It's night!
It's a dark and windy night, a weird night!
Because today is the Zhongyuan Festival, most ghosts will become extremely excited and active at night.
This is also the busiest day of the year for professional ghost hunters and independent night walkers.
There are lone heroes waiting for opportunities in the dark, and there are also small groups of three or five walking together in the dark night.
On the wide street, three people stopped panting and looked around vigilantly.
The three-person team is very strange, a fat monk with a height of 1.9 meters, greasy at first glance, always keeping a squinting and smiling attitude.
An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, carrying a small Zhong Kui peach wood sword, and a burly strong man.
"Strange, why is it gone?"
"The ghost energy fluctuation just now was obviously nearby, how come it disappeared in the blink of an eye?"
"I have never seen such a strong ghost energy fluctuation. The level of this ghost is at least above the level of a ghost general."
"I don't think so. That breath is obviously deliberately hiding its breath. Conservatively speaking, it is also a ghost king."
The old Taoist raised his eyebrows and was very interested: "Ghost King? This is a ghost that you can only encounter but not seek. The ghost king's ghost bead is a good treasure!"
"Let's go and look around."
Just as the three were about to leave, the fat monk moved his ears and suddenly stretched out his hand to stop everyone: "Wait, there is movement!"
"What do you mean?"
"Did you find anything?"
The fat monk waved his hand to signal: "Get out of the way, I'll listen!"
The fat monk in a bright yellow cassock took a deep breath and blew away the dust on the road with a diameter of five meters in one breath.
Then he put his head on the ground and listened carefully.
While listening, he frowned: "The distance is getting closer and closer, the speed is very fast, but it feels very strange..."
"What's strange?"
The fat monk listened and said solemnly: "The speed is so fast, and the movement is very small, it doesn't sound like the movement of a car."
"What is that?"
"I don't know!"
At this moment, a white phantom in the distance came in an instant, with a violent sound that cut through the air, whoosh...
Zhang Di drove his magic donkey happily on the main road, and his speed was directly raised to 460.
It was nearly twice as fast as the bullet train.
Where it passed, it left a clear tire mark on the road, and where it went, the leaves on the roadside were blown down in large pieces.
"Fuck, there are people..."
This speed is already the limit of what Zhang Di can control. If it is faster, his reaction speed can't keep up at all.
It really interprets the car running in front and the soul chasing behind.
At such a high speed, it was too late to brake. Zhang Di never dreamed that there would be people on the street in the middle of the night.
The fat monk's pupils contracted violently, and he opened his mouth wide, watching a wheel rushing past his face...
With a loud thud, it rolled over.
The first thought in Zhang Di's mind was; this man is finished.
Damn, why is he not at home sleeping in the middle of the night and running here?
Being crushed by an electric car at this speed is no less than being hit by a hammer weighing several tons.
So Zhang Di concluded that the owner of this big head must die, and his head is likely to be crushed into a rotten watermelon.
In this case, you can't stop the car.
Didn't you see that there are two companions beside him?
If you have to pay for this, you can't afford it even if you sell the only property left by the old man.
Zhang Di could only silently say "sin, sin" in his heart.
Then he shouted at the top of his voice: "I'm sorry."
The sound echoed on the road.
The old Taoist priest and the middle-aged man could only hear the words "right or not".
Damn it.
You've already run over me, and you still say "right or not"?
Damn your mother!
The old Taoist priest and the middle-aged man were stunned for three seconds before they reacted completely. One of them pulled the fat monk's hand and pulled him up.
There was a black and purple tire mark on half of the fat monk's face, and there were even anti-skid marks on it.
"Fuck, what the hell?"
The fat monk sat on the ground and shook his head, which was splitting with a headache and dizzy. He felt stars in his eyes and his eyes were black.
The old Taoist priest and the middle-aged man stared at each other.
When the fat monk came to his senses, he got up from the ground with a dark face and gritted his teeth and said, "Did you see it clearly?"
The old Taoist nodded solemnly and said, "I saw it clearly!"
"What is that?"
The old Taoist's mouth twitched, and he grinned with several missing front teeth: "Hehehe, that's a white electric car, Huang Jue, Huang Jue, I didn't expect you to have this day, hahahaha..."
The old Taoist laughed wildly.
Monk Huang Jue said with a dark face: "If I hadn't practiced the Vajra Indestructible Body of Buddhism and had a hard head, I would have died today."
