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Chapter 222 Are you asking me to do illegal work?

"By the way, you keep talking about your little brother. Who is your little brother?"

Although the fat man listened to Weasel's complaints indifferently, just for a moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind. He seemed to remember that there was a guy in the current Liuhuo Avenue. It was said that he was always beaten by Weasel. He was deceived, and all the treasures he finally found were supplied to his boss.

In addition, the weasel himself said that he could feel the breath of his little brother, and the fat man had to think more.

"Oh, don't mention it. My little brother is just a honey badger at best. He has no brains. Fortunately, he is very obedient and does whatever he is told. If I hadn't been looking for him, why would I have come here? ?”

Waving his front paws casually, the weasel explained nonchalantly, with a hint of dissatisfaction with his little brother who suddenly lost news.

Although Wang Xiaodao has not been in the polling bureau for a long time, he also knows that the flat-headed guy in Liuhuo Avenue is a honey badger spirit.

There is no such coincidence in the world. After all, honey badgers don’t exist in China!
"Has your little brother been living on Longhua Road in Yan County?"

Before Liuhuo Avenue became its current name, it was called Longhua Road.

Of the people in the car, only Fatty still remembered this matter. He held his chin and asked.

Weasel's eyes widened almost instantly, "Yes, yes, that's Longhua Road. How did you know? Could it be you who caught my little brother?"

After the initial joy, Weasel thought about Fatty's ability. If the honey badger fell into his hands, he would probably have no way to survive, right?

So, is it because his younger brother was arrested and even died, so he has no way to continue to give his confession?
“It is alive, and it is living well. It has found the meaning of its own life, and it is living a very free and unrestrained life!

As for you, you arbitrarily seize ghost tombs, occupy temples and ancient temples, and try to borrow people's souls for cultivation. Let me think about it, it is a bit advantageous for you to make you lose your soul! "

Deliberately rubbing his chin, the fat man looked at the weasel with a deadly look. He watched with satisfaction as the weasel became more frightened every time he said another word, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

After hearing the honey badger spirit and what the fat man said, Ma Xiaoling and Wang Xiaodao already knew that there was actually such a relationship between Flathead Brother and Weasel.

The two of them watched the fat man teasing the weasel leisurely.

Anyway, we will know what is going on after everything reaches the polling bureau, and we are not in a hurry.

"You, you, you, where is my little brother now?"

A honey badger spirit could find some meaning in life. The weasel suspected that the fat man was joking with him, and even wanted to repeat his old trick of using illusions.

Ma Xiaoling stretched out a finger and lightly tapped the weasel's little head, "Don't try to use your imagination, otherwise, I won't mind executing you directly on the spot!"

The voice with murderous intent floated into the weasel's ears, and the ears that had just stood up immediately fell down. It almost forgot that this person has the power of life and death!
He hurriedly faced Ma Xiaoling, and kept clasping his two front paws, for fear that he would really be killed.

The weasel's flattering look left Ma Xiaoling speechless, as if she wanted to vent her anger, but ended up hitting it on the fluffy cotton.

Perhaps thinking of Brother Flathead, Fatty and Wang Xiaodao looked at the weasel with an inexplicable charm in their eyes and stopped talking.

After finally getting the news about his little brother, the person in front of him stopped talking. The weasel wanted to ask again, but unfortunately with Ma Xiaoling beside him, it was really scared.

Perhaps, when we get to this polling bureau, everything will be revealed.

I don't know why, but there is an indescribable feeling in the weasel's heart, as if he will completely lose his freedom if he goes there. He wants to escape, and his little brother is not that important anymore.

However, it is now a guy who has thrown itself into a trap and cannot escape!

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Flowing Fire Avenue.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter, and the car was parked outside Liuhuo Avenue.

After being lifted up and slid down, Weasel first saw the sign of Liuhuo Avenue. After all, he had some Taoism. Even though he didn't know what was inside Liuhuo Avenue, Weasel had already noticed that something was wrong.

