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Chapter 915 Wu Ling (7)

The young man's expression was tense, reminding him: "Mr. Wei, Miss Wu only said for three minutes."

Mr. Wei nodded repeatedly, urging people to push the wheelchair and get himself close to the two ghosts.

One man and two ghosts hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

I looked at Wu Ling.

Her eyes were still white, her body was a golden rooster's independent shape, and the knife was held in her hand.

Her lips were moving, as if she was counting something silently.

Three minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

Wu Ling's feet landed on the ground, stood steadily, shouted something, and suddenly raised the knife in his hand and slashed twice.

The pig's head and sheep's head were split into two, and something flew out of their celestial spirit cap.

The two souls were pulled, and flew high with the two balls, rose into the air, and disappeared from the ceiling.

Mr. Wei burst into tears and fainted suddenly.

Wu Ling knelt on the ground with all his strength, and his eyes that had returned to normal were just blinking and then closed.

As soon as she fainted, the dream I was in fluctuated violently again.

In a trance, I saw Mr. Wei leave a will when he was dying, thank Wu Ling, and saw the old man from the Wu family taking Wu Ling out of other luxury houses.

Wu Ling kept casting spells and continued to work.

Her face became whiter and her eyes became darker.

I realized that this dream was about to end soon, and the next one should be...

Ye Qing!

Dream seemed to have stepped on a sudden brake. Although my figure was a little different, the mosaic face still made me recognize the other person's identity as soon as possible.

Especially when the other party turned his head slightly, I felt a vision falling on me.

Sure enough, Ye Qing could see me.

Why didn't Wu Ling see it?

I couldn't help but look at Wu Ling beside me.

Wu Ling just stared at Ye Qing politely, reached out his hand politely, and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Wu Ling."

Ye Qing's head turned slightly again, probably looking at Wu Ling again, and stretched out his hand, "My name is Ye Qing. Unexpectedly, the Wu family in Qingzhou has produced talents again after a hundred years."

Ye Qing seemed to be greeting, but his words were full of irony.

Wu Ling didn't react much, and the old man from Wu's family who was walking with him frowned in dissatisfaction.

Both of them seemed to be invited to solve a supernatural incident at the same time.

The holiday villa where Dreamland is now is filled with yin energy. The surrounding lakes and mountains seem to be covered with a layer of gray gauze.

The person who guided the two was a middle-aged man with a nervous look on his face. He introduced himself before and was the supervisor here.

He led the two into the villa lobby, where many people had already sat in it, many of them dressed strangely.

I was a little lost when I saw it, and for a moment I felt like I had entered a different space or had run into the set of a TV series.

It’s okay for monks and Taoists to say that some people are really dressed in strange clothes and can’t understand what’s going on. The most conspicuous one, from their bare heads to their exposed arms, rows of dense holes, rings and nails, looks extremely weird.

When Wu Ling and Ye Qing arrived, some people turned their attention to each other, while others were indifferent.

I noticed that except for Ye Qing before, none of the weirdos here have noticed me. Maybe they didn't notice it, or maybe they ignored me like they ignored Ye Qing and Wu Ling. I'm not sure about this.

The old man from the Wu family tried hard to show respect, but there were already two older men in this group, each of whom had the kind of mastery than the old man from the Wu family.

When Ye Qing and Wu Ling met, they even greeted him, but the group of people here ignored Wu Ling.

The man with a hole in his body stood up, at least two meters tall, and felt very oppressive.

He walked up to Ye Qing, looked down at Ye Qing, and asked in a muffled voice: "Are you the Lone Star of Tiansha? Didn't you say, are you doing things for the government? You're still coming out to earn extra money?"

His face was full of mockery when he wore many rings.

Ye Qing raised his head and said calmly: "I came here this time. This is a national tourist attraction. It has caused three lives and has caused a mass epidemic. The government sent me to deal with it. If Ning Guowei cannot solve it as soon as possible, or if you cannot solve it as soon as possible, I will clean up this place."

"Clean?" the big guy laughed twice, "Can you turn on the bulldozer? Or will you blast? Is the construction team following you?"

He pretended to look into the distance and laughed loudly again.

Others didn't laugh.

Those who pretended not to know that Ye Qing and the others came in raised their heads and frowned at Ye Qing.

"Where is Ning Guowei now?" Ye Qing ignored the man and turned to look at the supervisor.

The supervisor shivered for a moment, "Mr. Ning is waiting for a few people. I'll go and invite Mr. Ning now."

The big guy had a bit ferocious expression.

Wu Ling said politely: "Then I'll trouble you."

"Where are there..." The supervisor was frightened and almost ran away.

Ye Qing found an empty seat and sat down, closed his eyes and rested.

Wu Ling circled around this reception room to observe the surrounding environment.

The big guy seemed to want to say something, but he heard the old man, one of the two old men among those people, cough.

The room suddenly became quiet.

The big guy's eyes flashed, he snorted, and returned to his seat.

I looked around curiously and observed everyone.

To be honest, I can't see the depth of these people. They are not ghosts, and they also have yin energy, which emits maliciousness. Only look at their dressing, there are also fat people wearing vests and shorts and big gold chains on their necks. This style is definitely not related to the masters. But seeing the fat man with big heads and ears occupy half of the sofa, no one protests. It should be because of some skills.

The old man who coughed just now held a very thick black crutch in both hands, which seemed to be made of a thick branch. He was not good-looking, similar to the over-made corpse in the funeral home, but he was more domineering than the fat man. He sat alone in the middle of another sofa, and at least four more people could sit twice, but no one sat side by side with him.

The other old man was an old lady, dressed like an old woman in the countryside. She sat on a single sofa with her legs crossed, and her muscles looked good. She held a string of 108 long Buddhist beads in her hand. After looking carefully, I was shocked. They were not Buddhist beads, but amber, and each one was trapped in a strange-shaped insect.

I suddenly felt that the supernatural events I experienced were probably a slim compared to the scene in front of me.

After thinking about it, I felt that I was wrong. What I encountered might be a big event, so these people avoided it. Like Xuan Qing, they didn't know where to hide in a corner, so that I, a naughty young man who didn't know the seriousness of the problem, rushed around.

So, what about this incident?

Dreams are played at normal speed here because this is the first time Wu Ling and Ye Qing meet?

I remembered the serious matter and turned to look at Wu Ling and Ye Qing.

The two of them did not communicate at all. Wu Ling did not carefully observe the situation in the villa. She just took a brief look and then returned to the old man in the Wu family.

The old man from the Wu family did not find a seat to sit down, but stood in a corner in a cramped manner.

After Wu Ling came back, he hurriedly winked at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling shook her head gently.

The old man from the Wu family suddenly became disappointed.

The big guy before seemed to pay attention to the situation here, and sneered, which made the old man in the Wu family blush while Wu Ling was calm.

The sound of footsteps came from outside. Soon, a man in his forties and fifties in his forties and fifties, who looked like a successful person, walked into the hall. The supervisor just now followed him and introduced him to the people in the hall.
Chapter completed!
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