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"The task force mentioned earlier is currently being planned. The team leader will be appointed at the department level, but no one has been chosen yet."

"Tingzhou, I've devoted myself to training you. You won't let me down, right?"

Cheng Tingzhou's eyes lit up, "Minister Li, don't worry, leave this matter to me, and I will accomplish my mission."

Cheng Tingzhou came out of the office and felt that he had been impulsive. He slapped himself on the face and said, "I'll teach you not to act impulsively next time."

After what he said last night, Song Mi must not be happy to come to the Security Bureau, but he is also doing things according to the rules!

The person above seems to attach great importance to Song Mi.

Then why didn’t that person go directly to see Song Mi and invite him personally? Wouldn’t that be more sincere?

Cheng Tingzhou has a headache.

Forget it, let’s deal with Qin Yu’s problem first. I have to go to the hospital with the Criminal Investigation Department first.

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Song Mi used too much spiritual power yesterday and absorbed the evil spirits of the infant spirit and Liu Na, causing him to feel restless inside.

She set up a spiritual cultivation array on the bed and meditated.

She was in a trance and found herself in a dark cave, with a man in a white robe carrying her on his back.

There was a noisy sound of pursuit behind her. Song Mi tried to see the man's face clearly, but the light was too dim and she couldn't see it at all.

Song Mi wanted to get off him, but found that he was seriously injured and powerless. "Who are you?"

"When we get out and you're still alive, I'll tell you." The man's voice was low and rapid.

"If I die, you saved me in vain."

The man was silent for a moment, "I don't save the dead."

The more Song Mi wanted to see the man's face clearly, the more blurred her vision became.

Amidst the bizarre scene, Song Mi sat on the wall, watching the man in white robe drying medicinal herbs in the yard with his back to him.

"Hey, can you really make a potion that can make people immortal?"

"I don't know." The man responded to her, but his hands did not stop moving.

"If you can't refine it, you will be beheaded. Otherwise, I will take you away."

The man turned his head. The afternoon sun was so dazzling that Song Mi couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could vaguely feel that this person had an extraordinary appearance.

"I'll go with you when I can't refine it anymore."

"But I don't want to play here anymore. It's so boring."

"Song Mi!" The knock on the door tore through the sunlight. Song Mi opened her eyes and saw that she was still in Si Qicheng's house and her room.

Song Mi breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door to see Si Qicheng.

"It's getting dark. Have you had a good rest?" Si Qicheng asked.

Just now, my aunt came to knock on the door. There was no movement in the house for a long time, so my aunt called him to knock on the door. It took several calls before she came out.

"Okay, let's go."

"No rush, let's eat first." Si Qicheng handed her a glass of water. Song Mi then drank two sips, and the scene in her dream gradually faded away.

When I met up with Lindenko in the evening, it was already past half past eleven, and the ghost village would not appear until twelve o'clock.

The full moon hung high in the sky, and the road between the mountains and forests was shrouded in moonlight, as if the ground was covered with silver sand, emitting a dim glow.

Lin Dengke plucked two leaves from a roadside locust tree, which quickly became stained with his ghostly aura. "Sir, you and... Mr. Si, take these with you. The villagers are different from the ghost market and aren't used to strangers entering."

Si Qicheng put the leaves in his pocket, and Lin Dengke reminded him, "Be sure to hold on to them. If we get separated and you lose the leaves and get attacked by the villagers, we might not be able to get back in time."

Si Qicheng is an ordinary person after all, and he doesn't know any magic. He is also the teacher of Lord Song Mi, so he must be cautious.

Song Mi, who had been silent since the start of the trip, was suddenly reminded by Lin Dengke. She asked Si Qicheng to stretch out his hand and dropped a drop of her own blood on his palm.

"With this, even if they find something wrong, they won't dare to approach you easily. I will get there as soon as possible."

At twelve o'clock, thick fog like smoke suddenly emerged from the forest under the moonlight. Footsteps and voices were heard in the fog. Two little kids came out hopping, followed by several adults.

The adults all looked at them at the same time, especially at Lindenko, with a strange look in their eyes, as if they were surprised, contemptuous and helpless.

Lin Dengke just nodded at them and walked inside with Song Mi and Si Qicheng.

Although it is already winter outside, the peach blossoms on both sides of the road leading to the village are in full bloom, and the fragrance is subtle.

Unlike the gloomy night outside, the ghost village was just getting light at dawn. The edge of the pale blue sky was tinged with a faint fish belly white, shining on the fallen petals on the road, soft and gorgeous.

Most of the ghosts in the ghost village are unwilling to reincarnate, and many of them are even thousands of years old. However, they have no attachment to the worldly ties, so they live in seclusion in the village and rarely leave.

Such beautiful scenery is more like a secluded paradise.

"Why are they looking at Lin Dengke like that?" Si Qicheng asked Song Mi curiously.

"Although new ghosts come to live here every year, there are still very few century-old ghosts like Lindenko. After all, big ghosts either become independent or get captured."

Song Mi glanced at Lin Dengke who was walking in front of him, thought for a moment, and concluded:

"His level of skill coming to the village is like people these days, in their twenties and thirties, the age to start a family and build a career, but instead they bring Antbei back to the village to retire. It's bound to attract a second glance."

Although Lindenke didn't understand what Ant was saying, he could tell it wasn't a very good thing. He turned around and snorted, then walked quickly forward. He didn't dare to confront the superior he had chosen.

Si Qicheng didn't think it was embarrassing at all. "He's not bad, he's your ghost servant. These people don't have a chance."

Si Qicheng was still not very clear about Song Mi's true status and strength, but he knew that ordinary Xuanshi could not compare to him.

Lindenko naturally heard it as well, and his back straightened as he walked.

"Boss Si, you are really good at controlling your subordinates." Song Mi couldn't help but sigh.

Si Qicheng and Song Mi were walking side by side. Si Qicheng glanced down and happened to see her feather-like eyelashes and high nose bridge.

"I'm not just good at controlling subordinates."

"Hmm~" Song Mi said with a trailing tone, "Then we'll have to see how smart and quick Mr. Si is in finding me."

"..."

They walked about three or four hundred meters into the village, crossed a small wooden bridge, and after getting off the bridge, the entire village came into view.

Si Qicheng thought the ghost village was about the same size as in the movie, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

Looking around, you can hardly see the end of the mountain. The houses are scattered around, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense. There are even a few houses with white walls and black tiles on the distant mountains.

There were also some people...ghosts, working in the fields, and a woman from a roadside house carrying a basket of vegetables said she was going to the market.

"So big?" Si Qicheng couldn't help but exclaim.