In the pale desert, the ghostly dilapidated building still stood.

The rolling black mist tirelessly impacted the white barrier.

In front of the white barrier, Han Zhen still maintained the same posture, sitting cross-legged on the ground and reciting scriptures.

"Boy, you can't trap me for long. Why don't we discuss it? You let me out and I don't kill you. What do you think?"

The Earthbound Spirit controlled his anger and spoke to Han Zhen again.

In fact, Han Zhen's so-called Buddhist country is nothing more than a use of Buddhist visualization, and it is not much better than the previous illusion of the earth-bound spirit trapping him and Zhao Yu.

Besides, what the Earthbound Spirit said was right, this imaginary Buddhist kingdom could only hold him for two days at most.

However, what Earthbound Spirits hate most is being trapped. First, they were trapped in that damn hospital, then an old monk imprisoned them for twenty years, and now they are trapped in this damn desert.

It didn't want to stay in this damn place any longer, so it lowered its face and came to discuss it with Han Zhen.

However, Han Zhen still ignored his words and concentrated on reciting the scriptures.

Being ignored by Han Zhen again, the Earthbound Spirit was furious. He roared and threatened: "You brat, if you don't let me out again, in two days, I promise to make your life worse than death."

Han Zhen continued to chant sutras.

Han Zhen's performance made the Earthbound Spirit stirred. This guy was so focused on reciting scriptures. Could it be that the scriptures he recited were the key to maintaining this space?

Then if I find a way to interrupt his scriptures, I can break open this space.

Thinking of this, the black mist stopped frantically attacking the white barrier. Instead, it calmed down and wanted to hear clearly what the scriptures that Han Zhen was reciting in a low voice were.

As the black mist remained still and all surrounding noises disappeared, it finally gradually understood what Han Zhen was chanting.

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose..."

...

When Zhao Yu and Zeng Shuwen arrived in the western suburbs, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon.

Although it is not dark yet, the setting sun has already dyed half of the sky red, and the pale golden afterglow shines on the old walls of the hospital building, giving rise to a sense of historical desolation.

Zhao Yu stopped the police car, glanced at Zeng Shuwen in the passenger seat, and without saying anything, got out of the car and walked towards the hospital gate.

Zeng Shuwen hesitated to speak but followed Zhao Yu's pace and walked towards the hospital.

The two walked across the stone path to the hospital building. Zhao Yu raised his head and glanced at the building in front of him. I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but this abandoned hospital building actually felt less eerie and scary.

Concerned about Han Zhen's safety, he walked straight through the door and into the lobby on the first floor without having time to think about it.

In the hall, there was still a dilapidated scene, as if the last fierce battle between the two and the Earthbound Spirit had never happened.

Zhao Yu slowly looked around and suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Zeng Shuwen saw that he just frowned and said nothing, so he stepped forward and asked.

"I...I don't know how to call him out." Zhao Yu replied awkwardly.

The previous few times, the earth-bound spirit came to him on its own initiative. He subconsciously thought that since he was bringing Zeng Yi's child here, the earth-bound spirit should sense it as soon as he entered.

But the fact is that now he and Zeng Shuwen are standing in the middle of the hall on the first floor, but the whole building is still quiet and nothing unusual.

But Zeng Shuwen obviously didn't understand what he said.

"Who should I call out, my father? Or your colleague?"

"Well. Let me try it first." Zhao Yu did not answer his question, but started to try on his own.

"Han Zhen! Zeng Yi! I'm here with the people you want to see, come out." Zhao Yu began to shout loudly in the center of the hall.

As if he was afraid that his voice was not loud enough, he picked up an unknown wooden pole from the ground and started smashing it against nearby debris while shouting.

However, despite him shouting and beating for nearly ten minutes, there was still no abnormality in the entire hall.

"Officer Zhao, can I see your police ID card again?"

Obviously, Zeng Shuwen already believed that he had been deceived by a lunatic.

He was regretting how he could have believed that the man in front of him could allow him to meet his father who had passed away twenty years ago, and yet he was deceived into this deserted place.

But at this time, Zhao Yu was not in a better mood than he was. Last time, Han Zhen told him that he must bring Zeng Yi's family here within a day, but he didn't have time to tell him how to find them when he came.

At this time, the day's time limit was still a few hours away, but Zhao Yu had no clue. How could he not feel anxious?

"Do we need to search everywhere in the hospital? Or is it because it's not dark yet? Han Zhen said that niggas won't come out until it's dark." Zhao Yu muttered to himself.

Zeng Shuwen on the side had already begun planning how to attack Zhao Yu and steal the police car keys from him.

Suddenly, Zhao Yu had an idea. He hurriedly opened his sleeves and saw that the black mini scratches like paint marks on his left forearm were lighter than before, but they were still there.

Great, this one is still here, I should be able to attract him with this.

