The sun is hazy, clear and not dazzling, everything seems to have been washed, clean and clear.

Yucheng rarely reveals a blue sky, as if it is heralding something good.

In the bedroom, Wen Zhengming slowly woke up from his practice and felt energetic.

He stretched his body and stretched his body.

"A new day!"

Wen Zhengming took a look at his "Pure Yang Daluo Temple". At present, this method has reached the third level.

His current level has reached level 8.

"Last night was very lively. Daming said no, but when he tied up people, he was full of excitement in his eyes."

Wen Zhengming watched Lin Qingsheng's performance all night last night.

Especially on the building, the bundles are all professional, and I feel that I can't be so professional without being so obscene for twenty or thirty years.

"Today should be more lively." Wen Zhengming sat up and said to himself.

Ten spies hung on the top of the tallest building in Yucheng, and it was difficult to think about whether this kind of thing was lively or not.

After taking a shower, Wen Zhengming turned on the computer and found that the hot searches were all full of news about Qixin Hotel:

"Is it the reappearance of unknown creatures? Is it the revival of spiritual energy or the arrival of aliens?"

"Unknown creatures reappeared, and ten people outside Qixin Hotel were hung. What exactly did the unknown creatures mean?"

"The Superintendent of the Ministry of Justice urgently blocked the Qixin Hotel, and unknown creatures reappeared."

………

Wen Zhengming, wearing pajamas, sat on the game swivel chair and reached out to touch his chin.

"It's so lively, should I go and have a look?"

Wen Zhengming felt that he should go and see it. It is said that all the murderers with high IQ like to go to the scene to see it.

This is a unique sense of pleasure, which comes from a sense of pleasure with a high IQ that is above everyone else.

After touching his handsome hair, Wen Zhengming decided to go.

At least, go and see if Lin Qingsheng did not perform properly, the man's ban was not conspicuous.

At noon, Wen Zhengming took an umbrella and went to Qixin Hotel in the scorching sun.

By the time Wen Zhengming arrived, there were already crowds of people in front of Qixin Hotel.

After Wen Zhengming got off the car, he plowed a road among the crowd with his body of level 8.

Walking to the cordon, Wen Zhengming looked along the tall building, and ten small figures hung from afar on the steel monster rising from the ground.

It's like a new bud sprouted from a tall tree.

“It’s really neat.”

Wen Zhengming couldn't help but sigh.

Lin Qingsheng's execution is still very strong.

The middle-aged man with a bald head beside him heard Wen Zhengming's sigh and took the initiative to speak: "Isn't that? They are all international friends!"

Wen Zhengming:………

Uncle, why do I feel that you are so happy?

Wen Zhengming coughed twice and said, "Uncle, didn't you say there are ghosts inside? Why are you standing so close?"

"Don't call me uncle, I'm only over twenty years old, just call me brother." The middle-aged uncle touched his head and corrected.

Wen Zhengming's mouth twitched and said, "Dare you ask about the profession of a big brother?"

"programmer."

"Ah...then the income should be OK."

The uncle nodded and said:

"That's right, haven't you read the news just now? The Ministry of Justice sent a message saying that unknown creatures have territorial consciousness, and it's safe for everyone to not enter the cordon."

The uncle talked happily.

"Oh, so that's how it is!"

Wen Zhengming responded perfunctorily, raised the big black umbrella in his hand, and looked at the person hanging on the roof from afar.

Seeing Wen Zhengming looking towards that side, the uncle smiled and said:

"Yes, but this ghost is also strange. I just took the telescope and looked from a distance. The rope was really beautifully beaten. This is probably a ghost who is obsessed with cleanliness."

"Well, that brother is really good at crafting."

Wen Zhengming nodded as if he was recalling something and expressed his agreement.

The brother who plays with ropes is very professional.

Seeing Wen Zhengming nodding, the uncle became even more enthusiastic, as if he had found a confidant.

"You didn't come early enough. If you came early, you could see an anchor being taken out. What's the name of "The Medicine Death Qin Shihuang."

"Uncle" seemed very talkative, but Wen Zhengming twitched his lips and said, "Is it 'buy medicine for Qin Shihuang'?"

"Oh, it seems to be called this name." The uncle touched the sparse hair on his head and said:

"This guy is also a tough guy who insists on going in and communicating with the ghost. He also claims that he is very experienced and has communicated with the ghost before."

"Oh, that's pretty stern." Wen Zhengming nodded.

"Not only that, even some people abroad can't stand it. They condemn the Ming Dynasty and say that the Ming Dynasty did not protect other people. Do you think this is a nonsense?"

The uncle said indignantly:

"It's not a common accident when caught by this thing. How can you blame the Ming Dynasty? You said yes?"

"Uncle, you're right."

"Everyone said don't call me uncle."

"Uncle, I have something to do, let's go first."

Without waiting for the uncle to continue speaking, Wen Zhengming walked out of the crowd and found a milk tea shop to sit down. Now it was much quieter.

He looked through foreign topics related to Qixin Hotel and found that most of them were condemning the failure to protect other people, but did not condemn the Ming Dynasty's custody and stealing against other people.

I guess some of them were spies and some were guilty. Of course, it is not ruled out that some of them had only one connector, and others didn’t know that they were spies. In other words, they hadn’t found that they were spies.

By the time I discovered it, I guess it would be a condemnation.

In a trance, Wen Zhengming seemed to see two old men fighting each other in the air.

"Tsk tsk... my heart is dark!"

Wen Zhengming touched his heart, beating and energetic, and couldn't help but sigh: "Now there are not many people as pure as me."

The young lady above the counter seemed to have heard something ridiculous and was laughing there.

Wen Zheng responded politely to the smile. As a decent person, at this time, whether he was laughing at himself or not, he had to pretend not to know.

Sure enough, the young lady stopped laughing immediately, but just lowered her head in panic, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Wen Zhengming drank all his milk tea and turned around and walked out of the milk tea shop.

Alas... People nowadays cannot hide their emotions!

Today's Yucheng is more lively than usual, and Wen Zhengming is mixed in the crowd and disappears in the distance.

………

On the high-rise of Qixin Hotel, Lin Qingsheng lowered his head and looked at the crowds flowing below.

"Which level has the ghost reached?"

He spoke to Quan: "18th floor!"

"Then it's almost time to reach the ground. Take good ground protection and no one is allowed to enter the cordon. This thing has its own territorial consciousness. It will not attack even if it is a step outside the territory; it will never stop within the territory even if it is a step."

Lin Qingsheng rubbed the rusty spear in his hand.

This heavy spear had already pointed it into his hands.

Since he practiced the "Black Clothing Taoist Practice", Lin Qingsheng felt that he was improving every day. The only thing that was more uncomfortable was that his practice speed was getting slower and slower.

Lin Qingsheng couldn't see his attribute page. He didn't know that his current level was level three, and the ghost level he suppressed that day was five.

But he could feel his improvement slowing down.

However, this kind of slowness is not obvious, but Lin Qingsheng has a feeling that if he continues to practice like this, sooner or later, the progress will make Lin Qingsheng crazy.

"This gun is the gun that can suppress evil spirits?" Xiang Quan suddenly asked.

"Yes!"

"May I take a look at it?"
To be continued...