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Chapter 140
More, with Wu Qing's social level, there is no way to know, he only needs to know a little.

He was just the fish in the pond who got hurt.

"so……"

Wu Qing squinted at Zhan Zhongda and muttered,
"It's fucking unlucky...you are lucky..."

It just so happens that I have a family now, instead of being alone as I thought when I first arrived.

Wang Quanshao was not the only one who handed in files. Wu Qing also handed in files. The family members in the file were written clearly and plainly... The family members have been implicated by him once...

It's not that Wu Qing has to go all the way to the dark, but he has already spent a lot of time and energy on the side mission of the second anti-smuggling team. In his previous life, it is a "sunk cost". If this makes him give up the mission and just withdraw He is not reconciled to leaving and quitting.

Zeng Kuo persuaded, "Wait a few more days, and in a few days, when the inspector has finished training a batch of pills and leaves the customs, our second anti-smuggling team will have a boss who can speak in front of General Guan."

Xi Xuanyue, the director of the Yunyun Bureau, is a high-level practitioner of the Tianzhu Temple. She rarely shows up in front of the salt police, and almost always makes alchemy in the Tianzhu Temple on the back mountain of the Qiyun Bureau.These days too.

Otherwise, his rights and boundaries would be violated, Captain Chang Ying would not be qualified to fight Adjutant Chang, but how could Director Xi Xuanyue remain silent?

Zeng Kuo was still talking there. "After all, the adjutants have had a real impact on our handling of the case. It is estimated that these adjutants should be withdrawn after the inspectors leave the customs and pay a visit to the guardian envoy, and Adjutant Chang should also stop."

best.Wu Qing turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the sky, and there were dark gray clouds flying in the distance, and occasionally faint blue electric lights could be seen in the clouds.It will rain.

The rain did fall. In half a day, the dense rain line approached Yujiang City from a distance, and finally covered the entire Yujiang. It rained for five days in a row.

From the slight drizzle to when Wu Qing came out of the Transport Bureau wearing a gray-brown coir raincoat, he could see the gray-yellow rushing tide of the Xishui River.

The river flooded.

In the past five days, Wu Qing's team of Zeng Kuo did not have any more cases.

In fact, after Wu Qing joined the second anti-smuggling team, the number of strange encounters was much higher than the monthly average, and it was time to take a break.

The rest of the salt police teams other than Zeng Kuo's team had several cases.However, now that they knew the intention of the governor's surveillance, the rest of the team were almost cautious when handling the case, and did not make any major disturbances.

A temporary rapprochement formed between the adjutant and the salt police team.

But since it is temporary, it is also reasonable that it will be broken soon.

It was still raining on August 25th, the eighteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

Four days ago was a major festival in which there must be accidents in normal novels, the Ghost Festival, so there were no accidents, but the accident finally came four days later.

…………

Shuixi shanty film, two o'clock in the afternoon.

Both Shuixi and Shuidong have wharves, and there are factories opened for the convenience of the wharf.

There are many factories, and there are factories, and there are shacks built by workers at will, and shanty towns.

A tidy green-tiled hut in the Shuixi shanty town.

"I met it at the end of Xijin Road in the morning. A Dong and I blocked it in an alley. After blocking it, it fully appeared, only to find that the pointer on the compass turned to Shibashan, which is a third-level ghost. , but I didn’t make it, the alley was like a rubber band, it suddenly became very long, and Adong and I became very far away from it, and it ran away from our encirclement... Ability like 'land'...we're lucky.

A Dong and I chased after it until we got into the shantytowns in Shuixi, and then we lost track of it completely.Fortunately, I cast a walking spell on it, and I can barely feel it. It is still in the shanty town, but I don't know the exact location, and I can't feel it.It hid itself, almost losing track of it. "

It was Feng Chenggui who was talking. After Wu Qing was transferred to Laocheng, his team switched back to Shuixi's day shift. The A Dong he was talking about was another member of his team, He Dong.Wu Qing has seen it.

