In the house.

It only took less than a minute to walk from the room to the door, but it took Mai a whole day to walk without being able to walk out.

Mai is originally a very nervous person.

However, at this moment, he was holding the box in one hand and a short knife in the other, standing there with an uncertain expression on his face.

At this time, the slightest disturbance would make him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

As an outstanding descendant of the Sisir family.

When he was young, he inherited considerable psychic abilities from his parents.

Coupled with the family's resource support, even if he has not become an officially registered spiritual master.

But he also enjoys the treatment of a spiritual exterminator, and has a special psychic creature gifted by his family, one of the seven blades, the ice blade.

A high-grade psychic creature that hurts the spirit, and also adds its own powerful psychic assistance.

This time we are here to investigate the reason why Tu Ren disappeared last night, and to track down clues about the box left by Grandma Zhang.

Now the box is in my hands.

But Feng Ren, who came together to investigate, disappeared.

He disappeared beside him silently, without even saying hello to himself.

What made him collapse the most was that no matter which direction he walked, he would eventually be knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he would find that he was still standing in the same place.

Once or twice up to a whole day.

Looking at the sky above my head, it gradually turns from day to night, and from dark night to late night.

The cars and lights outside seemed to form a completely different world from the houses in front of me.

But what he can be sure of is that he is not in the spiritual space.

This is the true reality.

"Buzz buzz..."

At this time, the shock in his pocket made him even more uneasy. When he carefully fumbled for his phone, cold sweat was already rolling down his forehead.

Looking at it, there is a familiar phone number.

Instead, Mai looked more like she was facing a formidable enemy, vigilantly pressing her back against the wall, the blade reflecting the biting cold light.

A murderous aura spread all around.

After making sure there were no problems around her, Mai gently pressed the call button. But before she could speak, she felt something flash in front of her.

"Boom!"

"Hey! Hey! Feng Ren, what the hell are you doing? I'm going to break your throat when you come back..."

There was a constant stream of curses coming from the phone.

However, Fuu Renmai was not able to answer. She only saw for a while, a fleshy paw with pink flesh pads exposed, gently pressed on the phone, and then hung up the phone.

Looking at a series of phone numbers flashing on it, the police chief looked curious, and pressed the dial button with his fleshy little paws to dial back the phone number he had just hung up.

"Dududu... Fengblade, I'm warning you seriously, the consequences of doing this will be very... Dududu..."

On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man with a serious face was holding up his mobile phone. His expression was blank, and soon his fat face became distorted.

This is already the 48th call.

But in the 48 call records, he has yet to hear the voice of Feng Ren.

After sitting back on the chair angrily, the man grimaced and picked up the other phone in the office: "Help me get through to the task force and call up all Feng Ren's travel records today!"

On the other end, I don't know how long it took for the wind blade wearing Mai to get up from the ground.

A familiar soreness hit the back of his neck, causing him to unconsciously rub his neck.

However, when he raised his head, he saw that he was standing in front of the door again, still holding the box in his hand.

His face turned pale for a while.

He could hardly remember how many times he had returned to this position.

Even in a daze, he began to doubt himself a little.

It seemed like everything before was just an illusion, and I was just standing here in a daze from beginning to end.

I felt cold, hungry, frightened and frightened for a while.

There are really experts!

Top master!

For such a top master, apart from the ancestors, there is probably no other person in his family.

That guy from Feng Ren was absolutely right, it must be Grandma Zhang!

This cruel old woman is said to have become a useless person and has long since ignored world affairs.

Fake, all fake!

This old woman must have done this on purpose and arranged for top experts to be here, so she could hand over the box to this boy with such confidence.

That’s right! That must be the case!!

The Butcher's Blade and the Wind Blade were killed quietly. If they don't kill me now, they will continue to use them as bait.

All of this turned out to be a trap by the old woman, including illnesses and surgeries, all just to target their family.

"If I want to go out, I must report the news to my family!"

The more Bing Ren thought about it, the colder his heart became, feeling that his family might have fallen into some kind of invisible crisis.

"Damn it, come out! Come out for me. Those who want to kill or chop you up will come. It's nothing to hide in the dark and play with me. Get out! Let me die easily."

Bingren screamed angrily.

He looked around. He was already so angry that he didn't have time to think about anything. He saw an ice blade swung in his hand, and the biting frost instantly spread around.

"If you don't come out, I will demolish this yard and see how long you can hide!"

After Bingren finished speaking, he waved the short knife in his hand, and the spiritual energy source was continuously injected into it. For a moment, a cold light flashed, and an ice bird emerged from the blade.

Make a high-pitched chirping sound.

Then the ice bird took off and shot straight into the sky.

Upon seeing this, Bingren's eyes showed some confidence. Once activated, this move of Snow Phoenix Kill would be powerful enough to turn this house into ruins.

At that time, even if he is on the verge of death and the huge movement cannot be concealed anymore, the family will inevitably become vigilant.

However, I saw the ice bird just fluttering its wings and soaring into the sky.

"Meow!"

Suddenly a black shadow jumped out from the rafters.

"Finally I couldn't bear it anymore!"

Seeing this, Bing Ren's eyes flashed with brilliance. He took this opportunity to kick off his legs. After just two steps, his speed accelerated to the limit in a short period of time.

In a flash of lightning, people had already rushed to the door.

"success!"

Looking at the vermilion door, I saw a smile on Bingren's face. Even if the opponent was a top expert who wanted to stop his killing blow, he would have to go all out and no longer have the ability to take care of himself.

He touched the door with both hands and pulled hard. The door suddenly opened through a gap, and the light from the night outside shone on his cheek.

There had never been a moment when he felt that even the street lights on the roadside seemed to have suddenly become beautiful.

Especially the old aunt who set up a stall on the roadside and sold steamed buns, she felt kind and generous in his eyes for a while.

Look at the round, vermilion face, the eclectic braids, the kitchen skirt stained with oil, which represents the fruits of labor, and the golden and round little buns in the frame.

He couldn't help but have the urge to rush up, yell, and give me ten cents.

"boom!"

However, all this longing for beauty was accompanied by a sudden and severe pain in the back of his head. Bingren's eyes turned black, and he still kept a stiff smile on his face. For a moment, his head hit the door.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and the door that had just been opened was slammed shut.

The aunt who was still frying stinky tofu heard the sound and looked up, but saw nothing. She scratched her head and continued to shout: "Wowotou, four for one dollar, hehe~~"

"Woo!!!"

Beside the river, the hum of freighters echoed in the night sky.

On one side are the bustling urban high-rise buildings, which are colorful at night and even more dazzling and beautiful than during the day.

On the other side was a dock as dark as night, with only a few dim street lights illuminating the road.

"thorn slip~~"

A bowl of hot wontons is placed in front of you, accompanied by a cage of steamed noodles with white mist. A mouthful of fresh soup goes into your throat, and you feel that the soup is clear and delicious. The chicken soup that has been cooked for a long time has already completely absorbed the aroma of the chicken.
To be continued...