This place shouldn't be a good place for monsters.

Moreover, it looks like it is Flowing Fire Avenue, but it feels like it has the same aura as Longhua Road.

"Um, uncle, is your polling bureau located here?"

The paws continued to struggle, and there was an obvious tremor in the weasel's voice, "Let's discuss it, I won't go to the Flowing Fire Avenue, okay? You can put me wherever you want, as long as you don't go to the Flowing Fire Avenue, I will provide you with care until you die. ..."、

In a hurry, what the weasel said was so confusing that it didn't even know what it was saying.

It’s really outrageous.

The fat man had a dark face!

"You want me to take care of you until the end of my life? I'm going to fuck your grandma's legs. I must kill you, you bitch, today -"

Infuriated by the weasel's words, the fat man threw the weasel out and kicked him at the same time. He was really ready to kill this guy.

"Captain, calm down, the director is waiting for us inside!"

Wang Xiaodao hurriedly held down the fat man, fearing that the fat man would accidentally be cruel and kill the weasel. After all, this guy was huddled on the ground, holding his little head tightly with his two front paws. Shivering.

Brother Flathead got up a little earlier today, so he opened the door of the martial arts hall first, dragged the bench out and sat at the door. He even got a bag of melon seeds from somewhere and ate them leisurely.

From a distance, he saw Fatty and the others coming back, but because Brother Flathead couldn't leave the Flowing Fire Avenue, he didn't see the weasel.

When Fatty and the others entered Liuhuo Avenue, and were about to say something to Fatty, Brother Flathead suddenly noticed the weasel slithering in Ma Xiaoling's hand.

"Old, boss?"

With a look of disbelief, Brother Flathead looked at the weasel and couldn't help shouting, but his words were a little stumbling.The familiar voice made the weasel stunned for a moment, and it subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. In its sight, it saw a strong man who seemed to be looking at him in disbelief and seemed to be looking at him with excitement.

What the hell?
Not seeing the familiar guy, the weasel pursed his lips in disdain, looking downcast. He couldn't escape, so he could only be passively taken to the polling bureau.

However, I don't know if it was the weasel's illusion. After entering the Flowing Fire Avenue, it felt that the demonic power in its body was flowing much faster, but it couldn't explain the specific reason.

Why is it that after entering the house with the sign of Liuhuo Avenue Management Office, what we see is a two-story building?

He looked back in disbelief, and seemed to have figured it out in his little head. There was a blindfold here. It should be that different people entering here would see different pictures.

Feng Yun was sitting on the sofa, as if waiting for Fatty and the others. When he saw them coming in, he looked over.

With just a faint glance, the weasel couldn't help but shudder. It felt a powerful aura from the person sitting there. It didn't doubt it at all. As long as the person in front of it wanted to, the other person didn't even need to make a move. He could kill himself directly, and it would still be a soul-crushing death.

In an instant, the weasel restrained all the unrealistic thoughts he had before.

"Director, fortunately, we have fulfilled our mission. We have captured the culprit behind the military mansion, and it is this weasel!"

After saluting Feng Yun, the fat man started to explain.

With its limbs curled up in a ball facing the ground, the weasel's eyes kept turning, avoiding Feng Yun's sight, for fear that he would directly meet Feng Yun's eyes.

Feng Yun did not speak directly, but just looked at the weasel in front of him quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Feng Yun slowly said, "Do you know your guilt?"

The faint voice could not tell what his emotions were, Feng Yun just looked at the weasel.

His question fell on the weasel's ears, but it made the weasel not dare to resist at all. It crawled on the ground, and the weasel's voice was extremely frightening.

"Sir, I know my mistake. I know my mistake. I will never dare to do it again. I will never dare to do it again..."

Not daring to raise its head, it could only lie on the ground, silently waiting for the judgment from Feng Yun.

"The geomantic treasures of ancient temples and shrines really attract evil spirits. If you want to borrow someone's Yang soul to practice cultivation, you should be punished for this crime!"

