The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

After some digging, Shi Tian, ​​a straight man with steel, finally understood what happened in the boy's dream. He was embarrassed and felt a little confused at the same time, how could a man do it with the same body structure as a man? He scratched his head and couldn't figure out this question.

Song Jiu never expected Shen Zhubai to clarify his words directly. He suppressed the shame on his face and asked, "What do I need to do to help you?"

"The longer time passes, the stronger the evil spirit will be, and the sooner it can be eradicated, the better." Shen Zhubai's face had an indescribable solemnity, "Follow us back to the police station, and we will do it tonight. We must kill the evil spirit before it is completely born." Its strangulation.”

He was vaguely aware that the evil spirit's power was growing at an alarming rate. Although he didn't know where the critical point of birth was, he knew that once the evil spirit was born, he, who had been able to ascend as a monk since he was a child, would not be able to handle it and could only watch. Watching the lives of the living beings devastated.

Song Jiu frowned slightly and asked the three of them, "Who will kill them?"

Wei Chongzheng and Shi Tian were both local police officers, wearing the black and blue uniforms of the system when working. The only possible candidate was the tall, casually dressed man in front of him who had stopped him at the cemetery.

After talking so much, Song Jiu still didn't know Shen Zhubai's name. It was dark that night at the mausoleum and he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly. Now that he had calmed down, this was the first time he looked at Shen Zhubai.

The facial lines are smooth, and the whole person gives off a sense of coldness and alienation, but the long and thin fox eyes reveal a bit of compassion for the common people that only gods can have. Needless to say, his appearance must be extremely outstanding, no less than that of top male celebrities.

The most eye-catching thing is the small ornament hanging on the man's waist, a small peach blossom sword tied to the waist by a gold rope. It is ordinary and ordinary, but Song Jiu's inexplicable intuition makes him feel that the peach blossom sword is similar to the model. The sword has another mystery.

He didn't open his heavenly eyes, so naturally he couldn't see the aura escaping around the small peach wood sword.

"Of course I'll do it." Shen Zhubai saw that the young man had been staring at the magic weapon on his waist, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "I have a good eye, I saw the best one at a glance, Nuo, take it, because you like it so much It’s my gift to you.”

Shen Zhubai untied the golden string and threw the small peach wood sword into the boy's arms without hesitation. This mahogany sword was forged from the finest lightning-struck wood. The wood that had experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one lightning strikes was extremely powerful. In addition, he wore it on his body later and nourished it with spiritual energy every day. It has great effect on most evil ghosts. of deterrence and lethality.

He is not worried about losing the magic weapon. The Taomu Sword has already recognized its owner and is connected with his spiritual consciousness. When needed, it can directly drive his thoughts and appear in his palm in the next second for his use.

Song Jiu subconsciously reached out to catch the thrown peach wood sword. Almost the moment he touched the sword, a cool air like a clear spring in the mountain jungle spread throughout his body. His soul seemed to be purified, and he sighed in comfort.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but the small peach wood sword in his hand seemed to be emitting light, and the sword body was trembling slightly to the extreme.

From this point of view, the peach wood sword should be worth a lot of money.

"Take it back, I won't take the valuables." The young man shook his head, pursed his lips, and returned the things.

Shen Zhubai and Taomu Jian were connected, and the joy coming from the magical weapon made the smile on his lips deepen: "No, Taomu Jian likes you very much. It will be good for you to put it on you for the time being."

Due to the nourishment of spiritual energy for more than ten years, Tao Mujian has developed some ignorant spiritual wisdom, can easily distinguish between good and evil, and especially likes the purest existence. Except for the sun and moonlight, Tao Mujian didn't want to get close to anyone, and even his master didn't like contact. This was the first time that he took the initiative to stick to someone, and he was so excited that his sword was trembling.

However, the young man's soul exudes the golden light that only gods can possess, and is naturally a pure and pure existence. Thinking about it this way, it makes sense.

Seeing that Shen Zhubai didn't seem to be joking, Song Jiu hesitated and placed the small peach wood sword close to his body: "So, you are... a Taoist priest?" Like Nuomi, the peach wood sword is almost a symbol of a Taoist priest, so he asked like this.

As expected, the other party nodded and admitted his identity: "Shen Zhubai, my name."

"Are you great?" Song Jiu looked over suspiciously with a pair of clean eyes. It's not surprising that he asked like this, mainly because Shen Zhubai looked too young. He was in his thirties but his face showed no signs of aging. He looked like a young man in his twenties.

Shen Zhubai raised his eyebrows and said casually: "You don't have to question my professional ability."

Song Jiu couldn't help but step forward, reaching out and grabbing the corner of the man's casual clothes, as if grabbing the last life-saving straw: "Since you are sure to eradicate the evil spirits, then you must also have a way to resurrect Lu Lie, or to eliminate evil for the people. At the same time, it won’t hurt Ah Lie, right?”

His eyes that had just cried were full of pleading.

For seven whole years, the boy could not get over the shock, and resurrecting Lu Lie had become his obsession. It can be seen that the power of white moonlight in youth is huge.

It can also be seen that Song Jiu has a deep affection for Lu Lie.

God seems to like to write bloody dramas. His destiny complex fell in love with someone else seven years ago, which is quite ridiculous.

Shen Zhubai finally realized what jealousy was, and the smile in his eyes faded a bit: "I don't know everything. I can't give you any specific solutions until I meet the evil spirit head-on."

The expectation on the young man's face dimmed a little.

After a while, the group returned to the police station.

Approaching the office, there was a chaotic noise in the room, occasionally mixed with the collision of tables and chairs falling to the ground. Wei Chongzheng is not in a good mood. Because of his excellent efficiency in solving crimes, he has an independent office and manages the team members very strictly, especially not making any noise. The office has never been so noisy.

Wei Chongzheng opened the door with a calm expression.

Papers were flying around the originally clean and spacious office space, and documents, tables and chairs were rickety. A dirty homeless man stood on the table with an electric baton in one hand, preventing anyone from approaching, and swaying stacked documents in the air with the other hand. Several team members were busy trying to stop him, creating a mess.

Behind him, Shi Tian gaped at the chaos in front of him, his heart skipping a beat. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the boss's expression. Sure enough, the boss's handsome and upright face was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What are you doing? Are there any rules?" Wei Chongzheng's eyebrows jumped fiercely. However, his low scolding disappeared in an instant amid the tramp's crazy yelling.

Song Jiu watched the scene inside quietly without saying anything. Shen Zhubai next to him glanced at the room and said casually, jokingly: "Hey, it seems Captain Wei is in some trouble."

When one of the team members saw the captain coming back, he ran over to explain the situation as if he had been granted amnesty: "Captain, Namu Haohong was so crazy that he escaped from the interrogation room and sneaked straight into our office, rummaging around in your place. The incident happened suddenly. We reacted and stepped forward to stop him, but the electric baton was taken away. "

"When he found what he was looking for, he climbed on the table like crazy, yelling and throwing papers around."

"After communicating and persuading to no avail, we took out our guns, but Mu Haohong seemed to know that we didn't dare to load the gun. He was not afraid at all and even made moves to mock us. He was indeed a lunatic."

After the team members breathlessly explained the cause and effect, Wei Chongzheng keenly grasped the details and asked: "What information did Mu Haohong take?"

"Looking at the appearance, it should be the classmate book."