Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 598 Heavenly Master vs. Unlucky Guy 68

"Who are you? I don't know what you are talking about! Let me go." The man in black robe struggled desperately, with an expression of fear and anger on his face, but his resistance seemed so powerless in the face of Feng Zhan's powerful strength.

Feng Zhan ignored his struggle and took out a talisman. He muttered something and the talisman instantly stuck to the black-robed man.

The man in black robe was suddenly unable to move. He could only stare at Feng Zhan with his eyes wide open and filled with hatred.

Feng Zhan reached out and slowly took off his mask, and the revealed face surprised Zhou Zibai.

The person in front of him turned out to be Fu Yao, the deputy director of the Special Affairs Department of City A. This guy who usually appeared to be righteous in front of everyone had now become a participant in such evil activities.

Feng Zhan had guessed a little about this, but in his opinion, it didn't matter who the other party was. The important thing was to uncover the truth behind it.

Feng Zhan picked up a small dagger and played with it gently in his hand, then scratched Fu Wen's body again and again.

Every time he scratched his face, a stream of blood gushed out. Fu Yao turned pale with pain and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Kill me if you want, sir will avenge me..." Fu Xun was still being stubborn, but before he could finish his words, the dagger in Feng Zhan's hand stabbed into his eyeball fiercely.

"Deputy Director..." Zhou Zibai murmured. He couldn't understand why the other party did this.

As the deputy director of the Special Affairs Department of City A, one can imagine his status. Why would he take the risk of becoming a lackey of an evil cultivator despised by everyone?

"Ah!" A shrill scream echoed in the cave for a long time.

"Who is the sir? How do you meet him? You said I would hand you over to the Special Affairs Office for disposal, or I would let you experience a death worse than death and be refined into a ghost." Feng Zhan's voice was low and threatening, causing Fu Wen's body to tremble uncontrollably.

"The Special Affairs Office will never let you refine ghosts!" Fu Yun cried out in a crying voice, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Ah, the Deputy Director's Special Affairs Office cannot refine ghosts. They don't know how, but my brother Zhan can! As long as we don't tell anyone, who will know that he refines ghosts?" Zhou Zibai tilted his head, with a playful smile on his face, and explained to Fu Xun.

His tone was relaxed, but it made Fu Wen even more frightened.

Fu Xun was afraid of death, and he knew it, so he was handed over to the Special Affairs Office for disposal.

At least there is still hope of survival, but if he falls into the hands of these two evil spirits, there will be no chance of survival.

In fact, whether he is alive or dead may not be important to him. What he fears more is that he will not have peace even after death, and will become a ghost controlled by others and lose his freedom forever.

Fu Xun was afraid of death and was so scared by the two men's threats that he wanted to confess.

"Wait, don't say anything for now!" Feng Zhan remembered that the evil cultivator was killed by the restriction only after he finished speaking last time, but he was afraid that Fu Wen would die before he could finish speaking.

Fu Xun: ...Are you polite?

Feng Zhan looked at Fu Wen coldly. The expression of "I'm doing this for your own good" on his face was like a blunt knife, cutting Feng Zhan's nerves again and again, making him feel suffocated, as if a huge stone was pressing down on him, making his heart ache.

Fu Xun muttered to himself, but remained expressionless. (I'm not a fool. How could I not know how powerful that restriction is? This is a matter of life and death, how can I joke about it? I can just give them a few perfunctory words and fool them!)

He was thinking over and over in his mind, wondering how to handle this conversation.

"Some things are really not something you can interfere with."

Fu Xian spoke slowly, his voice low and pretentiously profound, "The gods below are fighting for it... You can't control it, and you can't stop it."

He spoke vaguely, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look at Feng Zhan and Zhou Zibai.

He knew in his heart that if he told the whole story, his life might be in danger. He didn't want the game to be over so easily, so he could only use such ambiguous words to prevaricate.

Feng Zhan and Zhou Zibai were both smart people with extremely sharp minds. When they heard this, they instantly understood the hidden meaning in Fu Yan's words.

Feng Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the raised eyebrows showed a bit of unruly and confident, signaling Fu Heng to continue.

Seeing this, Fu Xun seemed to be encouraged by something, or perhaps he was trapped deeper and deeper in the lies he had woven, and he became more and more excited as he spoke.

"The sun and the moon alternate, the stars move, and everything in this world has its destiny."

Fu Wen waved his hands, spit flying, his expression becoming increasingly fanatical. "Humanity will eventually perish... Join us! As long as you agree, I will grant you eternal life!"

At this moment, his eyes revealed a kind of madness that came from being completely brainwashed, as if everything he said was the unquestionable truth.

Feng Zhan listened quietly. Although his expression remained calm, he was rapidly analyzing every word of Fu Wen in his mind.

He knew in his heart that Fu Xun was just a pawn controlled by the forces behind the scenes, and their real purpose was probably far more complicated than what Fu Xun said.