The first snow in winter fell. Although it was not heavy, it also covered the world with a thin layer of white veil. The temperature dropped rapidly to zero. The earth was empty and dead, and all living things were silent in this cold.

On Mount Zhongnan, Old Man Feng stood on the top of the mountain, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, half-black and half-white hair and beard swaying with the cold wind. He stood with his hands behind his back and stared at the scenery outside the mountain. His body was surrounded by vigorous qi and blood. Before the snowflakes fell on him, it seemed as if he had encountered high-temperature steam vaporized and disappeared with the wind.

"It's been seventy-two years, but I didn't expect that I would go down the mountain again, old man."

He stretched out his hand and watched his originally thin arms recover their full flesh and blood, and the qi and blood that were like a stove rose continuously outside the body.

Old Man Feng finally stared around Zhongnan Mountain, and a trace of nostalgia and reluctance flashed in his eyes... After all, this is the home he has lived in for more than 70 years.

Indecision is not his nature, and his eyes soon flashed with firmness.

Whoosh!

His body turned into wind, disappeared from the top of the mountain, and rushed out of the mountain. After a while, he appeared next to the mountain road at the foot of the mountain. A middle-aged man in police uniform was next to him. He saw him appearing with a hint of joy on his face, and saluted him directly and opened the car door respectfully.

"Senior Feng, please get in the car."

Old man Feng got into the car, and the middle-aged man in police dress said directly:

"My father has already set up a banquet at Lantian Hotel..."

Old Man Feng shook his head and said, "No need, thank your father for me and thank him for the order to stop me. Even if I saved him and Lao Li's kindness, I can also promise him a request, as long as it does not violate the morality of the country, does not violate the law, and does not involve important military and political affairs."

"Senior Feng, the kindness you saved my dad and my grandfather back then was not as good as this. And my father's request has been stated. Please go down the mountain to join the Ministry of Armed Forces and serve the country to kill those ghosts that are hard to kill..."

Old Man Feng shook his head again and said, "This is not a requirement. Even if he doesn't say that I will go down the mountain to kill demons sooner or later, reward good and punish evil..."

"By the way, I haven't gone down the mountain for more than 70 years. I don't know if there are bandits, robbers, bullies, landlords, local tyrants, evil gentry and others in the world at the foot of the mountain to harm the world? The old man doesn't mind taking off their heads in person."

The middle-aged man in the police uniform replied with a hint of laughter and crying on his face:

"Senior Feng, you also know that our country is now in a prosperous era. The bandits, robbers, bullies, landlords and so on you were swept away fifty or sixty years ago."

"As for... the local tyrants and evil gentry... this evil gentry certainly does not have it."

"There are many tyrants, but the meaning has changed a long time ago. The tyrants now refer to rich and successful people in society. Young people say that who is rich is a tyrant, and they mean to praise him for being rich."

"Oh... So that's it. No wonder many of the new secret realm players have named them so strange, such rich and rich people..."

Old man Feng said as if he sighed:

"Yes, it's a peaceful and prosperous era now."

"But even in a peaceful and prosperous era, there will be bad people and evil people, Xiao Li. If there is any difficult murderer to catch in the future, come to me."

"Haha, how can you do this little thing? The most important thing you have to deal with those things."

"I see."

"Let's go directly to the Xishan Guowu headquarters and arrange my work as soon as possible."

"This is!"

...

Five days later, at night, in Xishancheng, Old Man Feng was still wearing his black Zhongshan suit, but there was a newest smartphone in his pocket and it was not very good to use it.

After five days of hard work, Old Man Feng already knew most of the common sense in this era. Fortunately, he never had any questions about "whether there are bandits or robbers."

It was midnight, and Old Man Feng walked into a city park alone. The park was vast, artificial lake, fitness square, children's slides, swings, etc.

Old Man Feng looked indifferent, his whole body was restrained in blood, and slowly walked towards the artificial lakeside, stepped onto the artificial lake bridge to the small pavilion in the heart of the lake.

He sat down in the pavilion, closed his eyes, as if waiting for something.

Didn't wait long, strange lake water waves came from the artificial lake under the pavilion, and a pair of pale young children's arms slowly surfaced, stretching and stretching, reaching towards the old man Feng in the center of the pavilion.

Just as he was about to grab Old Man Feng's ankle, Old Man Feng's eyes suddenly glared and his hands ignited a red flame of blood.

Kick!!

Old Man Feng's iron arm grabbed the pale baby's ghost hand and grabbed it to the death!

Sisi, the red blood flames on his hands burned the baby's ghost hand.

"Wow!! Wow!!"

The strange and miserable baby screamed, which sounded harsh and harsh and had a split headache.

"Hurry!! Mr. Feng has caught the ghost baby!"

"Start, set off! The spiritual cultivation team is dispatched, the martial cultivation team guards, you must take down this ghost baby today!"

"yes!!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

Outside the park, on several buses, the director of the Xishan Branch of the Xishan Municipal Branch, a special abnormal biology and event management bureau jointly sent elite strong men, saw the scene of him grabbing the ghost hand through the special miniature spiritual vision camera worn by Mr. Feng, and hurriedly issued orders.

The two teams of special management bureau personnel were wearing black windbreakers, black anti-spirit helmets, and spiritual vision glasses. They were well-trained and orderly, rushing straight to the artificial lake in the park.

The weapons held by the two teams are different.

A team was holding a silver-white magic hunting pistol in their hands, with yellow talismans sticking to their chests and belly, and various small equipment and ornaments were tied to their hands and feet.

The other team is different. They each hold different types of cold weapons, swords, guns, swords and sticks. They are strong temperaments and cold eyes. They are all successful warriors who have been transformed from at least the level of dark power to cultivate their internal skills. They are all extraordinary, have outstanding combat power to fight against ordinary ghosts, and are also responsible for covering and protecting members of the spiritual cultivation team of the other team.

"Old Master Feng is so amazing. His hands can actually catch the ghost baby directly. This is even more powerful than the old Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain last time."

"Of course, Mr. Feng is a player in the secret realm, and he is also the only eight internal power realm warriors at present. His national skills have been cultivated to an incredible level, and his body is full of blood and blood, which is as thick as a super human."

The members of the martial arts group are all male, ranging in age from twenty to forty, and most of them are from the military.

The members of the spiritual cultivation group are complicated, both men and women, and they are usually young, the oldest is only thirty-two, and the youngest is just eighteen.
Chapter completed!