Fantasy Realization System

"Master, why is there evil evil in that house?"

Chu Xinran was in midair, looking at the pedestrians below, and asked curiously.

"Where there are people, there are evil evil spirits."

Zhou Ming didn't tell Chu Xinran about Li Xingwen's family. Huang Xiujuan was born to attract evil evil spirits, and would attract countless evil evil spirits throughout his life.

The daughter of Qi and Li Xingwen does not have the evil physique, but under Ren Li's design, they also become magnets that attract negative energy.

After Li Chan became the body of evil spirits, most of his mentality has been lost, and because of living with Huang Xiujuan for a long time, his spirit was infested by evil evils, and he might have become a living dead a few months ago.

Even if Li Chan can still talk and communicate like normal people, the seven souls in his soul have been melted, and the true feelings do not exist. What is left is just a body without spirituality.

Li Xingwen was just a mortal, and he didn't even know such a situation. He still thought of Li Chan as a flesh and blood creature, his own heart and soul.

"Evil evil exists where there are people..."

Chu Xinran thought about what Zhou Ming said, moving slightly, and said hurriedly: "Master, can you open my eyes once? I want to see the true appearance of this world again."

"Look less, these negative things will affect your xinxing, just like a monk who slayers demons and defends the way for many years. If you don't cultivate your mind in time, you will most likely get into it directly."

Zhou Ming sighed secretly in his heart. If he guessed correctly, after he killed Huang Xiujuan and Li Chan, Li Xingwen also committed suicide.

Otherwise, there would never be so many evil evil things in the place where their family lived.

The higher the wisdom of a creature, the more spiritual energy it possesses, but at the same time, the negative spiritual energy that breeds in the surrounding environment will also increase.

Huang Xiujuan was an evil cultivator, and Li Chan became half-human and half-ghost under his influence. Li Xingwen and both of them were implicated, and Ren Li's spirit was planted with the brand of control, and Ren Li died completely. Later, the brand dissipated, and Li Xingwen was affected by so many negative energies all the year round. I am afraid that he did not realize the negative state in his heart.

Modu Southern District Police Station.

Fang Zhengqing sat in the office, frowning. He never understood why Li Chan's body suddenly became a scarecrow.

And just last night, Li Xingwen committed suicide without warning, and he did not take any unusual actions before his death. Hearing the description of prison guards, Li Xingwen had been sitting on the bed with his head down last night, and he did not take a bite of the food in the prison.

In the middle of the night, when they went to pack the things, they found that Li Xingwen was sitting in the corner holding his legs, completely lost.

After a forensic examination, it was concluded that Li Xingwen blocked his breath with his limbs, and then suffocated.

Before his death, Li Xingwen was in a normal state of mind, but last night, he suddenly committed suicide.

Such things make Fang Zhengqing feel very strange, because Li Xingwen and Li Chan are a family.

Fang Zhengqing has also launched a targeted search for Li Xingwen’s wife Huang Xiujuan these days, but to his surprise, Huang Xiujuan’s last trip location was a hotel, where there was no trace.

There are many doubts in Huang Xiujuan, but now all the clues are broken, which makes Fang Zhengqing very distressed.

"Hey, it's another unsolved case."

Fang Zhengqing pinched the bridge of her nose and took a sip of the cold coffee on the table.

Not long ago, the arrival of Kong Leng and Yue Mei made him break his long-held notion that there are probably many mysterious powers in the world.

It's just that ordinary people can't touch the power of these gods and ghosts...

Coming soon in the afternoon, Zhou Ming and Chu Xinran came to the Magic City Airport and met Leng Jian who was standing at the entrance.

"Let's go, time is urgent."

While speaking coldly, he walked to the dedicated passage aside.

Chu Xinran pulled Zhou Ming's sleeves, puzzled: "Master, since we can fly, why do we have to fly there? Isn't it faster to fly?"

Zhou Ming glanced at Leng Jian's back and smiled at Chu Xinran: "I can do it for a long flight, but if you cultivating qi cultivators fly several provinces in a row, it is very likely that you will die because your aura is exhausted."

"Huh? So serious!"

Chu Xinran blinked her big eyes, her small face was full of shock.

Zhou Ming ignored the little girl's screams and pulled her up to go to the ticket gate.

When the two went through a series of checks, the cold room was already waiting for them.

After Chu Xinran went through the routine check on the flight, she walked to the cold room and muttered a little dissatisfied: "Why can he have privileges? Huh, it's really unfair."

Zhou Ming squeezed Chu Xinran's face and said to Leng Jian, "If I can, I don't really want to take a plane."

