Step into the attic.
Chen Cheng's hair stood on end instantly.
The attic was filled with an overwhelming sense of yin energy, so much so that it seemed as if two evil spirits in red robes were dwelling there.
Besides the heavy yin energy.
There was also a hint of demonic energy.
Chen Cheng looked at Yan Jiu, who was drinking tea by himself: "Consultant Yan's home seems a little different."
Yan Jiu pointed to the small wooden sign hanging on the door.
Chen Cheng looked in the direction Yan Jiu was pointing.
I noticed a sign on the wooden sign that said "Closed".
Upon opening it, the seven black characters "Take care, no need to see off the funeral home" were clearly visible.
Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow: "If you expect the funeral home to be the same as other places, ha, then you're quite interesting."
A cold snort.
It was full of sarcasm.
After Hou Ming placed the body in the morgue, he explained, "We were just curious."
Yan Jiu raised her glass to the people: "Oh~ I almost thought you were deliberately picking a fight."
Chen Cheng: "..." Do I really have to expose him?
Cold benches are too uncomfortable to sit on.
Seeing that Yan Jiu had no intention of entertaining guests, Chen Cheng exchanged a few more polite words and left.
After leaving Yan Jiu's attic.
Chen Cheng and Hou Ming were still somewhat dazed.
What are they here for?
Wasn't this supposed to be a test for Yan Jiu?
Hou Ming gritted his teeth: "She fooled me!"
Chen Cheng remarked on Yan Jiu's persuasive skills, saying, "No wonder he was recruited by Lang Zongyi."
Hou Ming was puzzled: "How did the chief know that Yan Jiu was someone recruited by Lang Zongyi?"
Chen Cheng sneered: "Didn't you see how they were all lovey-dovey when they left Zhifan Forest? If you say they have no relationship behind the scenes, I'll be the first to disbelieve you."
Hou Ming nodded thoughtfully, then sighed as if he had thought of something: "The Special Bureau has gained another great general. I wonder if we can still win the match between Xuanmen and the Special Bureau a month from now."
Chen Cheng pondered for a moment.
"We've won the championship every year, and this year will be no exception."
"Sorcerer" is another name for "Taoist priest".
In the past, the world of metaphysics had both innate sorcerers and acquired magicians, but magicians were always overshadowed by sorcerers.
Since the last sorcerer disappeared from public view, warlocks have risen like new stars.
Warlocks have families and sects, and through the accumulation of history, their power has reached its zenith, and they are collectively known as the Mystic Sect.
Aside from the great purge during the Yunze era, dynastic changes could not affect the status of their Xuanmen sect.
In recent decades, besides the Special Bureau, there was another organization that tried to suppress their Xuanmen (mystical sect).
That's the Demon Management Bureau.
pity.
The demon race is severely suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, and those in power who attempt to use demons to control humans will only end up with the opposite result.
So many powerful demons who were once willing to live in peace with humans eventually became utterly disappointed in them.
Chen Cheng gave a cold laugh.
Without Lang Zongyi.
He believes that the Special Bureau will eventually disappear into the annals of history, just like the Demon Management Bureau of yesteryear.
No one can shake the Xuanmen!
Hou Ming said uncertainly, "But this year, Yan Jiu's incident happened."
Chen Cheng's gaze turned gloomy.
Yan Jiu was indeed an unexpected turn of events.
But the Xuanmen sect is not to be trifled with either.
They had long been tangled up like a knotted rope.
He refused to believe that Yan Jiu could dismantle the Xuanmen organization piece by piece and defeat it one by one in order to target it!
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The next morning.
After Yan Jiu got up, she remembered something important that she had forgotten and hurriedly sent a message to Lang Zongyi.
The entire piece is 500 words long, with 494 words indirectly highlighting the hardships she endured traveling thousands of miles to save people.
In the end.
Yan Jiu also solemnly sent more than a dozen "I really can't take it anymore" emojis.
At that time.
Lang Zongyi was sitting in the Special Bureau's conference room.
His old uniform was taken to be cleaned.
Today I wore a black suit that clashed with the uniforms all over the room.
Lang Zongyi leaned back in his chair, propping his head up with his fist, exuding an aura of elite status.
As everyone in the conference room gave their reports, the constant vibrations of cell phones were particularly clear.
Everyone looked towards Lin Han with a wistful expression.
Lin Han held up his phone: "No, it wasn't me! I made sure to turn my phone off today!"
The vibration is still going on.
The crowd quieted down.
They all turned to look at the source of the vibration.
Lang Zongyi lowered his eyes and remained silent.
Just as I was about to turn off my phone.
Ma Weiwei suggested, "Director, you should still take a look. Usually, no one will contact you during our meetings."
Lin Han numbly looked at his team leader, Ma: This isn't the time when you were glaring at me before, you double standard Ma!
Lang Zongyi didn't want to break the rules.
But when your gaze falls on the "sponsors" on the screen...
He was somewhat surprised.
Why did Yan Jiu send him a message?
Lang Zongyi had already opened his phone while he was still puzzled.
When he saw the first six words, "Respected Director Lang," he didn't want to read any further.
He slammed the phone screen shut.
He rubbed his temples.
Ma Weiwei asked in surprise, "Director?"
Lang Zongyi waved his hand and said, "You can continue."
His mind was filled with Yan Jiu's outrageous behavior yesterday. He should have been annoyed, but he just couldn't get angry.
As a result, I became somewhat distracted during meetings, and even became interested in long messages that I wasn't initially interested in.
Lang Zongyi was so eager to know the details that Ma Weiwei had to repeat herself twice before he heard her.
Ma Weiwei said, "The mist in Zhifan Forest is dissipating at a visible speed. How can we report this?"
Lang Zongyi frowned: "You've forgotten all your high school geography knowledge, you don't even know how fog is formed?"
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