Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

"Well--!"

The third brother's face suddenly turned ashen, and he felt a chilling, eerie coldness that could freeze even his soul erupt from his neck.

This rendered him unable to move, even slowing his thoughts, and the dark shadow behind him quietly dissipated.

Qi Xie calmly met the gaze of the third brother, his right pupil, hidden by colored contact lenses, bulging vertically and appearing blood-red.

【Demon Eye】An unreasonable form of hard control.

The "Spirit Visionist" subtly triggered the other person's fear through subconscious influence.

Driven by Qi Xie, the long-tongued female ghost released Lao San and slowly disappeared from his left eye like a bubble.

"ah--!"

The chill on his neck dissipated, and the third brother couldn't help but let out a scream. His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, clutching his head and trembling.

"Um?"

"What's going on?"

"That handsome guy only glanced at the person opposite him, but why did they look like they'd seen a ghost?"

A series of low gasps of surprise rose from the surrounding area:

"So that handsome guy was also a wandering monk?"

"He took them down in one glance? That's pretty impressive. But he only killed the third one. I wonder how he compares to the enemy leader..."

at this time.

Across the table, the only remaining men, the weathered-looking man and the second brother, stared at Qi Xie.

The second son's expression was already somewhat distorted.

The so-called layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Ordinary people may not understand the differences between travelers, but he could genuinely sense the slightly terrifying and eerie aura that leaked out when the third brother was controlled.

He couldn't even tell what level of aura it was, because it was even more terrifying than the highest level of strangeness he had ever seen.

"Big...Big Brother..."

The second brother looked at the weathered man and swallowed hard.

Based on that one glance he gave Qi Xie, he was certain that if he went up there, he would be no better than a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

The weathered man raised his eyes, which were full of stories, and looked at Qi Xie with a deep gaze.

His sexy Adam's apple bobbed, and he exhaled a magnetic, bubbly sound:

"Could you wait until I call someone?"

The air grew quiet.

Qi Xie raised an eyebrow, walked over, and slapped him hard across the face, but didn't send him flying.

"Okay, go ahead and call it."

The weathered man looked at him, completely bewildered, covering his face.

"You can do whatever you want, I'll do what I want."

Pfft—!

It's unclear which bystander couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of alcohol.

The weathered man's face twitched twice, then he turned to look at the second brother, his voice still deep and magnetic:

"Second brother, call him Brother Kun."

"Okay, big brother!"

Upon hearing this, the second brother instantly felt emboldened. He took out his phone and said fiercely to Qi Xie:

"I'm telling you, you're finished!"

Oh ho?

Qi Xie raised an eyebrow.

You still dare to make such threats?!

He slapped it.

She slapped the weathered man across the face.

The weathered man covered his face, looked at Qi Xie, and said politely in a magnetic voice:

"Brother, he's the one making threats, it has nothing to do with me."

The second son took a look.

You dare hit my older brother?!

He immediately dialed the number angrily while saying to Qi Xie:

"Just you wait until Brother Kun gets here, see how he deals with you!!"

Qi Xie slapped the weathered man again.

The weathered man, whose head had turned into a pig's, spoke to Qi Xie with extreme politeness and gentle tone:

"Brother, I think you must be pretty tired from smoking. How about we take a break? You can have a couple of drinks and relax?"

The second son saw this scene.

You still hit me!

He immediately bared his teeth:

"Try hitting my brother again!"

Snapped--!

Qi Xie's face was twisted from the slap he received from the weathered man.

The second son got angry:

"If you do that again..."

Snapped--!

This time, the weathered man didn't give Qi Xie a chance to make a move.

He turned around and slapped the second son away, then, his face pale with anger, he kicked him, making the second son howl in pain.

"Is your brain filled with shit?! I just asked you to make a phone call, why are you talking so much? What are you babbling on and on about! Trying to impress me, huh?!"

Only after kicking the second brother until foam was drooling from the corner of his mouth did the weathered man brush aside his disheveled hair, give Qi Xie a polite smile, and then pick up the second brother's phone from the ground:

"Brother Kun, it's me. We're at No. 55, 7th Street, and we've run into some trouble that we can't resolve... Um, sorry to bother you, Brother Kun."

After hanging up the phone, he gave Qi Xie a polite smile.

He could tell that although the young man opposite him was not quite right in the head, he was a man of principle.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face.

Now you can't hit me, right?

Just then.

The second son, lying on the ground, struggled to lift his head and looked at Qi Xie with a dazed expression:

"You...you're finished...Brother Kun is...from the Weird Special Operations Bureau...he's a government official...you hit my brother, you're dead..."

The air was quiet for a second.

Qi Xie silently looked at the weathered man.

The weathered man was silent for two seconds, then suddenly his expression relaxed, and he smiled with relief:

Would you believe me if I said I don't actually know him?

Snapped--!

With a slap, the weathered man was sent flying.

Qi Xie clapped his hands and looked around.

The onlookers, who had been staring in disbelief, quickly lowered their heads and pretended to be busy.

After all, this guy, who looked a bit mentally unstable, seemed like even a stray dog ​​passing by would want to slap him.

The barbecue stall owner knew that this was a battle of titans, and fearing that his wife and daughter would be caught in the crossfire, he quickly pulled them back into the shop and watched from a distance with worried eyes.

Seeing that the other party was somewhat clever, Qi Xie ignored him, stretched out his long legs, hooked a chair next to him with his foot, sat down, and said to the third brother who was still trembling on the ground:

"Go, bring me my phone."

Despite being implanted with psychological suggestions by the "Spirit Visioner," the third brother, still unable to control his fear, shakily got up, ran over, picked up the phone Qi Xie had placed on the table, and handed it to him with both hands.

Qi Xie took the phone, and while he was at it, slapped the third brother away as well, then held the phone to his ear:

"Captain Zhao, you heard everything, right?"

"Yes, I heard you."

Zhao Jian'an's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

Because of the dangers pilgrims face and the prevalent mental instability they exhibit, the authorities exercise very little control over the movement of pilgrims among themselves, but they take the potential for bullying between pilgrims and ordinary people very seriously.

He wondered how these people dared to be so arrogant, openly acting like scoundrels right under so many people's noses.

So there's someone up there?

Of course, he also understands that no matter what kind of group it is, there will always be corrupt elements.

"I'll transfer you to the team leaders at the Greater Shenzhen branch and let them find their own positions. I believe it's easy to find a team member's location."