Zhao Yu thought this in his mind, but when it came to actually taking action, he still had difficulties.

How to trigger this thing?

He first tried tapping the mark lightly with his other hand, but there was no response.

Then, he started shouting at the mark again, but it still had no effect.

Do you want to see blood? Zhao Yu hesitantly picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground and cut a small piece of skin at the mark.

Bright red blood gushes out from the wound instantly, almost covering the black mark, but it still has no effect.

No, it can't be said that it was useless. Zeng Shuwen, who was standing next to him, watched this lunatic talking to his arm for a while and then starting to harm himself. He decisively gave up the idea of ​​attacking the police and kept a certain distance from him.

This doesn't work either, what should I do? Zhao Yu thought anxiously.

At this time, the corner of his eye glanced at Zeng Shuwen, who was retreating nervously.

That’s right! Him!

Zhao Yu felt that he had grasped the key, turned around and walked towards Zeng Shuwen.

When Zeng Shuwen saw that the madman finally thought of him, he was so frightened that he turned around and ran away with a strange cry of "Ouch".

...

After all, Zhao Yu was a criminal police officer. Although he was still wearing a few bandages, it didn't take long for him to catch up with Zeng Shuwen who was running away.

"Xiao Zeng, please listen to my explanation. I'm not crazy."

Zeng Shuwen looked at Zhao Yu in horror: "You...just explain, I'll listen."

"What I just did was..." Zhao Yu found that he couldn't explain it.

"Okay, I won't explain it anymore. Even if you think I'm crazy, I just ask you to cooperate with me in the best possible way."

If the last thing is done and there is still no result, I will send you back." Zhao Yu simply broke the jar.

Anyway, he fell into his hands, Zeng Shuwen could only helplessly cooperate, hoping that the other party would let him go after finishing this last thing.

Zhao Yu took Zeng Shuwen back to the center of the hall again.

He stretched out his blood-stained arm towards Zeng Shuwen and said, "Grab this mark."

What kind of request is this? Zeng Shuwen thought to himself, is this still a pervert?

But the situation was stronger than the person. Even though he was unwilling in his heart, he had no choice but to stretch out a hand and grab Zhao Yu's forearm.

However, the moment Zeng Shuwen touched the black mark with blood stains, a strange wind suddenly blew up in the entire hall, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

...

In Han Zhen's Buddhist kingdom, the black mist was completely helpless. He originally thought that he could break out of the trap by interrupting Han Zhen's chanting, but who knew that he was not chanting but practicing basic skills.

At this time, he also gave up rushing around. It was only two days anyway. He had been imprisoned for too long, and it was not less than these two days. At this time, he simply listened quietly and listened to Han Zhen speaking in front of him.

With a handsome face, he solemnly announced the name of the dish.

And just when Han Zhen reported to "Stewed Lotus Seeds", the black mist suddenly began to shake strangely.

Han Zhen noticed the change in the black mist immediately. He raised his head and asked with a smile: "Why, do you like this dish?"

Heiwu trembled for a while, and then said in a suppressed voice: "This is the relief you want to give me? This is the salvation you said? Now that the person is here, he is here, you can let me go out to see him

Is he dead?"

Han Zhen carefully observed Hei Wu's complexion, and then he found that the fog had the complexion of a fart.

He didn't know if the other party was cheating him, but he seemed to have no choice.

The price he paid for trapping the black mist here was that he himself was trapped here, unable to communicate with the outside world. At this time, he could only believe that it was Zhao Yu who found a way to communicate with the earth-bound spirit that caused the other party to change.

After thinking for a few seconds, Han Zhen nodded and said, "Okay, since people are here, go ahead."

As he spoke, he no longer kept his hands clasped and sitting cross-legged on the ground. Instead, he stood up, stretched, walked a few steps forward, and said something to the white barrier.

The next moment, the barrier melted and the space collapsed.

Before disappearing from this space, the Earthbound Spirit faintly heard what Han Zhen said... It seemed like "If you eat grapes, you don't spit out the grape skins; if you don't eat the grapes, you spit out the grape skins."

...

In the lobby on the first floor where debris was piled up, Zeng Shuwen just grabbed Zhao Yu's forearm with his right hand when he froze.

His body seemed to be completely out of control, unable to move or make any sound.

He could feel Zhao Yu's pulse coming from his hand, he could feel a strange whirlwind that seemed to be rolling up in the center of the hall, and he could also feel the sudden drop in temperature.

But he couldn't react. In a blur, a curtain of water seemed to appear around him and Zhao Yu, making everything blurry.

In the chaotic and blurry scenery around him, he seemed to see a ten-year-old child crying towards him, and he seemed to see a kind mother patting the child's back and comforting him.

It seemed that the noisy crowds around them were retreating, and they saw two vicious gangsters and several doctors in white clothes.
Chapter completed!