The extremely indifferent voice was passed into the weasel's ears, and it seemed that in an instant, the weasel was sentenced to death.

It was completely stunned, lying on the ground, motionless, and seemed to be stiff.

"Sir, I, I didn't use Yang Soul to practice. I just, I just didn't want to scare him and let him leave the back mountain..."

After a long time, with a trembling voice, Weasel tried hard to explain.

It just saw that the ancient temple, a good place for cultivation, was suitable for cultivation. If it wanted to practice here, it had never thought about taking action against humans.

When Wang Gang went to the military mansion for help, the weasel didn't even dare to approach. It just wanted to scare away the people who went up the mountain to investigate.

"That sounds nice. You absorbed Kong Jie's yang soul, causing Kong Jie to fall into a coma. If it weren't for the people from the polling bureau, Kong Jie, who had lost his yang soul, might have fallen into a coma for the rest of his life. How dare you say that? To scare them?"

With a cold face, Feng Yun gave an order directly to Yan Qilin, "Just wipe its neck with a knife and let it die!"

Weasel was dumbfounded, why is this adult so cruel?

Yan Qilin nodded, drew out his long knife, and struck straight at the weasel.

This time, the weasel was so frightened that he froze in place, his energy was locked, and he could only wait in place for the long knife to fall on him.

"I was wrong, wrong. I shouldn't have accepted my younger brother. If I hadn't accepted my younger brother, I wouldn't have left the Northeast in search of my younger brother. If I hadn't left the Northeast, I wouldn't have encountered places like shrines and ancient temples. When I go to the ancient temple, I won’t run into Wang Gang’s ghost. If I don’t know Wang Gang, I won’t want to scare people...

My method of absorbing yang soul is not complete at all. Even if you beat me to death, the result will be the same. After I absorb that little yang soul, it will return to the body by itself after dawn, and the person will wake up. I won’t be unconscious forever…”

In a panic, the weasel didn't even remember what he was talking about, and he said everything out loud like pebbles.

While speaking, the weasel simply closed its eyes, and it did not dare to look at the long knife that was about to fall.

The time to wait for death was long. The weasel closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he did not feel the pain of his body being split open.

It couldn't help but open its eyes, and saw the long knife hovering less than ten centimeters away from its head. The yellow hair on its head was cut off by the sword energy and fell to the ground.

There was a chill on my head.

Seeing the weasel open its eyes, Yan Qilin didn't say anything. He just put the long knife back and sat down on the single sofa next to Feng Yun again, without looking at it again.

The weasel, which had survived the disaster, was panting heavily. It didn't dare to say anything and only dared to look at Feng Yun quietly.

Feng Yun looked at the weasel, his face was not as cold as before. The moment the weasel was brought in, Feng Yun could tell at a glance that this weasel was a good person. Like the previous honey badger Flathead Brother, he was a half-assed person. Even Brother Pingtou is not as good as him. He doesn't know where he got the opportunity to practice, but he doesn't understand the secrets involved.

There was no smell of blood on its body, which meant that it had really not hurt anyone. On this point, the weasel did not lie.

After all, if it really used the method of borrowing people's Yang soul to practice, although its Taoism would not advance thousands of miles with each passing day, it would not be as bad as it is now.

"God is kind to you, and since you are not stained with blood, I can spare your life.

However, in the end, it is inevitable to commit a capital crime, and it is impossible to escape a living crime. The Polling Bureau established the contemporary Fang Lingshan on the Flowing Fire Avenue and sealed you in the Flowing Fire Avenue. You are not allowed to leave this world. As a prisoner in the Flowing Fire Avenue, you naturally have to pay for forgiveness. Yes, within the next hundred years, all the money you earn will belong to the polling bureau. Do you have any objections? "

Fang Lingshan?
What is that place again?
The two paws kept scratching its head. The weasel's small eyes were full of doubts. It seemed to understand, but it didn't seem to understand.
"You want me to do illegal work?"

(End of this chapter)