Leng Jian smiled awkwardly, "I'm really sorry, Fellow Daoist Shen, I have run out of the teleportation charms in my hand, this time I have to wrong you to fly to Suzhou and Hangzhou with me."

"It's okay, I just don't think the plane is safe."

Zhou Ming said lightly, and walked into the terminal with Chu Xinran.

Looking at Zhou Ming's back in the cold, he put away the documents he was going to take out and followed.

Before long, the three of them got on the plane to Suzhou and Hangzhou together.

Because they bought the tickets in the cold, Zhou Ming and Chu Xinran enjoyed the first-class treatment without exception.

Chu Xinran and Zhou Ming sat in a group of positions opposite each other, while Leng Jian sat on the side of the aisle.

After the plane took off, the passengers were protected in the sweet tone of the flight attendants, and many people began to doze off.

In the economy class, a woman with short hair and a shawl sat in her seat, chatting with the man next to her.

"Mr. Dongshan, are you having fun this time in China?"

"Haha, of course I am happy. If something exciting happens this time, I would be even happier."

The man wears gold-framed glasses and a retro light gray suit. He put his hands on the table and laughed softly.

"Yes, I am looking forward to it too."

The woman was wearing a small waistcoat that looked a little dark red. She held her cheek with one hand and looked at the scenery outside the porthole with a charming smile on her face.

The accents of the two sounded a bit blunt, they should be from the Yingdao country.

When they spoke, a cold expression passed quietly in their eyes.

These two are actually high-level spies sent by Yingdao Country. This time they came to China to perform secret missions of the country.

Because of the Doomsday Weapon in the U.S., it is of course impossible to remain indifferent as the younger brother Yingdao.

After receiving the order from the United States, the main battle faction of Yingdao Kingdom immediately arranged the task and dispatched personnel to secretly go to China, preparing to engage in secret affairs.

No, these two senior spies are one of them.

There are two people talking and laughing, the male is Hichuan Dongshan, and the female is Shenyuan Yingma.

Richuan Dongshan comes from the Richuan family of Yingdao Country. The Richuan family belongs to the line of the Great Onmyoji, the secret treasure of Yingdao Kingdom. The tribe members are based on the practice of various mysterious onmyojis and possess a powerful and rich heritage.

Shenyuan Sakura Ma is a ninja trained at Yingdao Shrine. She is proficient in various assassination ninjutsu, and her strength is comparable to Hikawa Higashiyama.

The two of them are first-class masters in Yingdao Junior High, and they came to China this time to create a plane crash accident.

The plane entered the established flight route under the control of the crew and gradually stabilized. The passengers in the plane were bored, either nap, chatting or fiddling with their own media devices.

"Master, let's play cards."

On the first-class side, Chu Xinran drank a drink, fiddled with the cards on the table, and smiled and said to Zhou Ming, who closed his eyes and calmed down.

"No time for that."

Zhou Ming leaned on the soft chair, closed his eyes and turned his head aside.

"Master, you are so boring."

Chu Xinran picked up a small cookie on the table and took a bite, turned his head to look towards Lengjian, and raised the poker card in his hand, "Hey, Uncle Leng, do you want to play cards?"

Leng Jian was sitting in his seat and adjusting his breath. Hearing Chu Xinran calling him, he opened his eyes with a wry smile and said to Chu Xinran, "No, I want to take a break."

"Huh? Why are you all like old people, the road is so boring, is it not good to play cards with me?"

Chu Xinran whispered, turning the playing cards in his hand with one hand, and looked at an old man in Chinese tunic suit beside Leng Jian.

"Master, I think you are quite leisurely. Would you like to play poker with me?"

The old man sitting beside Lengjian was enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window, but Chu Xinran's voice suddenly pulled him back from thinking about life. He looked at the lively little girl with a gentle smile, "If your companion is willing to change positions with you, I can play poker with you."

"Okay,"

Chu Xinran was overjoyed. After sitting for half an hour, she was bored and spoiled. Now she finally found someone who could play games with her and stood up happily, "Uncle Leng, change her position."

Leng Jian glanced at Shen Yue, who was still closing her eyes and rested, and without saying anything, she got up and exchanged positions with Chu Xinran.

For the old man next to him, Lengjian only greeted him after boarding the plane, and then he never said anything.

As the chief of the security bureau and a monk, he naturally didn't want to have too much contact with the world.

This time he walked in the Demon City, he had already broken his own practice regulations.

Chu Xinran had just started practicing, but she didn't understand these rules, and sat down beside the old man, flicking his fingers on the poker, showing a smile.

"Master, what is your name? My name is Chu Xinran, you can call me Xinran."

"Haha, you little girl is interesting. My last name is Shi and my name is Wenlin."

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