When Hou Wenjie heard Feng Hongtu say that he had passed the verification, he was somewhat taken aback, but after thinking about it for a moment, he understood.
Then, Hou Wenjie heard Feng Hongtu's explanation:
"The supernatural can make relatively simple answers and imitations based on human memory, but it is not human after all. If the supernatural is asking this question, it will tell me the specific color based on the supernatural's rules."
"Hmm." Hou Wenjie had already figured it out.
Because it was a satellite phone used by a soldier on duty, the two quickly ended the call and agreed to report everything at the Bureau of Ghost Stories meeting at 7 a.m. that morning.
Hou Wenjie handed the phone back to the soldier on the other end.
The soldier accepted the gift with both hands, then stood at attention, and all the soldiers present saluted Hou Wenjie in unison.
Hou Wenjie returned the greeting. He knew that, compared to himself, these people were the ones who truly faced the strange occurrences that might happen at any time with their own will, and they were the ones who faced danger head-on without reservation.
Hou Wenjie turned and left. After walking a short distance, he saw his car.
Hou Wenjie suddenly realized a problem: the car's current speed might not be as fast as his ability to shrink the ground with his feet.
Most importantly, by using the shrinking technique, he can walk in a straight line.
Since walking is an option, why drive? Hou Wenjie decided to be reckless. As the eerie shadow shot away like an arrow, his own figure began to weave through the moonlit night.
This feeling of traveling alone in the vast world was an experience Hou Wenjie had never had before.
This naturally reminded Hou Wenjie of a line from a poem by the poet Li Bai.
Heaven and earth are the inn of all things; time is the passing guest of a hundred generations.
Watching everything rush past him, Hou Wenjie truly felt as if he were riding the wind, just like in Zhuangzi's book.
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The next day, early morning, Yunmengze Bureau of Mysteries, small conference room.
Director Ma Jianguo, Section Chief Feng Hongtu, Hou Wenjie, and others attended the meeting.
There was someone on the side who was responsible for taking notes on the meeting.
Director Ma Jianguo looked at Hou Wenjie, who had returned safely, and said with relief:
"It wasn't easy. Your survival and return from Luomen Village is our greatest victory. Tell me, what did you discover last night?"
Sitting next to Hou Wenjie, Feng Hongtu also looked on with anticipation. He hadn't slept a wink since hanging up the phone late last night until this morning, and dark circles had appeared under his eyes, which really damaged his image as a refined gentleman.
Hou Wenjie considered for a moment and briefly summarized what had happened: "I killed a strange creature that claimed to be a god, and then brought back the remains of Ye Feng and the other two."
"Ye Feng and the others' remains? Where are they?" Feng Hongtu jumped up from his chair.
Under the puzzled gazes of everyone in the room, Hou Wenjie stood up and took the Ruyi Qiankun Bag from his waist.
"They're in here!" Hou Wenjie said, placing the Ruyi Qiankun Bag on the table.
Ma Jianguo looked at the small red brocade pouch on the table, and his lips twitched involuntarily, but he didn't speak immediately. He believed that Hou Wenjie would have an explanation.
Feng Hongtu carefully examined the red brocade pouch on the table, his expression quickly turning serious. He looked up at Hou Wenjie and asked in a questioning tone:
"There's a strange power at play here! What is it?"
Hou Wenjie said, "This power comes from the blood vessels in Ye Feng's eyes. I used those threads to weave this brocade pouch, which I named the Ruyi Qiankun Bag. It can shrink or enlarge!"
Ma Jianguo understood. He suppressed his emotions and spoke in a low voice:
"Are Ye Feng and the others' bodies really inside?"
"Yes." Hou Wenjie nodded.
Ma Jianguo and Feng Hongtu exchanged glances, their eyes filled with emotions that words could not express. Their former comrades had left them forever, but at least their remains had been brought back.
A somber and nostalgic atmosphere settled in the meeting room. Ma Jianguo spoke in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Wenjie, let their bodies out in a bit! I'm calling the funeral home captain now."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and made a call: "Xiao Wang, bring your people and three stretchers to the small conference room."
After hanging up the phone, Ma Jianguo's expression quickly turned solemn. He looked at everyone in the conference room and said, "They are all good comrades. Let's observe a moment of silence together."
At this moment, everyone in the conference room stood up. They all placed their right hand on their left chest, bowed to the small body sac, and then remained silent in mourning.
Less than a minute later, the funeral team leader and his team entered the meeting room and put down three stretchers.
All eyes turned back to Hou Wenjie.
With a thought, Hou Wenjie rapidly enlarged the Ruyi Qiankun Bag, from which three bodies flew out.
All three bodies were placed steadily on the stretchers.
The funeral team members lifted the stretcher, the captain saluted everyone, and then led the team members away with the stretcher.
Everyone in the conference room sat down again to continue the unfinished meeting.
The enlarged Qiankun Ruyi Bag transformed back into a small brocade pouch, which Hou Wenjie placed at his waist.
Feng Hongtu was initially too excited because Hou Wenjie mentioned the remains of Ye Feng and the other two, and had not yet realized anything. But when he saw the red brocade pouch hanging on Hou Wenjie's waist, he was horrified.
His pupils began to contract sharply, and his breathing became rapid.
He was screaming in his heart that every person who sealed away the supernatural was trying to use their supernatural abilities as little as possible, because the more they used them, the closer they were to being transformed into a supernatural being.
No one can use the bizarre without restraint!
But seeing this scene before him, and seeing Hou Wenjie casually hanging the brocade pouch formed by the strange power on his waist, Feng Hongtu felt his scalp tingle and was greatly shocked.
He recalled what Hou Wenjie had mentioned before: "I killed a wicked monster that claimed to be a god!"
A god? You killed a god?!
Feng Hongtu's gaze towards Hou Wenjie was completely different; he could no longer imagine what Hou Wenjie had gone through!
He was about to say something, but found that perhaps because he was too excited, his voice was hoarse and he couldn't utter a sound.
Ma Jianguo clearly noticed Feng Hongtu's excitement. He followed Feng Hongtu's gaze and saw the brocade pouch at Hou Wenjie's waist.
Having a background in the supernatural, he suddenly realized what was happening. It wasn't that he reacted slowly; it was because no one had ever done this before.
This approach clearly demonstrates a lack of fear of strange and insidious erosion.
He slowly recalled the first words Hou Wenjie had said at the meeting.
As the memory grew clearer, more complete, and more real, his face flushed with excitement, but he still managed to utter the words in a hoarse voice:
"You said you killed a god?"
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