"He just started this job, so you just let him perform such a difficult task alone, right?" Fang Xueyao, who was dressed in casual clothes, complained to her good sisters.

"Don't worry, it's not a tiger's den. If you are discovered, you can just be beaten by the security guard. Why, do you feel sorry for?" Lu Qingqing sipped the coffee and said indifferently.

"Qingqing, it's not me who said you. You know that private detective agencies can only take on the dirty things of these rich people. You obviously can't stand it, so why do you insist on doing this? Auntie has called me a lot and asked me to persuade you to go back and be your eldest lady, manage the company and share the burden for her..." Fang Xueyao said to her good sister.

"Why can't you stand it anymore? Yaoyao, we have agreed. I helped you apply for the police academy without telling it. You promise not to be a lobbyist to my parents in the future. I have done what I promised, so don't make a promise!" Lu Qingqing stared at her best friend and said.

"I'm not a lobbyist for my aunt. I'm just worried that you will blame me for not stopping you from making trouble now and wasting a lot of time." Fang Xueyao pointed her forehead with her fingers and said.

"Don't worry, I will never blame you for not stopping me now! If you don't do something you like before you get married, and when you get married in the future, you will never have the chance to make such a random mess. After all, we are all over twenty-five, and we are all old women." Lu Qingqing said sadly.

"Go, you're an old woman. I'm a hot police station in our police station!" Fang Xueyao patted her shoulder lightly and said in a charming way.

"Okay, you beautiful flower, you young model, you are still young-" Lu Qingqing fought back. The two of them teased for a long time.

After drinking the coffee, Duan Minghui still didn't come back. Fang Xueyao was a little worried, but Lu Qingqing suggested to continue waiting and see, "Aren't you curious about what step his Taoist technique can do?"

Fang Diyao thought about it and said that although the Heaven Club is a famous gold-selling cave in the city and has filth and dirt, it has never caused any serious incidents of hurting and disability, let alone death. She was also curious about how far Duan Minghui, a "strange man", could do.

So the two went to the mall again to see the night market. After a walk, they did not ring until after 11 o'clock in the evening when Lu Qingqing's phone rang, and the number was Duan Minghui. So they made an appointment for the meeting place.

Half an hour later, the three of them gathered at the music fountain in the city square.

"How is it? Have you got the evidence?" As soon as we met Lu Qingqing asked anxiously. Fang Xueyao, who was beside him, immediately noticed the deep feeling of fatigue on him. She was about to ask with concern, but he smiled at her and nodded to stop her from asking questions.

"No, the inside was checked very strictly, and I didn't get any useful evidence." He said lightly to Lu Qingqing, "I'm a little tired, so I left first." After that, he actually turned around and left.

"Hey, what's going on with you?" Lu Qingqing shouted in a hurry behind him. He ignored him and continued to walk two steps, then turned around and said to the two: "That club is not simple, don't mess with it!" After that, he continued to turn and leave.

"What are you doing? I've been working hard inside for so long, but I haven't got anything! I'm still tired. Alas, Yaoyao, do you think this guy is messing around inside, right?" Lu Qingqing complained, then remembered something and said to Xueyao in a fuss.

"How could it be? He doesn't look like that kind of person--" Fang Xueyao instinctively expressed her objection, but the more she spoke, the less she was.

"As a man, who doesn't steal fish? Fortunately, I tried his nature in advance, otherwise..." Lu Qingqing suddenly stopped talking. Fortunately, Fang Xueyao was restless and didn't continue to pursue her, otherwise what would happen.

The two women stood there, thinking about their own thoughts.

Duan Minghui dragged his tired body and barely returned to his residence. As soon as he entered the door, he threw himself on the bed. The tired one was that he didn't want to move a finger. It was not that he was physically tired, but his heart was tired!

The various fighting processes in the club were involuntarily coming to my mind. From beginning to end, he was played with and in his palm without resistance. His fear, his desires, and his dreams were exposed naked in front of the evil cultivator, and he was rubbed, crushed, and spliced ​​randomly in the illusion. If he had not passed through this series of dream worlds, his mind was more than several times stronger than those in the human world, he would have no doubt that he would have been mentally confused and mentally ill.

"But why did he let me go again in the end? He just warned me not to cause trouble in his club. Could it be that as he said, the previous fight was just a 'friendly exchange that was itchy after seeing his peers'? But such a friendly exchange almost turned himself into a lunatic! Did he deliberately do it or was the evil cultivator really so friendly? Strange, why did such a powerful evil cultivator stay in a small city like Tianlan City?" He wanted to continue thinking, but the violent fluctuations of the seven emotions and six desires barely kept his mind from being taken away, and his soul was extremely exhausted, but he fell asleep involuntarily.

