Suddenly, he continued to speak, triumphantly, with a hint of threat.

"Wu Chen, Wu Chen, you say, in case I find those strange things...... I think it might be difficult for you to explain it clearly~"

"You'll find it first."

Wu Chen smiled and made a gesture of invitation directly towards Zhao Feng, "Since you have a search warrant, then please come in." ”

“…… You'd better not be so complacent! ”

Zhao Feng was slightly stimulated by the man's attitude, and his face couldn't help but twist a little.

Although he felt that something was wrong, he still didn't think much about it, and directly led the group of black-clothed men into the big iron gate that had slowly opened to both sides.

A group of people rushed in and began to search like a box and cabinet.

……

Thirty minutes later.

With a look of disbelief, Zhao Feng led a group of black-clothed men who had not found anything, and walked out silently.

A belly full of question marks.

How so?

In the home of the first psychic master of the three mountains and five mountains, there is not a single psychic object?!

Not to mention the puppet part that the old man desperately wanted to get back.

The room, in some ways, is clean!

- Isn't this Wu Chen's real home?

Or is it ......

Thinking about it, Zhao Feng suddenly sighed, simply opened his deep spiritual vision, and stared towards the magnificent mansion.

But I was almost frightened by the sight in front of me, and my legs went limp.

I saw that on both sides of the gate of this big mansion at this time, there were two ghost envoys, one black and one white, standing on the left and one on the right!

These two ghost envoys, who were extremely familiar to him, stared at him expressionlessly at this time.

Zhao Feng was directly stunned.

What the situation.

Why, the black and white impermanence of the underworld will stand at Wu Chen's door and guard the door for him!

Even if this Wu Chen is the strongest psychic, he shouldn't be able to have such ability!

Or are these two just an illusion fabricated by Wu Chen out of thin air......

Thinking about it, Zhao Feng suddenly mustered up some courage, silently took out a piece of talisman paper, and held it in his hand.

And silently took two steps closer to this black and white impermanence.

However, before he could even raise his hand, the black and white impermanence suddenly hooked the corners of his lips and smiled sadly.

Immediately afterward, the chains formed by the condensation of two black mist suddenly burst out from the ground, entangled his calves......

The two chains hung back from side to side, forcing Zhao Feng to really weaken his legs, and he knelt down like this.

Wailing, kowtowing to the black and white ghost.

“…… Mr. Zhao Feng?! ”

Looking at Zhao Feng's sudden kneeling towards the door of someone else's house, with a strange wail, Zhao Feng's subordinates couldn't help but be taken aback.

In other words, they had heard of it before they came, and this psychic family was very evil......

Could it be that Mr. Zhao Feng went to that house and went straight to the evil spirit?

Thinking about it, the black-clothed men were directly frightened into a cold sweat.

Coupled with the big mansion in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more terrifying he felt, and a group of people didn't dare to think about it, so they hurriedly stepped forward and lifted Zhao Feng up.

After that, he panicked and ran clean......

Xiang Xing and Wu Chen silently glanced at each other, and couldn't help but shrug helplessly.

It's a shame that Zhao Feng is still a psychic, and he was directly scared away by black and white impermanence......