Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the huge villa, nothing could be heard except for the heavy breathing of jack.

Wang Xuebin took out a rocking chair and sat aside, leisurely and watching coldly. The women beside him were so scared that they were almost fainted.

It’s just that when the jack is no different from the evil spirits in the eighteen levels of hell.

The muscles on the body twitched into a ball, and the clothes that had just been wearing were also torn apart in struggle. The wounds on the body were extremely ferocious, and the blue veins on the face were exposed, which was very terrifying.

Wang Xuebin sat aside, shaking, watching, without asking questions, and just waiting indifferently.

After a long time, the pain caused by the medicine subsided without a trace, but Jack could do nothing but breathe.

He was exhausted all over his body, and he couldn't even lift his eyes to open his eyes. His throat was already yelling and he lost his voice, but he still struggled, making hissing sounds in his throat, as if he was defending something.

Questions?Information?

To be honest, Wang Xuebin never thought of getting information from the mouths of living people. Since he learned Maoshan magic, he found that at some point, ghosts are much easier to deal with than humans!

Since he is confident that he can get what he wants from the ghost's mouth, why bother to fight with a living person?

Wouldn't it be nice to turn him into a ghost?

Torture, endless torture, is not to torture him, but to force out the deep resentment of his heart and make him feel obsessed with revenge.

Wang Xuebin has seen people and ghosts, but he has never seen such situations as humans turning into ghosts, so he doesn't care about them on his face, but he still pays more attention in his heart.

After all, the mystery between life and death is really a very special insight for him!

Seeing Jack's body trembling, as if he was still savoring the afterglow of the pain, Wang Xuebin took out another injection, smiled and stood up and squatted in front of Jack, stretched out his eyelids, and asked with a smile:

"Did you think of what to say?"

"Hiss...heep...cough..."

Seeing the familiar injection, Jack suddenly felt a desire to survive and struggled weakly.

His voice was completely yelled, and he could only make such a strange sound. He insisted on turning over and lying on the ground, banging his forehead on the floor one after another, and he didn't even have the strength to kneel.

"No? Good! Give it a species!"

When Wang Xuebin saw this scene, he pretended not to see him and did not talk nonsense. He continued to inject the third potion into his body regardless of Jack's struggle.

At this time, Jack no longer looked like a human being, and his struggle was no longer as violent as before. His body shook and gradually he died of rest.

The women in the corner were already in fear and completely fainted.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out to try Jack's pulse, then opened his eyelids and looked at his pupils.

His pulse stopped beating, his pupils dilated, and he was indeed dead. Then he stood up, flashed to the side, and patiently observed the scene when the ghost was born.

The lights in the living room became dim, the curtains and chandeliers began to automatically be free of wind, and a ghostly aura slowly rose in the villa.

Wow

The wind became heavier and heaved, passing through the hall, and bursts of crying sounded. In this quiet night, people couldn't help but feel extremely cold.

In the living room, Wang Xuebin took out four red candles from the space and used a needle to pump a few drops of blood into Jack's body.

I lit the candle and placed it in four corners of the living room. While I was chanting something in my mouth, I dripped a few drops of jack of blood into each ignited candle.

In just an instant, the flames rose three inches and turned into a strange dark green. The dark green candlelight shone in the dim living room, not only did not illuminate the living room, but it became even more dim and depressing.

Wang Xuebin observed quietly, observing every trace of vision. While observing, he began to walk around the four corners of the room.

One circle...two circles...three circles...four circles...come...

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"A9, have you really decided..."

In Uncle 9's new home, Superintendent Hou and Ma Sir each held a lit cigarette, leaned on the sofa, looked at Uncle 9 with a quiet face, frowned, and wanted to say something.

The room was filled with fireworks, and people were not visible. The ashtray on the coffee table was filled with cigarette butts, and there was also a layer of cigarette butts in the trash can. Obviously, they had not had a short time to chat.

"No need to persuade me, I have decided. After all the trivial matters are handled, I will set off for Japan!"

"Can..."

Listening to Uncle 9's words and looking at his firm eyes, Ma Sir's words of persuasion were all stuck around his mouth, and he couldn't say a word.

"What about Guanlan? What about A Lian? And Baoyan! You are not young anymore. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the people around you!"

