The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

"Isn't that how it should be?"

The spy looked joking.

"The status of the senior officials is not ordinary. They are all high-ranking officials of the country. You should respect them!" Zhang Hongwen said this through his teeth.

The spy sneered: "Stop being pretentious in front of me!"

"You people in high positions have often implicated the 'chess pieces' in your political struggles before, right?"

"Now it's just a transformation between strength and weakness."

"When you were treating others as chess pieces, you said it loud and clear. Now that you are being treated as chess pieces by others, you are just here to hurt the spring and autumn. What are you being hypocritical about?"

"The officialdom has its own officialdom system. Unfortunately, times have changed. Ghost controllers use channels outside the system to get to the top. You should accept the reality as soon as possible."

After speaking, the secret spy treated Zhang Hongwen like a subordinate and ordered Zhang Hongwen to act according to the original plan.

Then the spy turned around and left, leaving Zhang Hongwen alone in the office with a gloomy face.

He really regretted it. If he had known what happened, he should not have cooperated with this crazy woman in the first place.

At the beginning, he thought he could control the other party, but he never expected that the other party would actually take advantage of him.

Once you get on the pirate ship, you can't get off.

Dances with wolves, regret too late.

On the other side, Hu Jiu had already left to visit Fu Youhua.

He knew there was a conspiracy sneaking up on him.

But...since you want to pursue excitement, you should follow through!

What's the point of making a fuss?

If you want to play, play a big one!

Fu Youhua received treatment in a very special hospital.

Most of the patients received here are those who are sick due to supernatural influences.

For example, suffering from various curses, residual supernatural injuries, accidental injuries from ghost controllers...

Ordinary people are not qualified to be hospitalized here.

The people who can receive treatment here all have some background.

After many checks, Hu Jiu finally arrived at Fu Youhua's ward, but unexpectedly saw another acquaintance.

"Huang Jingxing? Why are you here? Are you sick?"

Huang Jingxing was still dressed like a mummy. Hearing Hu Jiu's doubts, he only explained:

"Minister Fu Youhua was attacked by the invisible ghost on the Yellow Sea and suffered from a serious heart attack."

"Although the evil spirit has been imprisoned by me, the damage caused to the body by the supernatural being is difficult to save."

"Because that ghost has been controlled by me, the headquarters asked me to cooperate with Fu Youhua's treatment here to see if I can cure his disease."

Hu Jiu asked: "Is Fu Youhua's condition serious?"

Huang Jingxing nodded solemnly: "You can't do any strenuous activities, you can't have too many emotional ups and downs, and you can't bump or touch."

Hu Jiu thought thoughtfully: "I remember that Fu Youhua was protected by Zhang Yuwei with bubbles. How come he still suffered such serious adverse effects?"

Huang Jingxing shrugged: "Who knows? Maybe it's because he's old?"

"Ordinary people on the ship were either not injured or died directly. He is the only one who is half dead~"

Hu Jiu said nothing and walked straight into Fu Youhua's ward.

He didn't waste any time and said bluntly: "I have something here that may be able to solve your urgent need."

Fu Youhua, who was sitting on the hospital bed, smiled weakly at him: "What is it?"

Hu Jiu put his hand into his pocket, and something suddenly appeared out of thin air in the originally empty pocket - a wooden bracelet of unknown material.

"This is a supernatural healing item that I accidentally obtained before. It is very effective and has no side effects. It should be able to cure your heart disease."

Fu Youhua did not reach out to take the bracelet, but asked:

"Thank you, what do you want? I don't think you will help me for no reason."

Hu Jiu showed a sincere expression on his face: "If you can go back to work normally, you have helped me."

"You don't know yet, right? When you were away, the new deputy minister made the headquarters a mess."

"The reward resources that were supposed to be given to me were lost during the delivery process. As a result, the headquarters asked me to take the responsibility myself and asked me to find the resources."

"Tell me, is this ridiculous?"

Fu Youhua frowned. Although he was ill, he still knew the news from the headquarters. He knew what Zhang Hongwen had done even more clearly.

Hu Jiu was not the kind of person who would go out of his way to complain, especially to a seriously ill patient.

What is his intention?

The two tested each other and chatted very harmoniously.

at the same time.

Somewhere in the capital.

A large living person is being forced to hang himself.

He is Lu Mou.

In fact, he couldn't figure out what the situation was now.

After being taken out of the conference room, I thought that my personal freedom would be restricted and I would suffer a period of injustice.

He never thought that someone would take his life in the blink of an eye!

He didn't understand why the girl in front of him wanted to kill him?

He knew that the girl was a ghost controller codenamed [Secret Peeper] and had a very important position in the headquarters. He must have never offended her before?

Lu Mou wanted to speak and question the spy.

But the secret spy didn't give him any chance to speak at all. A long and thin white cloth was wrapped around his neck, strangling him tightly.

He gradually couldn't breathe, his face turned purple from suffocation, his eyes rolled upward, and his tongue hung out of his mouth.

After a while, Lu Mou was strangled to death.

The Peeping Secret stopped, slowly put away the long strip of cloth, and disguised the scene.

"You are so cruel~" The prophet who stood by and witnessed the whole process couldn't help but say.

The Peeping Secret paused for a moment, and then quickly changed to a nonchalant look: "It's better to be cruel, at least you don't have to suffer injustice."

"I can't make accurate predictions about your future now, but my intuition tells me that if you do this, there is a high probability that it will bring very troublesome consequences." The prophet reminded.

"It doesn't matter." The Peeping Secret looked like "I don't care about life and death, I will do it if I don't agree."

She used to follow the rules and devote herself to the headquarters.

But what did she get in the end?

Her eyes were poked and her hands were broken!

She thought that the headquarters would seek justice for her, and the perpetrator would have to apologize to her sincerely, right?

However, she waited and waited, and the headquarters only compensated her for mental damages, asking her to keep quiet, consider the overall situation, and not to worry too much.

The more you endure, the angrier you get. The more you take a step back, the more you think about it.

The mental state of the secret peeper was not very stable to begin with. She suffered severe physical and mental damage, and was morally kidnapped by the headquarters. After her injuries were healed, she turned evil.

She knew before that none of the ghost riders who could make a living in the supernatural circle were good people.

It was not until she broke her own moral shackles that she finally experienced the pleasure of doing whatever she wanted!

She finally understood that good people would only feel aggrieved and in a dilemma, while bad people could do whatever they wanted!

"Isn't it just framing others? Who can't do that!"