Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Seeing that the magic had been performed, everyone first expressed their respect to Wang Keshan, and then introduced themselves one by one.

One of them claimed to be the team leader, a middle-aged round-faced man named Kong Weimin, said with hatred:

"Old squad leader, you don't know that after the defeat of the island country, many special personnel were left behind to lurk in our country. Some of these people are ordinary agents. They lurked and gradually integrated into our management departments, secretly sabotaging and causing division. Naturally, relevant departments are investigating these. There is also a special sect called the Jiuju Sect. They are vicious warlocks from the island country. They destroy dragon veins everywhere in our country, change feng shui, and even hide the battlefields with magic. They use the evil spirits of the battlefields to raise ghosts. What we, the Expeller Association, do is to find these warlocks and stop them from destroying our mountains and rivers."

Wang Keshan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger. The souls of those dead heroes who had sacrificed their lives for the country must not be desecrated.

"what can I do?"

Kong Weimin hesitated and replied:

"We have roughly locked onto the location where your group died in battle, but the island nation's sorcerers have cast a spell there, so we can't find the exact location. That is the key to the dragon vein, and we need you to help us confirm the exact location. You should have returned to enjoy honor and peace, but I didn't expect you to be in danger again. Every generation has its own mission, and we still need your help."

Wang Keshan said indifferently:

"I am very happy that I can still do things for the country and the people. Just like you said, many Taoists went down the mountain to fight against the war, and many monks died in the fight against the evil sorcerers. Many people died. I can come back from the dead, maybe I have a mission that I have not completed."

Everyone stood up and saluted again, and then planned the route and formulated an overall action plan.

Kong Weimin finally asked Wang Keshan, "Old squad leader, who is that person downstairs?"

Wang Keshan was confused, but his trust in the authorities made him choose to be honest. He told Zhou Leng everything about how they first came into contact.

Kong Weimin took out his cell phone and asked someone to collect information. After about five minutes, he knew all the information about Yan Xiaosong. Seeing that Yan Xiaosong had passed away, he frowned for a while and asked again:

"Old squad leader, do you think this person can be trusted?"

Wang Keshan thought for a while and said:

"I think it's credible. She can make me appear in reality. She is very powerful. Zhenjun was even controlled after a single encounter. If she has bad intentions, none of us can be her opponent. Maybe she is a messenger from hell or a surviving immortal from ancient times."

Kong Weimin thought for a moment and said, "If it is true as the old squad leader said, this person should not be offended. We should watch him with respect."

After another careful discussion, everyone agreed that Zhou Leng had no ill intentions, so she was temporarily labeled as a good person.

Zhou Leng did not hear the discussions and speculations of the people upstairs. It was not because she was incapable of listening, but because she did not want to listen. She sat downstairs under the window where the moon could shine, absorbing the essence of the moon.

About an hour later, those people came down from upstairs. Kong Weimin and others nodded to Zhou Leng and drove away.

Only Wang Keshan, Lu Zhenjun and Zhou Leng were left in the bookstore.

***

The two ghosts wandered around the bookstore for two days, and Wang Keshan spent most of his time learning and experiencing new things.

At about 3:00 p.m. on the third day, Wang Keshan found Zhou Leng, who was doing a handstand on the lamp on the second-floor roof, and said:

"Senior Zhou, Zhenjun found the store of my brother's descendants. I want to go and take a look. Do you want to go?"

Zhou Leng nodded naturally.

When the three of them walked on the street again, except for Zhou Leng's slightly different clothes, the other two blended in perfectly with the place. It was only because Lu Zhenjun used a magic weapon to change Wang Keshan's clothes. At least in the eyes of the world, he was a normal modern young man.

This is a hot pot restaurant located in a street alley. The spicy aroma makes people salivate before they even walk in. When they walk in, they find that the interior decoration is a bit old and the lighting is not bright.

At this time, there is only one table of customers in the store.

The three of them found a seat against the wall and sat down. A woman of medium build with a smile on her face came out to greet them. Wang Keshan saw the look of his mother on her face.

The woman greeted them, "Here is the menu. Please take a look. Our restaurant has been here for more than ten years, and the ingredients are guaranteed to be clean and hygienic."

Wang Keshan just stared at the woman seriously. Her nose, mouth and face shape were exactly the same as his mother's. He couldn't help but say:

"You look so much like my mother. You look so kind."

The woman looked at Wang Keshan who was laughing happily and said jokingly, "You look much younger than my son, but you are about the same age as my daughter."

Wang Keshan lowered his eyelids, with bitterness in his eyes.

Zhou Leng raised his head and asked with a smile: "How old are you this year? You look so young, like my sister. What's your name?"

"Oh my, she doesn't look like your sister at all. She looks more like your grandmother. My last name is Wang. I'm over 50 years old this year. Most of my life has passed."

Zhou Leng handed the menu to Lu Zhenjun and asked him to order. She reached out and pulled the woman and said:

"You don't look like you're in your 50s. We were introduced by a friend and have heard of your restaurant for a long time. We came here specially to try the food today."

"Then you order first, and call me when you're done. I guarantee that after you eat this time, you'll want to come again next time."

After the woman left, Lu Zhenjun whispered to Wang Keshan beside him:

"Squad leader, if you recognize him, the authorities can come forward to help."

Wang Keshan shook his head. He was already dead. It was a rare good thing for him to stand in the sun again and see this prosperous era. Why should he, a dead man, disturb the peace of the living? As for the so-called honor, there was no shortage of honor in Shu. If he used his dead body to seek benefits for his brother's descendants, what would happen to those dead comrades and their relatives?

Zhou Lengling ignored their conversation. After Lu Zhenjun finished ordering, she ordered a lot more.

Lu Zhenjun couldn't help but ask, "Senior, can you eat it? You ordered so much?"

Zhou Leng looked up at him, then asked seriously, "You shouldn't mind being possessed, right?"

Lu Zhenjun looked up in confusion and surprise.

Twenty minutes later, the steam from the hot pot made his vision blurry. Zhou Leng, who had possessed Lu Zhenjun, buried his head in his food and didn't even speak. The virtual Zhou Leng sat there expressionlessly drinking a sip of his drink or dully brushing meat and cooking to serve "Lu Zhenjun."

Zhou Leng swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at Wang Keshan and said:

"Don't worry, I died earlier and you died later, first come first served is always the rule, I'll take your turn after eating a few more bites, Xiao Lu has a good appetite, I feel like I'm only half full."

Wang Keshan wanted to refuse but also wanted to experience the world of fireworks. He hesitated and asked, "Will you not be able to hold on until Zhenjun?"

Zhou Leng replied without looking up: "Just eat slowly. I can help him digest the food, which is just right to strengthen his body. It's good for him. I'm not possessed for nothing."

Wang Keshan nodded in admiration.

More than an hour later, when Lu Zhenjun was touching his belly and holding his waist to pay the bill, the woman teased:

"I thought you were the one who paid the bill, but you ate too much. You spent over 300 yuan per person, and the other two didn't eat much."

Lu Zhenjun smiled bitterly and thought to himself, I didn't know I could eat so much, but I can't even tell what your food tastes like!