"Old bastard, did you see it clearly? Are you sure that the one that ran over my head was an electric car?"
"I saw it clearly, it was indeed an electric car!"
"Yes, it was white, I saw it too!"
Monk Huang Jue was surprised and said: "What kind of electric car can reach such an amazing speed? It feels faster than the high-speed rail!"
The old Taoist nodded and said: "Indeed, it is faster than the high-speed rail!"
The middle-aged strong man pondered: "Even if it is modified, it will never be modified like this. There must be something wrong with this electric car."
Huang Jue gritted his teeth: "Chase, damn it, running after hitting someone, this is called hit-and-run, this matter is not over."
So the three of them chased along the tire marks.
Zhang Di, who was driving the divine donkey, had mixed feelings. If he had known that he would hit someone, he would not drive so fast.
He was carrying a fresh life on his hands.
But he quickly comforted himself by saying that it was not intentional, and the guilt soon disappeared. Who made him walk on the road in the middle of the night?
Serves him right!
Arriving at Longshan No. 1, Zhang Di said to the donkey under his crotch: "Xiaobai, turn on the flight mode."
The next second, a wing stretched out on each side of the pedal of the electric car, and then sprayed blue electricity.
With a whoosh, it took off from the ground, at least five or six meters high.
Of course, it can be higher, but there is no need to do so. It is enough to climb over the wall.
After parking the car downstairs, Zhang Di was about to take the elevator to the 12th floor, but a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the corridor and blocked his way.
Zhang Di raised his palm with blue fire and was about to hit him, but the other party hurriedly whispered: "Don't do it, it's me, Sun Qingshan."
Zhang Di then saw the other party clearly. He had few hairs, a bumpy orange peel face, and a suit that didn't fit him well.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Di asked in confusion.
Sun Qingshan looked a little lewd and smiled: "I knew you would come in the next two days, so I have been waiting here."
"Why did you look for me?" Zhang Di asked knowingly.
Sun Qingshan smiled and said: "Brother, if it is convenient, can you give me your address? In this way, if you can't get through by phone, I can still go to your house to find you."
Zhang Di remained calm and said in a flat tone: "Well, my home is No. 12 Xingqing Street."
Sun Qingshan was happy; well, the task assigned by the boss was successfully completed, and he could wait for a promotion and a raise.
As for the name, Sun Qingshan didn't ask at all, but took the initiative to ask: "Are you here to deal with Fan Yonggang?"
"Yes!" Zhang Di nodded.
Sun Qingshan said expectantly: "Brother, do you want to cooperate? This Fan Yonggang is a ghost-level ghost, and he is full of resentment and hostility."
"You are no match for him alone. Let's join forces. We can each take half of the money from the sale of the ghost beads. If that doesn't work, 40% and 60% is fine. I will take 40% and you will take 60%. With more helpers, you will not suffer any loss."
"Besides, I spent a lot of money to buy a killer weapon specifically for dealing with ghosts. Look, what is this?"
Sun Qingshan took off a black searchlight from the belt behind him and waved it in front of Zhang Di with pride.
"What is this?" Zhang Di frowned and said, "Isn't this just an ordinary flashlight?"
"Flashlight?" Sun Qingshan curled his lips and said, "You are ignorant, right? This thing is called a daylight matrix lamp."
"As early as several decades ago, countries around the world established weapons research institutes in order to eliminate ghosts as soon as possible."
"It has gathered the world's top scientists and developed a number of weapons that can cause fatal blows to ghosts."
"This daylight matrix lamp is one of them. Don't look at it as a flashlight. It is very powerful. . "
"Ordinary high-level ghosts will completely disappear if exposed to the light for five seconds, and ghosts can't last more than a minute."
"It is also very practical for dealing with ghost-level ghosts. The scorching light it emits is more than three times that of the sun's rays, which can cause great damage to ghosts."
"With it, Fan Yonggang's evil spirit can't escape even if he has wings. You don't need to do it at all. You just need to use this to shine on him. How about I do it myself?"
Zhang Di was surprised and said: "So powerful? Let me see it!"
Sun Qingshan gave the daylight matrix lamp to Zhang Di.
Zhang Di held the daylight matrix lamp in both hands and looked at it, then said to the flashlight with a serious face: "Good brother, you are so powerful, let's cooperate!"
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