"You're thinking shit!" the old Taoist cursed, "How could I have a bastard disciple like you!"

Exorcising ghosts and catching monsters is like exchanging lives for money. Do you really think that those monsters and monsters are just vegetarians, standing there waiting for people to kill them? You still don't know how to resist?

Thinking of the rampant demons nowadays, secretly colluding with warlords, and wantonly devouring living people.

The hundreds of millions of people within the territory of Tangtang Yuanyue have now become the food of these demons from the outside world.

The old Taoist felt sad in his heart.

"If only the true blood and true strength were still there" he couldn't help but start to sigh again.

It's a pity that martial arts is in decline now, and Zhenjin can't even get past the second level of blood, let alone other things.

As for true blood, not to mention, if the bloodline is severed, it is even worse than true strength.

"Speaking of which, let's go and join our old friend in this world first." The old Taoist said in a deep voice, "That was my fellow disciple back then, but later he was disabled due to an accident, and then he stopped fighting with others and concentrated on cultivating his body. The result was that

It was a good situation at that time.”

Speaking of that senior brother, he felt a little sad for a while.

"Old man, what's your senior brother's name?" the young Taoist asked curiously.

"Zhou Xingtong. Remember to call me Uncle Zhou when you arrive."

"oh."

Just when an old man and a young man passed by on the street.

On the third floor of a restaurant not far away, sitting by the window, Wei He suddenly slapped his wrist, and the tea in the cup he was holding was swaying slightly.

He just seemed to hear someone say a name, a name he was once very familiar with.

Turning his head and looking down from the third floor window, Wei He didn't see any familiar faces except for the bustling flow of people and cars.

I never heard the sound of that name again.

"Is it an illusion?" He frowned.

Previously, he followed the paw prints and looked for them in that direction, and at the same time, he kept asking for news about the Crow King.

Unfortunately, still nothing was found.

He had some doubts as to whether the Crow King was Senior Sister Yuandu Zi, but now that there were no other clues, he could only keep looking for it.

To be honest, this Ningzhou city seemed a bit strange to him.

There seems to be some kind of secret hidden in the darkness.

Many people here often show a slight sense of numbness on their faces.

Many people, as long as there is no death in their own family, they are accustomed to it and it is commonplace.

Picking up the tea, Wei He drank it all in one gulp. The hot green tea made him feel a little anxious and slowly calmed down.

After more than thirty years of waiting, his state of mind has been tempered to the point of being completely stable.

‘Where should we start checking next?’ Wei He thought in his mind.

The Crow King is obviously a story similar to folklore. If you want to really find the Crow King, you must first determine whether there are any witnesses.

First, we need to determine whether the Crow King really exists.

Then, collect all relevant information to verify the Crow King's various habits, characteristics, living range, etc.

These things are very troublesome for ordinary people, but for Wei He, they are very simple. After all, he is extremely fast and energetic.

Just thinking about the next arrangements.

Suddenly, on the street below, a white car with toad eyes drove slowly past, trembling and puffing.

A pale young man in the car caught Wei He's attention.

"Is that the little guy who talked to me that day at the Sendai?"

Wei He recognized at a glance that the weak-looking young man in the car was none other than Zhong Ling, who had been vigorous and energetic a few days ago.

"What's going on? Are you so depleted of energy and blood?" He glanced over and saw that Zhong Ling was weak at the moment and might be about to burp at any time.

But the strange thing is that this kind of deficit cannot reach this level even if he plays songs every night and indulges in crazy lust these past few days.

You must know that the human body has a self-protection mechanism.

Without medication in a short period of time, it would be difficult to indulge to this extent.

However, Wei He and the other party are neither relatives nor friends. Whether this person is dead or alive, what does it have to do with him?

So he just glanced at it and then looked away.

At this moment, suddenly, he felt a clear gaze falling on him.

Instinctively, Wei He instantly followed that gaze.

Just behind the car in which the exhausted young man was riding, a middle-aged woman with a dull complexion and ordinary appearance was looking up at him.

She is the master of eyes.

The woman was discovered, but she didn't panic. She still stared straight at Wei He without blinking.

She seemed to have been following the car at first, but when she saw Wei He, she stopped following the car and stopped in place, staring closely at Wei He with a look of greed, surprise, and extreme desire.

It's hard to imagine that a person's eyes can reveal so many complex expressions.

But Wei He was clear and felt these emotions from the other party.

"Huh?" He frowned, not knowing why.

That woman looks like an ordinary person, why does she look at people like this?

This feeling is like

It's like looking at some extremely delicious food

With a crash, Wei He pushed away his chair and stood up.

He planned to go down and see what was going on.

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Bell Mansion.

Zhong Ling sat back on the leather chair in the hall with a longing expression on his face, with almost no energy in his body.

But despite this, he still looked at the tall monk opposite with some excitement.

"Master Mi Fang, thank you for your hard work and coming all the way to help my dog ​​exorcise evil spirits. Don't worry, after the work is completed, Zhong will definitely give you double the incense money you agreed on!"

Zhong Ling's father, Zhong Jiuquan, cupped his fists with a sincere expression.

Zhong Jiuquan is wearing a white bear skin mandarin jacket. He is tall and powerful, and his facial features make him look solemn and determined to do what he says.

He also relied on this appearance to win people's trust countless times in the business world, and thus gradually achieved his current achievements.

Even in Ningzhou City, he, Zhong Jiuquan, can be considered one of the top three richest people.

Of course, if someone wants to treat him as a fat sheep, they have to see if the hundreds of guns he has raised will respond.

Not long ago, my son suddenly became possessed by an evil spirit. He slept most of the day and lost weight day by day.

After Zhong Jiuquan learned about the situation, he quickly sent someone to invite the famous Master Mi Fang to his home to exorcise his son's evil spirits.

"Mr. Zhong, you're welcome." Master Mi Fang smiled and nodded, then turned his eyes to Zhong Ling, who looked weak.

"It does look like the situation is not good. But it doesn't matter. The poor monk has an evil-dispelling talisman passed down from his ancestors. If you use one, the problem should be gone."

His tone was firm, and he held his beard confidently.

In fact, he didn't know any exorcism spells at all. He could barely cure minor troubles and problems by using some old things left by his ancestors.

But his cleverness lies in not taking on cases that he is unsure of.

Also, the more confident you are during treatment, the more convinced your clients will be.

The more strenuous the treatment, the more reassured the client will be.

In this way, even if there are any sequelae or troubles due to your own problems in the end, the other party will be able to forgive you to the greatest extent.

When he saw Zhong Ling, it was no different from the type he had treated before. He no longer hesitated.

"Without further delay, let's start exorcising evil spirits first." Master Mi Fang suggested.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Master."

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Wei He paid the money and walked downstairs slowly.
To be continued...