When the silent Uncle 9 heard Manager Hou’s words, his quiet face finally had a stir. When Manager Hou saw this scene, he couldn’t help but exhort his persuasion:

"...You don't think about Guanlan, how much sacrifice he made for you? A young man with an unlimited future was charged with killing the police out of thin air. Isn't it to protect your identity as a royal policeman?

You are different from me. I am just an unknown person. Even if you resign from the police station, there will be no danger.

But you are different. You have the ability and have a deep blood hatred with 9 Juyilu. They have been staring at you and will never let you go easily no matter what!

Once you lose the protective color of the police, 9 Ju First Ran can plot against you more unscrupulously. Guanlan is going to Japan. If you resign, then A Lian and Baoyan will be really in danger!"

Ma Sir, who was standing beside him, also agreed when he heard Manager Hou's words.

"That's right, Ah 9, as long as you are still a policeman, countless colleagues will be your most solid backing!

With them here, no matter how high-ranking 9 Ju or those senior ghosts are, in order to prevent their colleagues from tragic and arouse their righteous indignation, they dare not target you without a bottom line!

But once you are no longer a policeman, they will have nothing to care about!"

Justice and evil are, just like light and darkness, to a certain extent, balanced. Those who break this balance will inevitably be targeted by both good and evil!

Of course, justice will suppress evil, and evil will always think about eliminating justice, but whenever the other party breaks the balance, it will inevitably be subject to corresponding backlash!

When justice breaks through balance, evil will become a death-breaking thing, and when evil breaks through balance, justice will become a common hatred for the enemy.

Unless one party can suppress everything with absolute power, justice and evil will eventually maintain a balance.

Whether it is Wang Xuebin, Ma Sir and Supervisor Hou, they tried every means to protect Uncle 9's identity as a policeman, so that as long as Uncle 9 is still a policeman for one day, 9 Ju first-rate dares not take revenge without any bottom line!

Uncle 9 is not afraid of revenge, but neither A Lian nor Forensic Chen have become Uncle 9's weaknesses.

And those with weaknesses cannot defeat enemies without bottom line!

"You don't have to say anything more!"

Uncle 9 looked firm and had bright eyes. He looked at his two elder brothers and smiled helplessly.

"Oh! You guys...

It’s not that I don’t care about A Lian and Baoyan, but that 9 Ju First Rook has already made a move. If I don’t take the move and choose to avoid the battle, 9 Ju First Rook will be really unscrupulous until then!”

Uncle 9 said, stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said melodiously:

"When seeking peace by struggle, peace exists; when seeking peace by compromise, peace will perish. This is a war, and I have no room to retreat. If I take this step, there will be no place to die!

A Lian and Baoyan I will give them a proper arrangement and will not let them receive the threat from 9 Ju first-class. As for me..."

He turned around, looked at Ma Sir and Director Hou seriously, and said in a deep voice:

"...I can't watch Guanlan take care of everything for me!

We are old and he is still young, and he still has infinite possibilities. His future achievements will definitely surpass me. We cannot be ruined in my hatred in vain!"

The breeze outside the window poured into the turbid house, bringing a long-lost coolness.

"This time, I have to go..."

The misty smoke danced with the traces of the breeze, and the cigarette was still burning. Ma Sir and Director Cheng did not have the intention to take another sip. They were both immersed in Uncle 9's words just now.

Yes, where can I retreat?

For Ah 9, Wang Guanlan died of his parents and lost his family property. Now that he has taken all his money in, how can Ah 9 get back?

If he retreats, what face does he have to meet Wang Guanlan's two old men, and what face does he have to meet his dead father?

"You... don't have to persuade you anymore. I've decided. I'll go to the police station to complete the resignation procedures tomorrow. After that, I will take A Lian and Baoyan to the same place and a safe place until I come back..."

"Safe...where are you going?"

"Motherland, Maoshan!"

......

In the living room of the villa, Wang Xuebin sat on the sofa, holding his chest with one hand and touching his chin with the other, his eyes were dull and confused.

Also in the living room were a whole room of ghosts, and ghosts stood in a group and surrounded him.

There are about seventy or eighty, most of them are women. The older ones are in their thirties and the younger ones are underage. They are all covered in scars, and their eyes are ferociously looking at the ghost jack in front of Wang Xuebin!

......

Kyoto Prefecture, Japan, is a place with a long history. It is the spiritual home of the Japanese people and the origin of Japanese culture.