'Death' refers to a type of sorcery that can change the rules of the nearby environment.In people's perception, ghosts can change environments at will, doors are not doors, walls are not walls, and when they turn their heads, there are miserable paper figures, and what flows from the faucet is not tap water, but tap blood... It is usually created by this kind of magic.

In the Dharma-ending era, it is not only Qi practitioners who are weak, but also ghosts.The ability of Youdi, which is almost a standard equipment of ghosts in legends, can only be used by ghosts of level three or above, which are extremely rare in the Republic of China.

Youdi, a third-level ghost, is extremely harmful.

It's fine to run away, Feng Chenggui and He Dong are all second-level strength, there is no way to stop him, but even the traces are lost...

"Shua, shua, shua..." Surrounded by several teams of salt policemen, the sound of pens rubbing against paper could be heard endlessly. In a corner of the hut, three adjutants lowered their heads to record.

Level three ghosts are no longer something a team of salt police can deal with.

It was pouring rain outside.

The house was full of people.

There were eight salt police officers wearing black patrol uniforms under withered brown coir raincoats and withered brown bamboo hats on their heads. They were really like the court hawks and dogs in the novel, gathering to plot.

Wu Qing, Zeng Kuo, Wang Quanshao, Feng Chenggui, He Dong... two people from the Shuixi night squad, and a left-behind member of the second anti-smuggling team, Liu Jianhu, Qi training level 68, martial arts proficiency [-]%, comprehensive strength level [-].

It is worth mentioning that Liu Jianhu was carrying a long cloth bag on his back. From the shape, Wu Qing reckoned it was a weapon.

There were a total of eight people, all of whom couldn't help but look sullen, followed the sound of pens writing on paper, and looked at the three adjutants who were recording.

One was wearing a long gown, two were shirts and leather shoes, and a total of three adjutants were holding pens.

They were Zhan Zhongda who came with Zeng Kuo's team, and two assistants who came with the other two teams and Wu Qing didn't know their names.

Liu Jianhu is a left-behind member of the second anti-smuggling team. He usually does not go out to work, and there is no assistant to follow him.

Feeling the eyes of the salt policemen, the three assistants raised their heads, but Zhan Zhongda looked left and right suspiciously, and then seemed to suddenly realize that he was looking at himself, and grinned,

"What are you police officers looking at us for? We are doing our duty, and I ask all the police officers to do their duty as soon as possible."

"Hmph." During the banquet, several cold snorts sounded unknowingly.

The salt policemen of the second anti-smuggling team had almost all been in the rivers and lakes, and several threatening eyes were half-hidden under the bamboo hats.

The other two assistants couldn't help looking at Zhan Zhongda with reproachful eyes.

They do theirs, we do ours, why are you messing with them?

Zhan Zhongda smiled, lowered his head and continued to record, secretly amused.

As if they dared to act.

Episode.

As one of the only four third-level masters in the second anti-smuggling team, Liu Jianhu has seven levels of Qi training and 68% martial arts proficiency. He was appointed an eighth-level official, and he became the official in charge of this case as a matter of course.

He looked around at the crowd, "What do you think?"

Of the 10 people in Shuixi District, [-]% are residents of Shuixi shanty towns.

The shantytowns where 6 people live, and nearly [-] cloth sheds, thatched huts, and canvas sheds constitute the intricate terrain and crowds of Shuixi shantytowns.

Usually eight salt police officers are definitely too many to handle a case, but if they are looking for someone in the Shuixi shantytown, if eight people spill into it, it will be the same as ink dripping into the sea.

The rest of the salt police whispered to each other, but none of them came up with an explanation.

It's not that they can't help it, but according to the previous method, they mobilized the patrol police of nearby sub-stations, found local gangsters, and offered rewards.

Let them help together, to screen and investigate, not to mention finding ghosts, if there is something wrong nearby, report back, and the salt police will have their own judgment.

