The conference room was quiet, and everyone was looking at the middle-aged man who called himself Li Chunfeng.

Ye Zhen was a little confused, the name seemed familiar, Yang Jian Tong Kong shrank slightly, Li Chunfeng?

"Datang, Li Chunfeng?"

Lin Qian stared at the middle-aged man, hoping in her heart that this was not true.

If this person is really Li Chunfeng, then if he keeps protecting that little girl from now on, then he will have no way to kill anyone.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Qian and glanced at the little girl hiding behind him. After all, she was still a child, even if she came into contact with a powerful ghost.

With what this little girl did, he could kill her more than a dozen times. If this little girl hadn't had some effect on him, he would have killed her on the spot.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man said to Lin Qian:

"When I find the wishing well, this little girl can do whatever she wants."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes:

"Wish Well? What is that?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing. Lin Qian thought about it for a moment, then said:

"how long?"

"It won't take long," the middle-aged man said.

"Okay." Lin Qian stopped worrying about this matter and continued to ask:

"Are you really Li Chunfeng of the Tang Dynasty?"

Everyone is waiting for the middle-aged man to confirm this matter, even Wang Xiaoming.

The middle-aged people don’t care much about their scrutiny:

"It's me."

After hearing the middle-aged man's personal confirmation, everyone fell silent, and Lin Qian's eyes flickered.

From ancient times to modern times, can anyone really live that long?

The ancients from more than 1,700 years ago are sitting in front of them now.

How can this not surprise them?

"Li Chun...Mr. Li, can I ask, how do you live for such a long time?"

Xie Qi suddenly asked this question.

For a moment, everyone looked at the middle-aged man again, expecting him to say something extraordinary.

The middle-aged man looked at Xie Qi, smiled and did not answer the question directly:

"Are you sure you want to talk about this? I didn't convene this meeting to tell you this."

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the conference room became a little heavier, and Xie Qi closed his mouth knowingly.

I have to say that today's meeting was a bit fantasy. They actually had a meeting with an ancient person. I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"Then, the meeting officially begins."

Wang Xiaoming came out to smooth things over at this time.

The middle-aged man nodded and looked at everyone, his first words made people frown.

"Since ancient times, supernatural beings have never disappeared. Because evil spirits cannot be killed, they can only be imprisoned and sealed."

"And you can only use supernatural powers to seal the supernatural beings."

"But from ancient times to the present, from the past to the present, there have been endless supernatural incidents, and they have never stopped."

"until now."

The middle-aged man looked at everyone with a very calm expression:

"I believe you all knew better during the Republic of China. I won't go into details about this. Now, according to my calculations, the supernatural will completely break out within three months at most."

"At that moment, not only the things left over from the Republic of China will revive, but the evil ghosts imprisoned by our predecessors will also revive."

"At that time, the supernatural place will completely invade reality, and reality will be completely integrated with the supernatural place."

Having said this, Li Chunfeng smiled, looked at everyone and said:

"This is the content of today's meeting, which is both a notification and a discussion."

"As for what the great recovery will look like, refer to myths and legends. You can think of those gods and Buddhas as terrifying ghosts."

"Imagine what it would be like if these evil ghosts appeared in the human world."

"I hope you will think more about it."

There was silence in the conference room, although Lin Qian had already guessed that those myths and legends were written according to ghosts.

But when he heard the news from a middle-aged person, he was still a little shocked.

Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and remained silent.

Ye Zhen was no longer leisurely and casual, Yang Jian lowered his head and thought, and Wang Chaling's eyes were deep.

"Don't be in a hurry. Take your time. There's still plenty of time. If you really have nothing to say, you can go back and think about it slowly. You can say whatever comes to mind. I didn't expect you to be able to tell me about the ugly Yin Mao."

The young man said with a smile.

Forehead……

The conference room became quieter, and Lin Qian's mouth twitched. He felt that Mr. Li might have held this meeting simply to let them know about this matter.

As for the discussion, he didn't seem to care at all.

Lin Qian was silent, and Li Chunfeng stood up with a smile and said to everyone:

"That's it, the meeting is over. If you have any opinions, we'll talk about it later."

After saying that, Li Chunfeng left the conference room. Oh, I forgot to mention that Li Chunfeng dragged Zhao Xiaoya away with him.

Lin Qian looked at this scene without saying anything, and just watched quietly until Li Chunfeng opened the door of the conference room and left the conference room.

Lin Qian stood up from his seat after being silent for a while, turned around and left the conference room, muttering as he left:

"Take off your pants and fart?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qian staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Lin Qian touched the back of his head, stopped talking, and left the conference room silently.

Yang Jian looked at this scene strangely, and also left the conference room. Ye Zhen didn't care about it anyway, and left with Yang Jian.

Everyone else in the conference room looked more or less strange. Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses, stood up and left.

At this point, this anticlimactic meeting ended, and the whole process ended in less than ten minutes.

But within just a few minutes, they, the captains of the headquarters, felt a sense of pressure and confusion in their hearts.

According to myths and legends, the complete recovery of supernatural beings from the ancients and the Republic of China took no more than three months. There is nothing wrong with what Lin Qian said.

"What a desperate world."

Wang Chaling stood up and walked towards the meeting room:

"It's getting more and more dangerous. The affairs of the old house can't be delayed any longer. It seems that we have to kill Pei Dong and the others in advance. I originally wanted to let them explore the bottom, but that can't be done now."

Wang Chaling walked out of the conference room and prepared to leave Dajing City today.

The other captains didn't talk much and left alone.

Their respective plans have begun, advanced in advance, and unfolded.

A time of great chaos is coming.

A supernatural place.

There is still a dim sky, desolate land, and sparse old graves, just standing lonely in the darkness.

The place was shrouded in darkness, and an old bus was swaying along the dilapidated dirt road.

The pale light pierced the dark realm and became the only light in the abyss.

It was quiet on the bus, and the number seven on the blood-red signboard flashed red.

This means there are seven evil ghosts on the bus.

On the dimly lit bus, leaning against the window, there was a bride wearing a blood-red wedding dress with the skirt spread out. A little girl was standing on the bride's lap, lying by the window, looking out of the window curiously.

The wedding dress fluttered and gently held the little girl's feet. Under the bright red hijab was a beautiful face.

Quiet and virtuous, it all seems to be talking about her.

The bus drove slowly through various supernatural places, as if entering a deserted land.

next day

City Z, Caesar Hotel.

"Ye Zhen, if you don't go back to your big city, why are you following us?"
To be continued...