Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

Little Wolf was completely shocked by Wang Changsheng's remarks.

"You took it? From such a distance? And I can't tell you used any magic? What merits are there? Reincarnation???"

The little wolf's expression seemed a little incredulous.

We are obviously all the same age.

How come what you say has started to become so difficult for me to understand?

The little wolf suddenly became very silent.

He knew and could feel that Wang Changsheng was very strong.

He thought that the other party might be able to defeat him easily.

But he never thought that Wang Changsheng's strength could be called terrifying.

It's fine if he can't see through it.

Now he couldn't even understand his methods or what he said.

"Why are you so surprised? I'll explain it to you in detail when we get back to the house tonight." Looking at the little wolf's expression, which changed from astonishment to dullness, Wang Changsheng could probably guess what he was thinking at the moment. He couldn't help but smile and said in a voice transmission.

The little wolf didn't say anything else and didn't express anything, as if he agreed to Wang Changsheng's proposal.

Just by looking at his slightly hurt and dull eyes, Wang Changsheng knew that this guy must still be thinking about the philosophy of life in his heart.

Because the system prompts are popping up one after another...

[News]: Negative points from Li Xiaolang +100

[News]: Negative points from Li Xiaolang +100

【News】：From Li...

"What the hell is that expression on your face? Can you guys even communicate with your eyes?"

At this moment, Conan, who was beside the two of them, suddenly asked.

Although he couldn't hear what Wang Changsheng and Xiaolang were communicating, he secretly noticed that since they walked out of the grove, although Wang Changsheng always maintained a calm look, the expression of the man next to him, Li Xiaolang, was very colorful.

"Is he changing his face?" Conan couldn't help but think of a traditional culture from China.

"What the hell, Conan, you're talking nonsense again." Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan, a smile on his face, "What do you mean by eye contact? Even the detectives on TV can't do that."

Wang Changsheng was very happy to discover the new capabilities of the holy magic circle and its uses that were full of light and the future, so he didn't pull Conan to continue the friendly communication. He just replied lightly and stopped.

In just a short while, he discovered that the holy magic circle in the world tree space - Purgatory had squeezed out some magic power from the ghost.

Although not much, just a very small amount.

But after all, it was only a short while.

Everything has to be accumulated little by little~

Even though it’s only a little bit now, it will naturally become a lot as time goes by.

Wang Changsheng tried it and drew out that bit of magic power from the magic circle.

It became successful very smoothly.

The magic power generated by Purgatory can be used by him.

"Hahahaha! Another new way to accumulate magic power!" Wang Changsheng laughed wildly in his heart.

He looked at the ghost that was suppressed in the corner of purgatory.

Although it was not clear which one Cheng Shi killed, he didn't care.

Anyway, judging by those people's past experiences, none of their deaths were unjust.

They all deserve to be killed!

Even death would be a bargain for them.

Of course, things are different now. Wang Changsheng suddenly discovered that his purgatory could actually generate magic with the help of the power of his soul.

Then when these people are dead, he can smoothly put them into purgatory one by one and suppress them for eight or nine million years, until the chickens peck at the rice.

"Just be my power bank, hehehehe!"

Wang Changsheng felt a little excited.

"Conan, Conan, I'm not even a pure ghost cultivator. If I were a necromancer, wouldn't I be able to take off directly if I just stayed with you for a while?"

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

Not to mention the Necromancer, even Wang Changsheng now wants to stay with Conan every day.

If every time a person dies, one more soul is created.

His purgatory will probably become a real hell soon, right?

"But the space inside my little World Tree isn't big enough yet to open up a purgatory specifically to hold these guys. I'd better take it slow. It's also nice to follow Conan and catch some ghosts occasionally."

These guys who died were usually those who committed heinous crimes, such as those who actually held power on the island.

They trafficked drugs for profit, directly or indirectly killing countless people and harming countless families.

It's really not a pity for him to die. It's just right to use it to recharge his energy.

Even if that is not the case, then he still deserves to die.

Besides, he is dead anyway, so instead of just dissipating in the world, it is better to use it to recharge him.

Just right.

It can be considered as paying back for the mistakes he made before.

"Ah, Conan is a guy who dies wherever he goes. It's okay to meet him occasionally. It would be unlucky if you really stick around with him."

Wang Changsheng's previous idea was just a thought and he didn't really intend to do it.

After all, instead of following him around to kill people... and solve cases, it would be better to spend more energy and time to accompany Sakura to look for the Clow Cards. Maybe we can even improve our relationship with each other.

Wang Changsheng didn't know what he was thinking about, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hmm? Wait, are those footprints?"

Suddenly, Wang Changsheng, who was looking into the distance, discovered that there seemed to be a series of not very obvious footprints on the beach.

Because they were still some distance away from there, Conan didn't notice it at first.

However, Wang Changsheng is baptized by a large amount of magic power every day, and his eyesight has long surpassed that of normal humans.

So I saw it at a glance.

"Hey, Chengshi helps me earn magic power, how can I not help him?" Wang Changsheng smiled slightly.

