I Joined the Chat Group and Was Treated As an Expert

　　Ye Feng thought about it and felt that he had nothing to hide, so he simply replied: "Yes."

　　It's really him!

　　Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and while the old Tianshi was shaking in his heart, he was also relieved.

　　Only by drawing the existence of the "Lao Jun Carrying the Sword", can he comprehend the Five Thunders in such a short period of time, and provoke thunder like punishment from the sky, right?

　　Manpower is out of reach.

　　But what if it's not human?

　　The old master suspects that this newcomer may be a real immortal!

　　Therefore.

　　Other members may know that the newcomer is strong, but have no specific concept.

　　Only the old celestial master who is proficient in the five thunders can understand how terrifying it is to be able to release the five yang thunders that are like a catastrophe!

　　"I don't know who is stronger or weaker than the immortals and Buddhas in the world where Fahai lives?"

　　The old master said to himself.

　　In the Jinshan Temple, Fahaikou recited the Buddha's name, his eyebrows lowered:

　　"Half a painting can crack the golden body of Buddha. Throughout the three realms, there are only a handful of people with such great magic power. In the chat group, there is really an extraordinary existence..."

　　The group was a little quieter.

　　Ye Feng felt like a chatter-stopper. Every time he said a word, everyone would be silent for a long time.

　　It was getting late now.

　　Rainy days and nights overlap, and the chance of evil things appearing is greatly increased.

　　Ye Feng in the previous life was a typical night owl, sleeping at one o'clock in the morning was considered early, but after coming to this world, he never dared to exceed ten o'clock in the evening!

　　The later the time, the heavier the Yin Qi!

　　Except for Inhumans, who would dare not sleep at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, that's a real head iron!

　　"It's time to sleep."

　　Ye Feng looked at the time, it was already half past nine in the evening.

　　After charging the phone, he got into the bed, closed his eyes, brewed for a moment, and soon heard a slight breathing sound.

　　The night was dark and the rain was rushing.

　　A thin figure in a red raincoat lingered on the street, pausing from time to time, and finally stopped completely and stopped outside the door of Ye Feng's store.

　　A few seconds passed.

　　A pale, unreasonably slender palm stretched out from under the red raincoat, and knocked on the door gently and rhythmically.

　　"Boom, boom, boom..."

Chapter [-] Mythical creatures, beating people

　　The sound of empty beating echoed in the middle of the night. It was not loud, but it was strange that it could not be covered by the heavy rain.

　　Three seconds passed.

　　The rhythmic knocking sounded again.

　　"call"

　　The talisman paper attached to the door burned silently and turned to ashes.

　　"squeak"

　　The door was pushed open, and a thin figure in a red raincoat walked into the store. Bright red water droplets fell down the raincoat, making the ground wet and dark red.

　　She slowly raised her head, revealing a pale face.

　　A pair of blood-colored eyes are dead and cold, without any human emotions, only an indescribable deep malice!

　　Her mouth was tightly sewn with dense threads, which was creepy.

　　Sudden.

　　On the shelf next to it, a peculiar wooden sculpture shaped like a tiger and leopard, with a head and tail like a dragon, with a pair of wings on its shoulders and a single horn on its head trembled slightly.

　　"Roar"

　　A phantom like gold and jade jumped out of the wood carving, opened its bloody mouth, and let out a silent roar.

　　The woman in the red raincoat stopped in her footsteps and turned her head to look subconsciously. The next moment, the cold and deadly hideous face showed a strong color of fear.

　　She turned and ran.

　　However, it's too late!

　　The phantom of the wood carving flashed by, and directly swallowed the red raincoat!

　　The pupils, which were flickering with a faint golden light, turned, and there was a sense of humanized satisfaction. Immediately, it turned into a streamer, and re-entered the wood carving without moving.

　　The shop has regained its calm.

　　The ground is clean and free of any water spots.

　　The rain was pouring down, and only the open door was proof that something had come in.

　　……

　　"Strange, the breath suddenly disappeared when it was nearby."

　　"Damn, every time it rains, the red raincoat has to run out to do something wrong, but it's slippery, making it escape again and again!"

　　"Don't be careless! Although the red raincoat is only the source of C-level disasters, it is too special. Some supernatural experts predict that if it keeps growing, it may become the source of S-level disasters, and it can affect the celestial phenomenon within a certain range!"

　　"That's why we have to kill it as soon as possible! It's weird, it stands to reason that there will be no rain tonight, do you think it will..."

　　In the heavy rain curtain, two black figures were running fast.

　　Their movements are extremely fast, they can span dozens of meters every second, and their eyes scan around like falcons.

　　Around their waists, each hung a gong.

　　The gong represents a special identity.

　　It is a special institution set up by the government, called "Player", divided into copper gongs, silver gongs, and golden gongs!

　　The meaning of their existence is to exterminate evil ghosts and demons, maintain the normal order of human society, and ensure the safety of ordinary people.

　　"Better not."

　　One of them was wearing square glasses, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "If she has grown to the point where she can affect the astronomical phenomena... Both of us may die here!"

　　"hey-hey."

　　The other person smiled dryly, "I'll just mention it casually. Don't worry, she's definitely not that strong, otherwise why would she run?"

　　"This is... wait!"

　　Suddenly, the two stopped together.

　　They looked solemnly at the roadside. In the pouring rain, an open shop was particularly conspicuous.

　　"Come later."

　　The man wearing square glasses had a dark expression on his face.

　　The other scolded, clenched his fists, and rushed towards the shop with a stride: "Go in and have a look, maybe there is help."

　　The man with glasses sighed and followed.

　　The Specter with the code name "Red Raincoat" didn't kill many people, so the level of disaster was not high, but none of the ordinary people she targeted could survive!

　　It haunts every rainy day, has been surrounded and suppressed several times, and escaped unharmed.

　　An expert in the field of spirituality predicted that if the red raincoat continued to kill people, sooner or later, it would grow into a source of S-rank disasters, and even if it was a sunny day, it would be able to create heavy rain out of thin air.

　　Rainy days are its home!

　　And being able to create an environment that is favorable to it means that it has mastered the most troublesome "ghost creature"!

　　At that time, no one will be able to check and balance.

　　The two rushed into the store, looked at the ground for the first time, and immediately frowned.

　　Because the floor is so clean!

　　According to the information, wherever the "red raincoat" passes, there will be large patches of blood-like rain that will disappear for at least three hours.

　　And they tracked all the way, lost the trace ten minutes ago, and searched along the way.

　　In such a short period of time, it is impossible for the blood and rain to disappear!

　　"Didn't the red raincoat come before?"

　　The two looked at each other in disbelief.

　　This is so outrageous.

　　A room with an open door is simply telling the evil thing a signal: Come and kill me!

　　"This is……"

　　Suddenly, the man wearing glasses narrowed his eyes, crouched down, and looked at the pool of black ashes under the door.

　　He stretched out his finger and touched it, and when he came close to smell it, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he quickly took off the gong hanging from his waist: "Be careful, this is the burning ashes of the talisman paper, it is corroded by the ghost! Red raincoat Absolutely here!"

　　The other person's face was stern, the scorching qi and blood all over his body were boiling, golden light appeared on his fists, and he cautiously glanced around.

　　"What level is the rune paper?"

　　"I don't know, but it is estimated that it is an ordinary low-level rune paper, otherwise it will not be able to stop the red raincoat!"

　　The man with glasses whispered.

　　Their muscles were all tense, and they moved cautiously towards the depths of the store.

　　"How do I feel..."

　　The man with glasses turned pale, "A lot of eyes are staring at me?"