"Who are you? How can you possess such natural spiritual power with your mortal body? You..."

Wan Qiang didn't wait for the old man to finish his words before continuing in a stern voice, "You've harmed so many people. I am the retribution bestowed upon you by Heaven."

She made seals with her hands and muttered something.

"Those who are about to fight shall all be arrayed in front... and be executed!"

The old man was very unwilling.

His eyes were wide open.

I want to escape, but... where should I escape to?

He had nowhere to escape...

He has only one outcome: death!

After a scream of "Ah~", the old man died on the spot. His body, which was not very attractive to the eyes, quickly shrank into a ball, and finally returned to its original shape, becoming a ball of red thread.

Mao Anying and the others, having heard the noise, returned and saw the ball of red thread on the ground. They first spoke to Qinghe, "Master, where is that monster? Why is there only a ball of red thread left?"

Ma Tianci made a well-reasoned analysis and asked, "Could it be that... his master beat him to death?"

Mao Anying is a girl.

Girls are more attentive. She glanced at Wan Qiang's calm demeanor, then at the ball of red thread on the ground, and said thoughtfully, "Wangchuan Temple was formerly Yue Lao Temple, and the Yue Lao has always been enshrined there."

"Master, if I'm not mistaken, the monster should be this ball of red thread on the ground, right?"

The more he talked about it, the more Mao Anying felt that this was possible.

She propped her chin on one hand and stared at the red thread on the ground for a few seconds. Then, she continued, "The red thread was contaminated by the foul air of the mortal world, and it developed intelligence and began to do evil things..."

Mao Anying's analysis was so logical that Ma Tianci and Chao Qinghe really looked at her with new eyes.

Of course, the one who was even more impressed with Mao Anying was Wan Qiang. She looked at him meaningfully, "If you have any other opinions, go on."

Mao Anying heard the voice and bowed to Wan Qiang, "Since Master said so, Anying will continue."

"In my opinion, this red line..."

“…”

"Master, that's my opinion!"

Mao Anying is really awesome.

She elaborated on many possible ways in which the red thread might have been contaminated by foul air, and even gave a specific conclusion: she felt that someone had done it on purpose!

Wan Qiang's face showed no emotion. In her heart, she already gave a thumbs-up to this new disciple, the heir of the Mao family, the dragon exorcist clan.

Such exquisite and sophisticated thoughts are not something that ordinary people can learn!

For example, Ma Tianci and Mao Anying on the side cannot be mentioned in the same breath! Of course, this refers to the delicate and agile mind, not the cultivation level!

"Your opinion is very pertinent." As she spoke, Wan Qiang waved her hand, and the ball of red thread rose into the air, spreading out like a net...

Various turbid energies emerged one after another.

While enveloping him with the purest spiritual power, Wan Qiang looked at her three disciples and said, "The traces of Nanyang's evil magic are obvious. The incident at Wangchuan Temple is definitely related to them."

"Master, what should we do now?" the three asked Wan Qiang in unison, "Should we report the situation truthfully to Director Lan?"

Lan Qiang shook her head. "To put it mildly, this is the personal behavior of a Nanyang sorcerer, and it doesn't interfere with the diplomatic relations between the two countries. To put it more broadly, it's a contest between the two countries, and it's a premeditated and organized attack on our country by the Nanyang side..."

“…”

“…………”

Wan Qiang said a lot, but without exception, all of her words were out of concern for the international situation.

Also, in order to avoid war, we must push forward the matter of the devil's coming to the world!

After hearing her words, the three disciples looked at each other in confusion.

"Master," Ma Tianci said, "If we don't report it for now, what should we do?"

Wan Qiang already had some consideration in mind.

When Ma Tianci asked, she said, "This is the first task that Master has given you."

Hearing the word "mission", Mao Anying became excited, "Master, do you want us to go to Nanyang to investigate the matter of Wangchuan Temple?"

Wan Qiang nodded, "That's right. If you three go together, we can have someone to look after you."

"Master, when are we going?" Chao Qinghe asked.

"Let's go now. The sooner the better!" As she spoke, Wan Qiang had already set up a teleportation formation for them.

Her action left her three apprentices dumbfounded!

The teleportation formation is not a small formation, and ordinary people really cannot set it up in a casual manner.

Their master is so awesome!!

The three of them walked into the teleportation formation with their blood boiling, and then, in unison, they said: "Master, don't worry, we will definitely complete the mission."

Wan Qiang said "hmm" and then injected spiritual power into the formation.

In an instant, the teleportation formation was activated.

As the light in the formation shone brightly, Wan Qiang hesitated for a moment, but still whispered, "No matter what, safety comes first. If you have any problems that you can't solve, remember to contact me with the token."

"Understood, Master."

The three people were still responding, but they had already gone to Southeast Asia through the formation.

Then, Wan Qiang waved her hand, and the teleportation formation on the ground disappeared, and the Wangchuan Temple, which had already been in ruins, was restored to its original state.

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When Wan Qiang returned to the Special Security Bureau, Director Lan treated her with good tea and treated her with the utmost respect, as if he were serving his ancestor.

Of course, Wan Qiang was indeed the Blue Bureau, and even more so, the ancestor of all the practitioners in the metaphysical world. The techniques they practiced, etc., were all created by her.

She was thirsty, so after Director Lan poured the tea, Wan Qiang picked it up and drank it all in one gulp without saying a word.

Seeing this, Director Lan poured him another glass.

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