the policemen who fell. And our team members have already arranged a large array of soul attraction, even if there are a few fish that slip through the net, they will be involuntarily sucked away and become a vegetative state."

"Okay," Hu Meng nodded in satisfaction and said, "Let's start then."

The two walked towards the center of the gymnasium. The countless broken corpses along the way did not affect their footsteps at all, and they turned a blind eye to the blood everywhere.Wangcai stopped at a distance of more than ten meters. Only Hu Meng walked to the middle of the huge stage. He took out a small black flag and stuck it on the ground.The floor of the stage is made of thick steel plates for load bearing, but the little black flag inserted into the steel plates is effortless, just like chopsticks piercing tofu.

"Raise the flag!" Hu Meng yelled, and immediately, small black flags were erected in every corner of the stadium, and those who came with Hu Meng had one hand and solemn expressions.Hu Meng closed his eyes and did not move, as if he was praying for something. After a long while, he suddenly shouted: "Yin and Yang are separated, heaven and earth are rational, people have their own way, ghosts have their own way, guide!"

"Thunderbolt!" There was a thunderclap in the dark night sky, and black lights shot out from the tops of dozens of small black flags, and the black lights gathered together to form a huge pocket.This pocket is not too much, and it just covers the stadium. It is like a tenth-force wind blowing in the stadium, flying sand and rocks into chaos.The wind is getting stronger and stronger, forming a huge tornado in the stadium. The diameter of this tornado is more than ten meters, which is daunting.But the strange thing is that this terrifying tornado only rolled up corpses and blood all over the place, without any damage to the seats and other facilities in the stadium, and it had no effect on those holding small flags.

This process lasted for about a quarter of an hour, and the broken limbs and bloody ground of nearly ten thousand people in the stadium were absorbed by the big cloth bag in the sky!The entire stadium has taken on a new look, and the previous hell-like scene has disappeared, just like a dream.Hu Meng waved the small black flag in his hand three times, and shouted loudly: "Invite the soul!"

The huge tornado kept spinning, and its suction was getting stronger and stronger. Countless black smoke visible to the naked eye appeared above the stadium. These black smoke flashed countless pictures, all of which were memory fragments of individual human beings.All memory fragments have one thing in common - broken, messy, scary.

The black smoke all over the sky was involuntarily swept in by the tornado, and the stern faces wailed silently in pain.As more and more black smoke was drawn into the huge cloth bag, the small flag in Hu Meng's hand became more and more monstrous. The rich black was like a bottomless abyss, able to attract people's hearts and minds.

The huge tornado lasted for 5 minutes. When everything calmed down, the Haiyan River in the stadium was clear, and the sky was full of stars twinkling. It was a peaceful and peaceful scene.Who would have thought that this place was still a hell on earth just a few minutes ago, but after just a few minutes, it has become a pure land of lotus flowers.

"Crack!" There was a slight crisp sound, and the flagpole of a small black flag in a person's hand in the distance broke automatically. , the others are all broken.Hu Meng looked excitedly at the small black flag in his hand, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a roar: "Dementor flag! I've made it! Hahahaha..."

"Congratulations, Young Master Meng! Congratulations, Young Master Meng!"

Wangcai and the others congratulated each other in unison, their voices were loud and uniform, and they did not know how many times they had practiced before they could cooperate so tacitly.Hu Meng laughed wildly for a while, and put the flag away with his backhand. As soon as he retracted the expression on his face, he immediately changed back to that gentle and elegant rich man.He said indifferently: "The Dementor Banner has been refined, and the Painted Skin Ghost can't be kept anymore, have you found any trace of it?"

"..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one answered Hu Meng's question for a while.

"Huh?" Hu Meng's face turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? Did it lose its trace?"

"Young Master Meng, all the Yin Ling banners around the stadium have not changed, and it has definitely not left here," Wangcai said cautiously, "But..., but the subordinates and others have searched the entire stadium, and only found this one. "

Wangcai handed a small black bead to Hu Meng. Hu Meng took a glance and his expression changed drastically. He said in shock, "Huapi bead? How is this possible? It's impossible!"

Hu Meng's emotions are very changeable. He was excited like a wild animal when he was refining the Dementing Soul Banner, and he turned into a gentle and elegant nobleman in a blink of an eye. But after seeing the painted skin beads handed over by Wangcai, he was furious like a thunderbolt, spreading a powerful force , the whole person is like a god descending from the earth.Seeing that Hu Meng was angry, everyone hurriedly knelt down on the ground, and Wangcai said tremblingly: "Young Master Meng, calm down, we don't believe it's true, but..."

Hu Meng's anger was suppressed as soon as he released it, and his face was calm and breezy again, which made people wonder if the anger just now was an illusion.He said blankly: "The painted skin beads can only condense when the painted skin ghost disappears, and only the remnant of the painted skin ghost's thousand years of resentment can condense this unlucky thing, so the painted skin ghost has already been killed? "

　Occasionally, I went to Baidu to search my own book, and found that the pirated version of Jun has already started a prairie fire, and Tieba Jun has also started to update. It is really a thriving scene.The old man feels both pain and happiness. Prosperous piracy means that many people like this book. How can you not be happy if you can write works that people like?But at the same time, rampant piracy means the loss of genuine readers. Recently, subscriptions have dropped slightly, clicks and recommendations have dropped sharply, and collections have also increased slowly.

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　　In addition, the update speed of the brothers in the post bar must be a few chapters slower...

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