Nightmare Attack

God knows how much patience Wu used to force himself not to draw his knife and chop the man in front of him.

He forced himself not to think about it anymore, because it would make him feel stupid.

An idea flashed through his mind. Should he let the starving ghost come down and talk to Jiang Cheng to make it clear that the snow was its own idea and had nothing to do with him.

Then he would beat up the starving ghost in front of Jiang Cheng, so that he would have a way out.

But later, Wu gave up.

Jiang Cheng was not a fat man, and he was not so easy to fool.

Wu still pretended to be indifferent on his face. With a thought, he controlled the starving ghost to retract his magical power. After all, he had been discovered, and there was no point in continuing.

This matter was not his fault. If there was anyone to blame, it could only be Jiang Cheng who was too unromantic. He actually checked the weather forecast, which Wu had not expected.

But what happened next made Wu frown.

The snow outside... was still falling.

Not only did it not show any signs of stopping, but the snow was getting more and more violent.

How could this happen?

Wu continued to give orders to the starving ghost, but what chilled his heart was that the starving ghost seemed to be out of his control, refusing to execute his orders, and instead going against him.

This was the first time.

In the bedroom, Wu's figure disappeared instantly.

When Wu appeared again, he was on the roof of the building, which was the center of the blizzard. A huge snow tornado rose into the sky, and in the center of the tornado, a tall and withered figure was looming.

Wu continued to try to control the starving ghost, but this time he had just given an order when a strange phenomenon occurred. The snow tornado suddenly changed direction and rushed towards him.

Under the blessing of the snow tornado, the large snowflakes were extremely fast, like sharp blades, sweeping towards Wu.

Although the incident happened suddenly, Wu did not retreat but advanced. There was no need to draw his sword at all. He stretched out his left hand and inserted it into the snow tornado. Then he pulled hard, spread his five fingers, and clenched them hard. A terrifying breath exploded in an instant, directly crushing the snow tornado.

But as the snow tornado dissipated, the figure of the starving ghost disappeared.

A strong wind came from behind, and the starving ghost flapped his huge palm and slapped Wu Dou's head.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be beaten into a meat pie.

But Wu had already sensed the other party's breath, and his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

The starving ghost had no time to wonder after his attack. Suddenly, a huge force came from behind, and Wu used his scabbard to knock the 10-meter-tall starving ghost to the ground.

Then he walked forward and stepped on the starving ghost's head.

He could easily kill the starving ghost, but it was meaningless. What he wanted to figure out was why this happened.

It's not scary if the starving ghost gets out of control, or even if a few more guys get out of control. What's really scary is that guy. Wu thought of the door that Lin Wan'er traded to him, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

If that guy gets out of control, it will be really bad.

But just when Wu was thinking, the starving ghost suddenly became docile again. Wu tried to continue giving orders to the starving ghost. This time, the starving ghost showed extreme obedience.

Wu even gave orders to let it hurt itself, and the starving ghost executed it without any discount.

Now, Wu was even more confused.

His first reaction was whether it was Lin Wan'er, or the guys brought by Lin Wan'er, who were doing something tricky, but first, Wu didn't think they had such ability, and second, and most importantly, he watched them leave, and there was no smell of them nearby.

It was really a ghost...

In another building about 1 kilometer away from here, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of an empty window.

This was an unfinished building with only a rough framework. Not only was there no one living in it, but even basic settings such as windows and doors were not installed.

"The president is very skilled. That guy was fooled by you, but he didn't know it." Behind the man standing with his hands behind his back stood a tall and thin middle-aged man, who was slightly bent over with a flattering look on his face.

The man of obviously respected status looked in a direction without a clue, his rare pair of silver eyes were particularly eye-catching in the night.

"Uncle Ghost." The man, who was naturally the president of the Night Watch, spoke lightly, "What do you think?"

A figure covered in a gray robe spoke, his voice revealed caution, and there was a trace of fear that could not be concealed, "This guy... is very strong. The old man in the presiding judge must have died in his hands. If it weren't for your ability to restrain him, I'm afraid..."

Suddenly, the eyes of the candle holder hidden under the robe paused, and then as if he had discovered something extremely important, his pupils suddenly shrank, "This is..."

The silver-eyed man raised the corners of his mouth, exhaled lightly, and smiled: "Uncle Ghost, you also found it, right?"

"It's... It's the breath of that person!" The candle holder seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, his whole person's breathing became rapid, and his tone became exaggerated, "Xia Tan, Xia Tan's door... is actually on him!"

"Yeah." The silver-eyed man nodded, and the playfulness on his face was restrained a lot. The two words Xia Tan have been hanging over the heads of the Night Watch for 20 years. It is like a haze, pressing them to suffocate.

And now, this door is actually on this guy.

"President, Bingzhuren, you don't have to do this." The middle-aged man straightened his back slightly, revealing a feeling of confidence, "We all saw what happened just now. Although this guy is strong, he is far inferior to the president's magical means. Moreover, we all know how strong Xia Tan's sect is. Can this guy... be controlled?"

"Qian Mowen, this time the president is going to nominate you as the acting director of the executive department. This is a great trust in you. I think... you will definitely not disappoint the president's expectations." Bingzhuren turned his head to look at him, and his tone was full of strangeness.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face was happy, and he clasped his hands together, "Of course, thank you for your cultivation. In the future, my Qian family will follow the president's lead and do whatever it takes."

Unexpectedly, this time, the silver-eyed man turned around, stared at the middle-aged man's face, looked at him for a moment, and sighed.

Qian Mowen was confused, "Mr. President, you..."

"Mr. Qian, I am optimistic about you, but whether you can successfully take over the position of the head of the executive department is not entirely decided by me, but also depends on the opinion of another person." The silver-eyed man said jokingly.

Qian Mowen couldn't help blinking and asked puzzledly: "If you can't make a decision, then... whose opinion do you need?"

"I still need to ask him." The silver-eyed man pointed behind Qian Mowen.

A black figure slowly walked towards them, with a long knife in his hand reflecting cold light.

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