The storyteller looked gloomy and was waiting for the apprentice's three kneelings and nine worships, but he didn't expect that after a thud, there would be no further information. When he looked at it, okay, it turned out that he was too hard and he was dizzy.

Looking at the heir who had been looking for most of his life, the old man sighed. "Disciple, I don't know if it's your misfortune or your great fortune..."

Wu Ming woke up very quickly. After all, the adventure that he had been waiting for more than ten years was by his side, and he had to catch it no matter what.

I thought the sky-turning seal was very heavy, but I didn't expect it to be placed in the palm of my hand. Just as the old man, no, it was as the master said, the black seal looked like an irregular stone except for the flat bottom. If it was enlarged ten thousand times, it might be the Buzhou Mountain that holds nine heavens.

"Huh?" There was a row of fly-headed characters on half of the waist, and Wu Ming held the candlestick and turned his head over.

"Go to...here...you're a tour?" The boy subconsciously sniffed it, and faintly smelled the smell of urine.

"Hehe!" The first inscription master in Yunai who was soaking in hot water shook his head and smiled, "The disciple has such a good eye. This word is left by an ancient giant evil spirit.

Thinking about the battle with the Buddha in the Western Heaven, if it weren’t for Shakyamuni borrowing the Heaven-Faning Seal to press the giant ape at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, it would be unknown who would win or lose..."

"Wait!" Wu Ming shook his head fiercely, "Master, I have heard of this passage. Isn't the Five Finger Mountain that the Buddha moved to?

"Tsk! That's what descendants put gold on the face of the old monk! How can a mere stone mountain trap the ancient giant evil?" The first inscription master in the world looked disdainful, "The other four fingers are foils. What controls the giant evil is the half-block that transforms into the monk's middle finger, Zhou, Shan!"

"Wow……"

The Buddha's middle finger...

Wu Ming held the black seal and smiled foolishly.

"Will you be disrespectful to that master, you call me monk at once..." The boy secretly pointed to the roof of the room.

"It's okay, I practice my Tao. He recites his sutras. Everyone will not interfere with the river water. It's safe." Master Inscription stretched and Wu Ming quickly brought the foot washing water aside.

With the sky-turning seal in his arms, the boy stretched out his head and asked the last question, "Master, you just said that you are the number one in the world, so who is the second?"

"There is no second." The rune master's cunning laughter sounded in the bed tent, "Because there is only one inscription master under the world, that is, I am my teacher!"

Bang!

With his eyes dazzled, Wu Ming knocked his head on the door frame.

In the dark, the boy felt that this adventure seemed to be as good as he imagined...

Well... maybe it's the legendary hidden profession?

With seven points of worry and three points of hope, the boy fell asleep with a seal that exuded a scent of urine.

At this time, there were torches in Zhuchang Lane, and the streets and alleys that were usually sparsely covered with people. The detectives with iron knife on their waists were blocking the entrance of the alley with a cold expression.

The head-catching man with gauze wrapped in his head was ashen, and he was holding a lampstand to investigate the scene of the bloody crime with the coroner.

"The heavy object flew into the seal hall and killed him in one fell swoop." The old coroner carefully checked the dead, and then washed away the blood on his hands with aged vinegar.

"Old Li, why did you say it was a flying strike?" The captain touched the itchy back of his head with a meaning.

"Lei Tou, look at the blood splashing on his chest and the ground. It can be splashed so far and the blood is intact, which means that the throwing force is extremely strong and the murderer has never approached him." The old coroner showed his face and pointed to the blood-stained blue brick in the corner and said, "And the two people wrapped in pork, the man inside was slapped to death in person."

"So there are two murderers?" Captain Lei frowned. How long has there been a murder case in Beixincheng? He thought he could have a safe New Year, okay, it would be fine if he didn't come out, there would be three things at one time.

"No, it's three." The coroner pointed to the damaged pig cage next to him and said, "There is another person who was seriously injured and rescued by his accomplices."

"Grandma!" Captain Lei stomped his feet angrily, "Search me from house to house! Anyone who is injured will be taken to jail!"

"Here!" The constables were about to part ways, but they were stopped by cold words. "It's all gone, this is not a case you can handle."

The cold voice penetrated his heart, and even the man who was so strong that he could not help but shivered. The man in black clothes made Captain Lei feel trembling in his heart, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "You are..."

"Dali Temple, Brahma Tianjian, third-rank inspector, Bi Fang." The visitor showed off his silver badge.

Brahma! It’s them!

"Master Bi, you guys are polite." Captain Lei bowed down like a cat.

"Well, I've taken over this case. You know the county magistrate here." Bi Fang waved his long sleeves and three bodies disappeared without a trace.

A group of detectives suddenly stared at each other.

"Yes!" Captain Lei bowed deeper.

Seeing the constables in Beixincheng withdraw from the alley, Bi Fang murmured: "Fantianmen..."

On the way back to the yamen, the constables with questions came over in groups of three or three and asked, "Leitou, what is the way to do this Brahmatian?"

"The Brahma is originally called 'Fantianjian', which is the most secret institution in Dali Temple. Dali Temple is in charge of the world's criminal prisons, and Fantianjian is the yamen that specializes in mortals and strange people."

"No wonder it is called Fantianjian, but why has it become Brahmatian again? Could it be a mistake?"

A cold wind hit, and white snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky. Captain Lei shrank his neck and muttered, "I don't know, no one knows..."

There is no need to explain the mortals. The so-called strange people refer to supermen with superpowers. Most of them are people in the cultivation sects. They usually practice in their respective territory and rarely appear in the world. There are many family members in the world, and aristocratic families are their wings. Although they have never been the king, they have great hidden power.

Of course, some demons who practice side-by-side skills will slaughter mortals to help their practice, which requires a group of people to pursue and punish them.

This is what Brahma does.

The so-called "surveillance of the eight deserts, people have different paths" is a warning engraved on the monument outside the Brahma Gate.

Well, although there is only one Qianmo in the Fantianmen and often circulates around the market on weekdays, it is also considered a sect of cultivation. Therefore, all the laws in the world are invalid, and even if you commit crimes, you can only be punished by Brahma.

He flew into a dilapidated land temple in the east of the city. Bi Fang waved his pen and released three dead bodies with different shapes.

With his left hand, he pinched the magic trick, and with his right hand, he drew a simple rune in the sky. He then slapped it out with a single palm. The yellow paper in the palm immediately entered the rune and turned into a talisman.

"Go!" The talisman turned into a yellow line and sealed it on Zheng Tu's bloody eyebrows. Bi Fang said coldly: "The ghost who died in vain, tell the truth quickly..."

Accompanied by a tingling creaking sound, a translucent Zheng Tu, covered in blood, suddenly sat up from the body!
Chapter completed!