Kyoto Prefecture is located in the middle of the Honshu Island in Japan. It is part of the Osaka metropolitan area in Japan and is also the most prosperous place except Tokyo and Nagoya!

The population, enterprises, universities, transportation and other resources of Japan are all concentrated here!

Kyoto Prefecture is a symbol of Japanese culture, and countless historical shrines, Buddhist temples and other buildings are located here.

They are beautiful and unique in shape and have a charm. Some are in the streets and alleys, and some are in the deep mountains and forests.

In the city center, there is such an ordinary shrine that they never open their doors to welcome guests or hold any prayer and rituals.

On weekdays, the gates are always closed tightly, and people don’t even know what kind of gods they worship in this shrine.

But even such an ordinary shrine has an unparalleled reputation in the Japanese magic world!

Because, their name is 9 Ju Yilu!

9 The first-class chrysanthemum originated from the Yin and Yang families during the Warring States Period in China. The practice emphasizes the essence of the law of heaven and law, and never worships any gods. What they worship in daily life is just their symbols, four-fold chrysanthemum pattern.

In their opinion, the so-called gods are just some wild gods and ghosts. Only the noble and flawless chrysanthemums are their most sacred source of power.

As for the eight million gods worshipped by other shrines, as long as they are willing, they can easily capture and control the commanders at any time, and naturally they will not have any awe.

Therefore, 9 Ju Yilu’s reputation in the magic world is not very good. It’s just that their magical power is really strong, so other forces choose to avoid them on weekdays.

Today, the shrine where 9 Ju first-class is located is particularly lively because they are going to execute a defected traitor. No force likes traitors, and 9 Ju first-class is no exception.

Before dawn, the first-class people of 9 chrysanthemum gathered in the square in front of the shrine, pinching the flower slap symbolizing the chrysanthemum with their hands, dancing in the square.

9 There are not many first-class people in the 90s. To be precise, it should be in Japan. Except for Buddhism and underworld clubs, there are not many people in all other shrine sects!

9 There are fourteen first-class core members of Ju, but each of these fourteen people is not simple. In the magic world of Japan, these fourteen people are the symbols and representatives of the highest power.

Among them, the Miko of the Western Conference Association, who is most familiar to Wang Xuebin, is one of these fourteen people. As for Jack, he is only the leader of the peripheral forces of the first-rate Hong Kong Island.

As for the calculations against Wang Xuebin and Uncle 9 this time, it was just his intention to take the opportunity to step into the core threshold of 9 Ju’s first-class.

Unfortunately, before his dream came true, Wang Xuebin was crushed to ashes. If there were no accidents, he might end up scattering his soul.

"Miko, before her death, do you have anything else to say?"

The first-class leader of 9 Ju is named Shizuka Fujiwara, a nobleman who has been passed down for nearly a thousand years in Japan. The daughter of the Fujiwara family is no longer verified. Anyway, when Lin Yimei was young, she was already the backbone of 9 Juji's first-class backbone.

At 9 Chrysanthemum, I don’t know if Shizuka Fujiwara is the strongest, but she must be the oldest!

She died of three first-class leaders in 9 Ju, and later because her qualifications were too old, she was pushed to the position of first-class leaders in 9 Ju.

Although Shizuka Fujiwara is already a grandmother here, she still looks young and beautiful.

If someone who doesn't know the truth sees her, he will definitely be fascinated by her unique charm, with a pure face, charming figure, vicissitudes of temperament, and cold voice.

The beauty people often talk about is just like this!

Shizuka Fujiwara, who was in a brown robe, looked at Miko Nishiro who was tightly tied to the cross with a expressionless face, and her voice was quite peaceful.

"Miko, in the interest of your hard work for the first-class 9 chrysanthemum, I allow you to make a request before dying. As long as this request is not excessive, I can make the decision to agree to you!"

Hearing the first words of the meeting, Miko Xihui smiled disdainfully, looked up at everyone with contempt, and said with a chuckle:

"Request? No need to do it. You won't live long anyway. He will definitely come here to seek revenge on you!"

"oh?"

Hearing Miko Nishiro's words, Shizuka Fujiwara did not chuckled or ignored them like others, but frowned, looked at Miko Nishiro seriously and asked softly:

"I wonder who the person you are talking about is? Is it Lin Yimei's son, Lin Feng9?"

"Lin Feng 9? No, no! It's not Lin Feng 9, but... Wang Guanlan!"