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The old man watched wisps of black air drifting away into the distance.

His eyes suddenly enlarged, and he couldn't stop waving his hands a few times.

"Oh! Something is wrong!"

MUSEUM

Violet Fair
The evil spirit Tvar stepped on the smooth marble floor with heavy and strange steps.

Sometimes the feet are lifted up, and sometimes the hands are dancing, as if to worship a certain existence.

Or it could just be dancing.

Clang!
It struck an iron object and made a heavy and solemn sound.

With the sound of the last knock, wisps of black air began to gather towards the museum.

With the arrival of dusk, this faint black air did not attract too many people's attention.

Of course, this too many people certainly does not include S.H.I.E.L.D.

After these days of research, with so many samples, although the researchers of S.H.I.E.L.D. have not figured out what the evil spirit is, they still have the ability to simply track down the black gas.

It was model worker Coulson who rushed to the scene to give instructions.

"Quickly evacuate and block the nearby streets!"

Coulson's eyes slowly swept across the gathering point of the black air—the museum. The sharp-eyed Coulson noticed a figure in the middle of the museum through the glass.

Coulson looked back at the action team leader behind him.

"Are there any stranded people in this museum?"

"No, sir. After get off work, only the security team will stay here at the gate. At about eight o'clock, another security team will enter the museum to check the state of the collection."

Coulson nodded and checked the guns he was carrying.

"Have internal surveillance been found?"

"Live footage is blurry."

Coulson was not surprised. After their experiments, the power of the evil spirits would indeed interfere with the formation of the signal, which made it even more certain that there were evil spirits here.

Seeing that the black energy was getting bigger and stronger, Coulson didn't dare to act rashly. After all, after his father's words and deeds, the evil spirits are not something ordinary people can handle.

呲————

There was an urgent sound of brakes in the distance.

Coulson recognized it as Frank driving.

"Let go!"

Then he went over to greet his father.

"Oops! Frank, you're driving a tin bastard, too fast!"

The slightly pale father kept criticizing Frank's driving skills.

Frank couldn't stand his father's nagging anymore, so he hurriedly walked towards Coulson while changing the subject: "Dad, look at the black air, what happened?"

"come over."

Frank lowered his body, put his head closer, and waited for Dad to explain.

Snapped--

The old man stretched out two fingers straight, and knocked on Frank's head.

Frank covered his head and exclaimed.

"Father is not an immortal left over from ancient times, let alone a long-lived guardian. How could he know everything!"

Immortal?caretaker?
Coulson silently remembered these two nouns in his mind.

"Mr. Cheng, the situation is urgent now. Can you see what is abnormal?"

The old man recovered from his pale face, and observed the situation of the museum very calmly.

when--

Dad tentatively threw out a glass bottle.

The glass bottle hit the ground, making a crisp cracking sound, and shattered into several pieces.

"Is that a figure?"

Dad carefully observed the changes in the hall.

When the black air encountered the mist emitted from the glass bottle, it sizzled and melted.

Dad looked serious.

The potion contained in a glass bottle can only melt so little magic energy, the prepared potion is not enough at all.

From Coulson's point of view, Dad's potion was still as effective as before, and it easily wiped out such a large area of ​​black air.

When he turned his gaze to his father's face, his heart skipped a beat.

guessed wrong!
It seems that it is not enough at all!
Dad is ready to contact Ah Xing.

[Mood value from Coulson +15]

"Demons and ghosts, go away—"

A piece of paper burned up and disappeared quietly.

Jiang Xiang sensed his father's contact signal, and hurriedly separated the avatar of Ah Xing to receive the letter.

thump—

A figure jumped down from the house and landed precisely behind the old man.

What's happening here?
Inside the antique shop.

Jiang Xiang watched this scene unexpectedly.

The script he arranged was not like this.

Jiang Xiang took out the sealed chicken charm and felt it.

relieved.

The problem is not big.

The demonic energy of the chicken charm was absorbed by the evil spirit a little bit, and a situation similar to evolution appeared.

But it can evolve, relying on the magical energy of the spell, rather than accumulating enough black energy for evolution.

Jiang Xiang, who has the spell, can recover the power in the chicken spell.

It can be returned to its original form at any time.

Ah Xing's expression remained calm, but his brows were tightly frowned, and he even wanted to laugh in his heart.

"Mr. Xing, you are here."

Coulson greeted eagerly and anxiously.

The meaning of the expression is obvious, how to deal with this evil spirit?
"I'll take a look at it first."

Ah Xing moved closer to the museum and pretended to observe.

He looked surprised.

Coulson's mood was like riding a roller coaster, swaying.

[Mood value from Coulson +15]

[The total emotional value from. +6]

It has been nearly 10 minutes since the black air dispersed and the streets were blocked.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is under a lot of pressure from all parties.

The people above know the truth, so naturally they won't hold back completely for the time being, but just observe and wait for the matter to be dealt with.

But ordinary migrant workers don’t see it that way.

The workplace is blocked?
There must be a wave of demonstrations, and I need an explanation!
The reporter was even more unwilling to lag behind, the streets extending in all directions were blocked, no matter what he had or not, let's get together first and then talk.

The headlights outside the street are small, and the street is in a state of desperation.

Ah Xing dragged his chin, with erratic eyes, and said to his father: "There seems to be more than black air in there, as if, probably... there is demonic energy?"

Pop jumped up so hard that he was nearly as tall as Frank.

"Ghosts, goblins, go away—demons, goblins, go away—"

Dad took out a messy stack of materials and threw them into a metal bottle.

It was amazing, two arc-shaped green rays of light slowly flowed out from the bottle, assembled into an oval mirror, and finally turned into an arrow pointing to the museum, flickering.

Really!
Dad doesn't have it easy.

Coulson had a question mark on his face.

Say it!

What does this mean?
Will it be harmful?
"Mr. Cheng, I want to know more about these dark things."

Coulson put on his signature friendly smile, deliberately maintaining a more suitable position for getting along with his father.

"At least let us know if there are any casualties and how long we have to evacuate people"

Coulson took a step back, hoping to get a little information.

The father showed a surprised expression on his face, and deliberately glanced at A Xing: "A Xing, you didn't even tell them what your mission is? You promised me to keep the magic energy item."

Ah Xing nodded: "Okay, now that the matter has come to an end, let's talk about it."

Hearing this, Coulson let out a sigh of relief.

He finally spoke!

As an agent, Coulson knew that this was a good start. If he could get the first information from Ah Xing, he might establish a good relationship with him in the future and obtain more information.

A Xing glanced at Coulson, and began to imagine the set script silently in his heart, and then adapted it.