But in this way, there is too much movement.

This is temporarily impossible.

All the salt police were talking about it.

"Shall we wait for the captain to bring some brothers over?"

"Time waits for me."

During the conversation, Wu Qing asked Zeng Kuo in a low voice, "Brother Kuo,"

"Ok?"

"If I kill a third-level ghost, can I teach it directly without using Tejia?"

"Um???"

The skin on Zeng Kuo's forehead was like a tower, without him, his eyes were too wide open, and he said in surprise,

"Your heart is big enough...that's the ghost of Shibashan."

"Just tell me if you can."

"can."

"Okay."

Wu Qing glanced at Zhan Zhongda from the corner of his eye.

Three adjutants, eight salt policemen, no more scribbles for him, right?
Wu Qing suddenly raised her head and said, "Eh."

All the salt policemen turned to look at him.

Three second-level, five first-level, and the record of a low-level Qi trainer... They have already heard that Wu Qing was originally going to be specially selected, but was temporarily suppressed because of Shi Dahai's matter.

No one would treat Wu Qing as a probationary salt policeman, but a strange look shot out of his eyes.

Looking at the plain, expectant, or appreciative gazes of the salt police, Wu Qing couldn't help but touch his forehead, and apologized,
"I didn't think of a way, but I just want to ask Brother Gui about something."

Several salt policemen lowered their heads in disappointment to look at the topographic map of Shuixi on the table.

Feng Chenggui said bluntly, "You ask."

"As I said before, if you blocked that third-level ghost, then you saw... what does it look like?"

"The appearance of the woman is not tall, but rather slender (beautiful). When I saw her in the morning, she was wearing a half-worn red and white mandarin duck check single silk dress, and then..."

Feng Chenggui said,

"Pregnant woman."

…………

Thin white rain lines spread all over the sky, pattering on the roofs of tarpaulins, wooden shells, grass trays and other styles of broken sheds, which is simply the roar of rain.

It rained cats and dogs.

Looking down from the sky, the gaps between the huts, which are tangled like rotten threads, serve as the road for the shantytowns in Shuixi.

One by one, black spots were scurrying around on the muddy path, with shirtless boys and girls running from one roof to another regardless of the adults' persuasion.

In addition, most of the roads are disc-shaped bamboo hats with dry and yellowed arrow bamboo leaves.

Occasionally, a black umbrella surface can be seen in the withered yellow hat, and suddenly, inside the monotonous dark brown, very suddenly, but because of the cover of the rain curtain, almost no one noticed, a beautiful and gorgeous umbrella appeared in it.

Gorgeous, but too many holes, no one coveted.The rain falls on the top of the umbrella, and then pours down the umbrella through the hole.

This gorgeous broken umbrella belonged to a woman. The woman stumbled, her body was covered in mud, and she was in a mess.

She fell powerlessly and sat down in front of a brick building with the guise of a "clinic".It's not that she chose this place, but that she really has no strength.

Gently stroking her abdomen, the woman had no choice but to knock on the door of the clinic, and the door opened.

She begged the old man behind the door,
"Can you... take me in for one night. The rain is so heavy that my umbrella can't hold it up."

Creaking—the door is about to close.

Crack, the woman grabbed the door leaf and pleaded,
"Someone is hunting me down, have mercy"

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it is." The old hand holding the doorknob exerted a little force.

But the woman let go of her hand, and she said desolately, "The rain is too heavy, I really can't walk... If this continues, tomorrow morning, you will see the dead body of me and my unborn baby in front of the door. "

An old voice, "Threat me?"

"No." The woman looked miserable, "I really beg you, save me and my child."

long silence.

The old man loosened his hand, "Come in."

The old doctor looked at the woman's abdomen, "Where's the child's father?"

The woman puts away the umbrella, revealing the red and white mandarin duck embroidered single silk dress on the upper body, and an immature face... so immature that it cannot be called a woman, or a girl.