"...Great God of the Underworld, please give your faithful servant a ghost of powerful wisdom!" Duan Minghui felt that he was pulled by a powerful vortex from a void space through a long space aisle and reached a real world.

"It's just an ordinary human ghost! Has my ghost summoning technique failed again?" A young man's frustrated murmur awakened Duan Minghui from his confusion.

"Who are you? Where is this? What's wrong with me?" The summoned ghost shouted in panic, which made Krell, who was thinking, feel upset. He recited an obscure spell, pointed at it with the staff in his hand, and a faint light hit it.

"Hey, my exorcism is right, why haven't you disappeared?" The young man Crael shouted at the ghost he summoned.

Half a day later, Duan Minghui finally understood his situation. First of all, the world he was in is still the Western fantasy world he had been in before. Secondly, he was killed by the orcs, the god of fertility worshipped by Rusaike, so he is now in a ghost state after death. Again, he was accidentally summoned back to the real world by the apprentice of the necromancer named Krell in front of him.

Finally, the most important thing is that this apprentice of the Necromancer named Krell is the protagonist of this world! The name of the Western fantasy novel he wrote back then is "Biography of the Undead Master Krell"!

I have said before that all the dream worlds he experienced were reproduced in novels, film and television works he had written, read. It was not until he met the protagonist named Krell that he determined which book the world in which Western magic background was.

The boy Crael suddenly screamed in fear when he found the strange ghost in front of him, but stared at him with a complex look full of surprise, remembrance, curiosity and sympathy! He had never seen a ghost with such complex look. Shouldn't they all be stupid, fierce, or irritable? So for so many years I have been looking forward to summoning a ghost with a certain degree of wisdom and reason to talk to me. Has he finally succeeded after countless failures? Did he really summon a ghost that retained his wisdom and reason during his lifetime? It's so great! Thanks to the supreme God of the Underworld!

After praying, Crael jumped up from the ground and couldn't wait to come to the mutant ghost, "Hey, do you still remember your name?" he asked.

"Duan Minghui." The ghost replied.

"Duan Minghui? What a strange name! Where are you? Do you all call such a strange name?" He first repeated the weird name in a weird accent, and then asked.

"Where did I come from? I, I don't remember." A blank look appeared on the ghost's face.

"This is normal! I may even doubt whether I was fooled by some boring evil god." Seeing the other party appearing confused, Krell let down his heart.

"Forget it, don't think about it, then do you still remember what kind of person you are?" He quickly asked the next question, for fear that the ghosts in front of him would think too much and become those stupid seniors again. He had tried countless times to teach those stupid ghosts to become smarter, at least to have simple conversations with him, but they all failed, and he didn't want to repeat the process.

"I, I think I'm a mage." The ghost hesitated and said.

Oh, is the ghost mage? I actually summoned the ghost mage with a certain wisdom! It’s great!

Crael was ecstatic and screamed, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Never show a human side in front of your summons, because it will reduce your noble identity as an undead mage!" He always remembers the teachings of his deceased teacher.

"Then what kind of spells do you know?" he asked as calmly as possible.

"Well, I seem to know fireball skills." The ghost said, sending out a magic fireball the size of a head, throwing it on the open space of the cemetery. With a bang, a pit of four meters in size was blown out!

"Ah, it's so powerful?" He was shocked and continued to be ecstatic, but his face continued to pretend to be calm, "What else do you know?" he asked again.

"No." The ghost replied. As time went by, it became more and more dull and more like a "normal" ghost. Although it was a bit regretful, it made Krell feel more at ease.

"Where are the dark magics? What do you do with death rays, ecstasy curse, bone barriers, soul screams, etc?" he asked again.

The ghost was silent for a long time before saying, "Neither can."

"Hey, the dark magic doesn't work, but I know elemental fireball techniques, but I'm actually a mutant attribute! I have wisdom and elemental magic. Hey, teacher, I seem to summon an amazing ghost!" Krell proudly showed off to the teacher who had returned to the arms of Lord God of the Underworld.

"How many fireball techniques can you release in a row like the one just now?" he thought about it and asked again.

The ghost was silent for a longer time, and when he was a little impatient, he spoke: "About twenty-five to thirty."

He probably estimated that the magic power of the fireball technique just now should be able to reach the power of second-level magic? Because he didn't know much about elemental magic, he was not sure. He could release twenty-five to thirty second-level magic in a row, at least reach the level of a primary magician at a high level. Yes, this is the most powerful summoning object I have summoned! Well, with such a powerful thug, maybe I can walk out of this damn forest in advance!
Chapter completed!