Chapter 27 The Hunt Begins! Help Leng Qing Boost His Sales!

Not long after, the young woman took Wang Feng to where her husband worked.

Located in the city center of Shanghai, there stands a not-so-tall office building, which seems somewhat inconspicuous against the backdrop of the surrounding skyscrapers.

"Master Hunter, my husband works at XX Company on the sixth floor of this office building."

"Well, take me upstairs."

The young woman hurriedly led the way, taking Wang Feng into the office building with hurried steps, and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw a company with a sign that said "XX Media".

"Master Hunter, my husband is the man wearing a floral tie and a suit."

The young woman pointed through the glass door with trembling fingers towards a location near the floor-to-ceiling window, where a man who looked to be about thirty years old was sitting, busy working on a computer.

Wang Feng looked in the direction she pointed, and was about to nod to indicate that he understood, ready to go in immediately to quickly complete the commission.

At this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he keenly sensed a faint and extremely obscure aura of black magic slowly approaching him.

Wang Feng turned around calmly and saw a man in a neat suit, shiny leather shoes and a black tie passing by him in a hurry and going straight into the bathroom.

"A black magician...is actually working as a white-collar worker?" Wang Feng felt a strong sense of weirdness in his heart. This scene was really too incongruous.

He subconsciously activated his mental power, which spread out instantly like an invisible tide, detecting the entire floor.

He wouldn't have known this if he hadn't checked. Once he did, he was shocked to find that there were as many as double-digit people carrying the aura of black magic on this floor!

"No, these people are not dark magicians. They have just been exposed to dark magic frequently recently, which is why they have been infected with this aura!"

"Master Hunter? What's wrong with you?" The young woman saw Wang Feng suddenly fall into deep thought, with a look of confusion and uneasiness on his face, and asked cautiously.

"It's okay, you go home first. There are too many people here now, it's not a good place to do anything. When your husband gets off work, I will find a remote and less crowded place to help him get rid of the parasitic demons in his body." Wang Feng came back to his senses, his expression calmed down, and he comforted softly.

After hearing this, the young woman was confused and worried, but at this moment she could only choose to believe the hunter who had saved her.

She nodded blankly, looking back every few steps, and finally left the office building slowly.

The moment the young woman left, Wang Feng quietly entered the bathroom.

"Hey, friend~"

Wang Feng walked up to the man emitting the aura of black magic and greeted him.

The man was startled and even spilled a few drops of the yellow liquid onto his trouser legs.

He turned his head angrily and was about to scold, but suddenly he felt his eyelids heavy, and then he lost consciousness, his body leaning limply against the wall.

"That's it? That won't do~"

Then, Wang Feng stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the other person's eyebrows. Using the abilities of [Mind Tragedy] and [Dream Weaving], he began to search the other person's memory.

After a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.

"What a stroke of luck! I didn't expect this to be a branch of the Black Church!"

Wang Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

Without any hesitation, Wang Feng took out his cell phone and called Leng Qing.

"Senior Sister Leng Qing, is this year's sales enough? If not, I have a bigger one here!"

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After informing Leng Qing, Wang Feng was not idle either.

He used the power of [Psychic Tragedy] to quietly lead out the dozen or so employees who were tainted with the aura of black magic one by one.

Then repeat the previous operation and search their memories one by one.

Soon, Wang Feng pieced together a roster of the Black Church from the memories of these people.

He looked through the list carefully, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"That's a lot of people. If you do the math, the bounty is almost 170 million."

"I won't hesitate to accept this reward!"

His eyes flashed, and a mysterious magic circle instantly appeared under his feet, with runes flowing and emitting a faint light.

"Instant! Possession!" Wang Feng shouted in a low voice.

In an instant, he felt a powerful force surging from deep within his body, as if endless energy was surging in his body.

His figure was already tall, and now he had grown even taller, his muscles becoming stronger, making his originally fitted clothes look tight.

Wang Feng walked to the mirror and looked at his current appearance.

A pair of furry wolf ears appeared on his head, shaking slightly with his movements.

The originally jet-black short hair has now turned silver-white, emitting a cold luster.

"Is this the transcendental power [Beast Power]? He has a physique comparable to a general, his control over the ice element has improved, he can even use magic... and his five senses have become even more acute."

Wang Feng clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his body, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Then the hunt begins!"

Wang Feng glanced at the dozen or so unconscious employees nearby, then his body merged into the shadows and disappeared without a trace.

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The top floor of the office building.

"Sir, the Holy Earth Spring must be on Mo Fan's body. Why don't you just capture him?"

A man wearing a metal mask and a black cloak was half-kneeling on the ground, his tone filled with anxiety and unwillingness.

"Yuang, are you questioning my decision?"

Standing in front of Yu Ang was a man in a blue suit.

His voice was calm, yet contained a chilling aura.

"I dare not!" Yu Ang immediately lowered his head, with a hint of panic in his voice.

The man in the blue suit slowly turned around, with his back to Yu Ang, and looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the bustling crowd on the street.

"No wonder you were abandoned by Hu Jin, you are so stupid!"

Yuang's body trembled slightly and his head drooped even lower.

"What if Mo Fan doesn't have the Holy Spring? Furthermore, if we take action, regardless of success or failure, it will undoubtedly arouse the suspicion of the Inquisition. All our plans will be ruined! If Lord Salan blames us, can you bear the responsibility?"

His tone became heavier and heavier, and the last sentence was almost a growl.

However, he did not receive a response from Yu Ang. The blue-robed deacon frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "What, are you mute? You can't even reply?"

"He's not mute, he's just no longer able to answer your questions, Mr. Blue Butler~"

A strange and teasing voice suddenly sounded in the room.

The blue-clothed deacon was startled and turned around quickly, only to see a young man about two meters tall with wolf ears appear behind him at some point.

"You!" The blue-clothed deacon's pupils suddenly shrank, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

"One hundred and twenty million!"

Wang Feng's fist blasted out like lightning, hitting the blue-clothed deacon's abdomen hard.

At the same time, a [Psychic Shock] silently invaded the spiritual world of the blue-clothed butler, completely disrupting his consciousness.

"Bang--!"

The blue-robed deacon didn't even have time to scream before his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, smashing the French window behind him, drawing an arc in the air, and falling towards the street below.

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At the same time, a royal lady with long black hair and wearing a cheongsam hurried here with dozens of judges from the trial council.

"This place must be completely sealed off, and no one can be let out!"

"Yes, Judge Leng Qing!"

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