He hooked his finger lightly without making any expression.

Suddenly, a magic hand that Conan could not see quickly appeared and flew to the beach where the footprints were.

"I wipe, I wipe, I splash water!"

Soon, most of the traces were eliminated.

Although this is a magic hand, in fact, you can also use it as a shovel.

Of course, since it is a hand painting, there will still be some traces of palms.

But this is just a small matter, it doesn't matter.

"Haha, the footprints disappeared and turned into handprints instead. Washing machine, can you still catch the real murderer?" At this time, Conan walked in front of Wang Changsheng, who had a playful smile on his face, looking at the back of the child in front of him.

"Changsheng, you are going to..."

Conan couldn't see the magic hand summoned by Wang Changsheng, but Xiaolang saw it clearly.

And following the direction of the magic hand, he could barely observe a series of traces on the beach.

He couldn't help but send a message to Wang Changsheng, wanting to ask about the situation, but the latter gave him a look, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

So the little wolf fell silent.

There was a dead body in the sea and a series of traces on the beach, which were obviously left by the murderer.

But Wang Changsheng erased all traces at this time, which means he wanted to help the murderer destroy the evidence, which is to say... shielding...

"Could it be that Changsheng knows who the murderer is and knows him?" Xiaolang had many doubts in his mind.

But he believed that Wang Changsheng would not do anything evil.

Moreover, the soul born from the dead person looks very vicious, and I'm afraid he was not a good person when he was alive.

Although Xiaolang doesn't like the murderer, no matter who he is or what he has done, he should not judge the other person based on his own will.

But perhaps, the murderer encountered some force majeure?

such as……

It was this person who wanted to kill him, but was killed instead. So he cannot be considered a murderer, but only acted in self-defense.

Eh~ this is much more normal.

"Could it be that Changsheng knew this and chose to help that person erase the traces?"

With Wang Changsheng's attitude in mind, Xiaolang naturally found an excuse for the murderer.

"Changsheng is worthy of his name. I haven't discovered anything yet. Not only has he dealt with the ghost that was likely to do evil, he has even solved this case."

Xiaolang couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "From this perspective, how can that detective named Maoli be half as good as Changsheng?"

He glanced at Conan in front of him.

"And this guy, it was clearly Changsheng and I who were out for a walk alone, but he insisted on following us and kept asking questions. He's so annoying. Such a young kid wants to play detective games? I wonder if he would be scared by a look from a truly vicious murderer if he met one."

Although ordinary detectives cannot use magic like Wang Changsheng.

But Xiaolang just has a feeling that Uncle Maori is not that powerful at all.

Chapter 328 Ah! Wang Changsheng, go to the rat, go to the rat!

"It seems like there's no one guarding this place, Brother Changsheng. Do you think we can sneak in if we go through here? I don't think we'll be discovered." Conan looked at the community center in front of him for a while, then suddenly turned around and said to Wang Changsheng behind him.

"You still want to go in?" Wang Changsheng chuckled. "Aren't you afraid that if you sneak in, you'll be discovered and the scene will be even more embarrassing? Uncle Maori will definitely spank you hard then."

This guy Conan really only cares about eating and not about being beaten.

He actually wanted to sneak in, not afraid that he would do something else and be discovered, making it even more difficult for Uncle Maori and Yuanmei to deal with the situation.

Of course he couldn't let Conan go over now.

He hasn't completely dealt with the series of footprints yet.

"It's too slow to handle it with one hand."

Wang Changsheng pointed his finger, and instantly another hundred identical magic hands flew out, landed on the beach, and began the cleanup work.

"But they are preventing us from going in like this. They must be hiding something from us. If we don't go in now, it will be difficult to know what they are doing later." Conan frowned. He had a premonition in his heart that this memorial service was not an ordinary memorial service.

Besides, he was just the former village chief. Is it necessary to hold a memorial service every year?

Could it be that the previous village chief made some extraordinary contribution to this island?

Otherwise, how could the people on the island hold a memorial meeting for him every year?

However, since he came to the island, he and Uncle Maori asked around, but he had never heard anyone praise the former village chief. Instead, they praised the current village chief.

Almost everyone who has been asked will say that the current village chief has a good business sense and has made a lot of money with the residents of the island.

In this case, is a former village chief who has little impression or trace among the residents of the island worthy of such a grand memorial service?

"Or, the current village chief actually has some connection with the previous village chief, so he did this out of personal feelings..." Conan thought for a moment and thought of a possibility.

If the two village chiefs have a deep friendship, then holding a memorial meeting for each other every year should not be a big deal.

After all, it seems that it hasn't been too many years since the previous village chief, and the current village chief is probably not tired or bored either. In addition, he has a high reputation among the residents on the island.

Conan felt that the reason he did this was not only because the two of them might have a personal relationship, but also because the current village chief wanted to use this incident to publicize his kindness and virtue.

After all, no matter how big or small, they are all officials.

It is human nature to have such thoughts.

Moreover, once you have prestige, as the village chief, managing the island's public security and humanities will be much smoother.