"Two Taoist priests." Su Wenmao immediately stepped forward when he saw the two sloppy Taoist priests coming in.
He poured each of them a glass of water before sitting down in front of them.
"Did the two Taoist priests find anything?"
After he asked the question, he noticed that the expressions of the two Taoist priests in front of him seemed a little unhappy. The Taoist priest Sanshui kept muttering in his mouth, but he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.
The sloppy Taoist glanced at the Sanshui Taoist who was muttering to the side. Su Wenmao couldn't hear clearly, but he heard it clearly.
There are so many amazing things about that bus.
It is actually possible to rely on the ghosts above to relieve the pain of the living.
Although the bus driver didn't say it directly, he could see that the other person's condition was getting better and better.
It is unbelievable that killing ghosts can actually strengthen the vitality of living people.
The only possibility is that the bus absorbed the ghost energy, underwent some kind of transformation, and finally nourished the energy in the driver.
This is probably why the other person's physical condition is getting better and better.
Such a magical weapon is simply unheard of. Not to mention in the current Dharma-Ending Age, even in the era when Taoism was prevalent, it would probably be a treasure that people would treasure.
He sighed, "We already know the details."
Seeing the sloppy Taoist sighing, Su Wenmao felt a little nervous. The two Taoist priests in front of him were both top-notch Taoist masters. Making them sigh, could it be that the bus driver couldn't even deal with these two?
"So is the bus driver possessed by a ghost?"
The sloppy Taoist shook his head. "It's not what you think. Although the bus driver looks a little strange, there's really nothing wrong with him."
"I can guarantee that there is nothing evil about him."
"But he is just an ordinary bus driver. How could he escape from the weirdness of the Scarlet Cloud Ghost King?" Su Wenmao asked.
After the sloppy Taoist priest told them what An Jingzhi had said to deceive them, Su Wenmao fell silent.
He doesn't know much about this line of work, having only started to get involved in it in recent years, but Taoist matters cannot be exhausted in just a few years.
Since the two Taoist priests in front of me said there was no problem, it seemed that there was indeed no problem with the bus driver.
But that bus. Surprise flashed in his eyes. "So, does that mean that bus can also be considered some kind of magical weapon?"
Taoist Priest Sanshui said: "Strictly speaking, it is indeed an algorithm."
Su Wenmao said happily, "Since the bus that An Jingzhi mentioned is so powerful, can we also drive it?"
Although most supernatural events are handled by Taoist masters, some minor incidents still require their own people to handle them. The number of masters is limited, and it is impossible for them to run around for a small matter.
But they didn't know enough about the unknown world, and there were casualties every time.
If we have this thing, can we reduce a lot of casualties?
"That bus doesn't belong to An Jingzhi either. We can contact the bus operating company to buy it."
"As for An Jingzhi, since he has such an opportunity, it is also his luck. If he is willing, we can assign him to a non-staff department. If he is not willing, we can also give him a sum of money as compensation."
Taoist Priest Sanshui shook his head and denied it: "I'm afraid this approach won't work."
Su Wenmao: "Isn't the driver willing? But he doesn't own the bus."
"It's not a question of whether he's willing or not," Taoist Sanshui explained, "The mystery of that bus is something even my senior brother and I haven't figured out."
"We don't even know how to operate the mysterious device on the bus. What good would it do if we got the bus?"
"But An Jingzhi didn't find any way to drive it. Maybe we can buy it and try it first?" Su Wenmao said unwillingly.
This is the only known powerful magical weapon that can be driven by ordinary people like them, and Su Wenmao is unwilling to give it up.
It is said that they are well treated in special departments, have a higher rank than the officials, and have the right to temporary transfers, but who knows how high their mortality rate is?
The 89% mortality rate is shocking to almost everyone who hears it.
It's not that he hadn't thought about assigning An Jingzhi to their department, but although An Jingzhi had this opportunity, he was just an ordinary person after all and had not received any training.
The most he wanted was to assign the other party to an external department, where he would only have to inquire about information and run errands without having to face the battlefield directly.
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"Ninety-ninth test, failed."
Su Wenmao's shoulders slumped a little more. They had been testing for a whole day. All members of the action team had tried it, even the sloppy Taoist and the Sanshui Taoist, but they were completely unable to activate the bus.
In their hands, this bus is just an ordinary bus.
It can't be used to drive away ghosts, and it can't bless the driver in the car.
At first he thought it was because the ghosts caught for experiments were too powerful, but after trying ninety-nine times, he had given up hope. It was just an ordinary bus.
He was also a little discouraged on Sanshui Road. He used all the driving modes on the car, but there was no response.
"Then how does An Jingzhi drive this car? Have we been cheated? Is this just an ordinary bus? That shouldn't be the case. There is indeed nothing wrong with An Jingzhi. I may be mistaken, but there is no possibility that my senior brother and I are both mistaken." He was a little skeptical about his life.
The sloppy Taoist priest also went up and tried it once, and he understood in his heart that some things are related to fate, and this bus was destined to be with An Jingzhi.
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