"Please forgive me."

He knelt down again and apologized again.

Everyone looked a little confused.

What is this operation?

Yue Dong nodded, his attitude was pretty good, and he didn't bother to argue with him.

"It's okay."

Then he added: "Don't make things difficult for others at will in the future. Otherwise, it's not that you won't retaliate but the time has not come yet."

Wan Qiang nodded like he was pounding garlic and kept saying yes.

Yang Jingwei, who was standing at the back, was a little disdainful, maybe because of his career.

He always felt that Yue Dong must have used some method, something similar to hallucinogens.

Otherwise it would be difficult to explain why Wan Qiang would be like that.

Yue Dong didn't bother to explain.

He walked straight out of the police station and asked Lin Zhenguo the birthday of the missing old man.

Lin Zhenguo asked someone to bring Mr. Wang's ID number and give it to Yue Dong.

Yue Dong took the ID number and took out a piece of yellow paper from his trouser pocket.

This kind of yellow paper is not ordinary yellow paper, but a special paper specially used for drawing charms and writing spells.

After it is made, it must be offered in front of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty for a period of time. Only after it is soaked in the scent of incense can it be used to cast spells.

He asked someone to bring a pen and write Mr. Wang's name and birth date.

Then quickly fold the yellow paper in half several times.

He folded quickly, and his hand speed was worthy of his cultivation after being single for twenty-two years. The people around him were dazzled.

A moment later, a lifelike paper crane appeared in Yue Dong's hand.

Yang Jingwei clapped his hands in amazement: "Oh, your ancestral craftsmanship is pretty good."

Yue Dong ignored him and held the paper crane in his hand.

Then he clasped his hands and chanted in his mouth.

"The sky is bright and the ground is bright, people are leaving and scattered wherever they are. Please respect the land of the city god. The gods are wandering around day and night, searching for Wang Fusheng's seven souls. The Supreme Lord is as anxious as the law!"

When Yue Dong opened his hands again, the paper crane in his hand had turned into ashes.

Being blown away by a gust of wind.

this...

Yang Jingwei couldn't believe his eyes, why did it disappear as soon as he held it in his hand?

And does normal yellow paper burn at this speed?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and waited for Yue Dong's subsequent actions.

But I found that Yue Dong just stood there with his eyes closed, and didn't seem to make any follow-up actions.

Lin Zhenguo on the side frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The staff around him laughed out loud.

That's it?
Chapter completed!