The girl did not answer, stroking her swollen belly,
"This is my child."

"You plan to give birth by yourself?"

"Yes."

"Close the door and follow me." The old doctor turned around and muttered, "Another naive girl who thinks the baby can grow up by itself..."

A clean room, dry clothes, a plate of snacks, and a bowl of hot soup.

"I don't have women's clothes or sick clothes here, but they are washed clean." The old doctor put them down and left, leaving a space for the girl's privacy.

From the old clothes, he took out a small square wrapped in red silk and stuffed it under the pillow.

The girl changed into a hospital gown.The sick clothes fit well, although the girl had a big belly, but the clothes fit perfectly.

Long-term fatigue and no one's space made the girl who changed into dry clothes relax all of a sudden.

It's just that the sound insulation in this room is poor, and she can hear the laughter of children coming from the next door.

"Haha...ahhahaha..."

It's very cheerful, it's the kind of baby voice that is unique to children, and it's a cute voice.

The girl gently stroked her belly,
"My child, it will be like this in the future, it's cute."

…………

"It's decided..." This sentence was caught in the childish voice of the child.Not clear.

…………

The rain clouds were thick and the sky was dull. It was clearly two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was as dark as night.

The shantytowns in Shuixi were not powered, and the huts negotiated by the salt police were lit with kerosene lamps.

The map on the table in the middle of the room has been removed, and replaced by a sacrificial altar covered with a red cloth and hung with banners.

Stoves, tables, bottles, cylinders and other offerings on the red cloth cast slanting black shadows on the red cloth;

Incense, flowers, lamps, fruits and other offerings are all available.

He Dong of Feng Chenggui's team holds a small incense burner in his left hand and a yellow talisman in his right hand, stepping forward:

"Nine phoenixes destroy the filth, and the essence and evil perish..."

I have heard many times that the second anti-smuggling team used to be a yin and yang slave, and also learned the skills of the true preaching, but this is the first time Wu Qing has seen the salt police use the true preaching method.

Even though he has seen a lot of strange things, Wu Qing can only be regarded as a person who has just entered the mystery. Looking at He Dongxing's scientific rituals, he can't help but feel elated at this time.

Yo?The talisman glowed.

Hey!There was dust under He Dong's feet.

Ok?Why did the light group fly towards him?

Wu Qing just wanted to dodge, but was held down by Zeng Kuo beside him,

"do not move."

　All readers are accustomed to reading books, so it should be easy to see the current situation of this book.

　　Commonly known as, the pace is too big to pull the egg.

　　It's not the reader's problem, it's my problem.

　　If you think, you are capable, but when you write, you are incompetent; if you think too much, you write too little;

　　There are lines, but I can't write anything with emotion.

　　I say I won’t read the comments anymore, but my body is very honest... cough cough

　　Rhythm has been a problem since the first volume, and I wanted to change it... Then I knew that I couldn't change it in what I was writing... Ahem, the more you change it, the worse it gets, and you lose your own characteristics up.

　　I thought the pacing was fast story at first but no...it's a crossroads...

　　Then I thought it was a problem with the narrative method... In the end, painting a tiger was not an anti-dog, and it was a bunch of wheels.

　　Then find out how other people say "rhythm". Oh, it varies from person to person. It turns out that it can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words... (a kind of plant)
　　Ugly, bad, I want to slap myself.It's embarrassing.

　　Seeing that there are fewer and fewer comments, the evaluation is getting lower and lower.

　　First of all, I feel ashamed, ashamed to subscribe, reward, and reward readers.

　　I feel like I'm caught in a net... a net I've woven for myself - typical self-righteousness, small plates and big appetites.

　　But now the story line is like this, and I can only write it down, at least from the beginning to the end.

　　Every reader is lovely...Thank you, after writing the book, I feel a joy that I have never felt before, and I am very happy to be with you, whether it is a reader who has long since abandoned the book, or a reader who insists on reading now.

　　Thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)