Urban God-level Selection System

The police officers were shaking their guns. For such a level of weirdness, let alone him, it was said that Fang Qing, the captain of the Supernatural Bureau, was not an opponent.

How could there be such a powerful weird here?

and many more! What does this man have to do with this weirdness?

He suddenly said to Zhang Wanlin, "Who are you!?"

It is impossible for an ordinary person to control such a powerful evil spirit! Zhang Wanlin laughed: "Just an ordinary person."

"Unexpectedly, you would be a villain with the weird! I am going to kill you today!"

The police officer decided to strike first and then pull the trigger at Zhang Wanlin.

Almost instantly, his corpse separated, and the painter licked the blood on his nails, "Disrespectful to officials, **** it."

Everything happened at the moment of lightning and flint, Zhang Wanlin noticed that it was too late.

He wanted to teach him a lesson, and then erase his memory with the ability of painterly ghosts. Where did he think of killing people now?

His death is a trivial matter. The problem is that there is a supernatural investigation bureau behind it, which is an official national organization. If an ordinary person has no brains, he would definitely not think about confronting the state machine.

"Painted Ghost, why did you kill him?

! "

"Officials, you don't need to thank me, this is what the slave family should do."

"I have to thank you for co-authoring, right."

Zhang Wanlin was really speechless.

He walked back to the house and walked back and forth. Now that people are dead here, he will definitely suspect that he will come over there. The matter is urgent, so it is important to run away first.

"Painted Ghost, you cleaned up the corpse, don't show any troubles."

"Sadako, go to pack things with me, we moved overnight."

Thinking about it now is really dramatic. Before, I was thinking about double cultivation. Now I think of Cui Zi and I just want to move and run away.

They all blame Painted Ghost, who kills people if they don't agree with him, without thinking about his master at all.

How about it is a ghost, cold face and ruthless.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, most of them were torn to pieces by the ghost power of the previous painter. Now the house is full of mess, and the outline of a room can be seen for the time being.

Zhang Wanlin took two shirts, nothing more, and just ran away.

If you go to catch ghosts in the future, why don't you make any money back.

In the Spiritual Investigation Bureau, Fang Qing's line connecting the puppet suddenly broke, as if being hit by a huge force.

The puppet just fell to the ground abruptly, **** and weird.

This is her controlling puppet. The police officer was controlled by him all the way. She didn't believe that Zhang Wanlin would be an ordinary person, so she manipulated the "puppet" to go back and test, and the answer was indeed so.

He is not ordinary, even stronger than expected, making her heart palpitations.

No wonder this person can quickly solve two weird cases one after another.

According to the legend, some people have mastered the ghost control technique and made Hyakki Yexing, but it has been a long time, and it has basically been lost.

Unexpectedly, reappearing arena now.

She sat in the office thinking, there is no doubt that he used his subordinates to verify the strength of the other party.

Now it's up to her how to deal with it.

She can catch him, and with his strength, she can definitely be promoted to the next level, but that's all.

In this weird and chaotic world, the dangerous and pathological officialdom is far from enough.

What she lacks now is not a team, but the most powerful force in the team.

If you summon her to be your right-hand man, why can't you worry about being promoted?

The post of director is not easy to come by.

It can form a deterrent to the outside world.

Well, it was decided that it was him! He must be used by all means.

Zhang Yu approached the office anxiously, "Captain, the breath of one of our team members has disappeared!"

The breath of a player represents his life, and if it disappears, it is probably dead.

But in just a few hours, how could it be possible to die?

This is what Zhang Yu couldn't figure out anyway.

"I suspect that is where we are going tonight, that person may not be ordinary.

It seems that I was careless. "

Zhang Yu is heartbroken.

Fang Qing said: "This is not your problem.

I sent him to do another task. "

"Another task?"

"Well, this task is highly confidential, and the team leader and the following authority have no right to interrogate."

Zhang Yu was relieved now. If a team member died because of himself, he would really feel sorry.

"As for recruiting that person, you don't have to go on."

Fang Qing said lightly, her beautiful legs in stockings made her look like a queen.

Zhang Yu was puzzled: "Don't you think the organization doesn't want him to come in."

Fang Qing said, "I will go out myself this time."

The frightened Zhang Wanlin moved overnight to a bungalow on the outskirts of Pingcheng, only 10 square meters, one bed is everything.

No way, the most important thing during the escape period is to keep a low profile. Is it possible to rent a villa at a high profile to attract the attention of others?

The following day, he followed the news closely, but strangely, there were no relevant reports, and there was not even a wave of waves around him.

Didn’t that person die last night?

impossible.

The corpse was seen by his own eyes, and it was all taken apart.

The harbingers of a storm are often very calm.

The Painted Ghost lay on the bed and said: "Officials, you are worried about doing so. If there are slaves, you can guarantee the safety of the officials."

Sadako also said: "Sadako will also protect you."

"Forget it, you guys."

Zhang Wanlin sighed, "Just don't mess with me."

He said to Painted Skin Ghost: "You still don't want to wear this ancient costume in the future, it will attract people's attention."

The painter hides his mouth and chuckles: "I know, officials must have changed their tastes, so what do you want the slaves to change?"

"Just change your outfit."

"Okay~" In the next second, Painted Skin Ghost changed into a different appearance.

The black hair that was curled up showed eight-character points, spread out, with bright eyes and white teeth.

Wearing a umbilical vest, the lower body is matched with a high-waisted denim, and the curve is exposed.

Lying on the bed like this, properly seduced.

Painted skin ghosts are inherently beautiful, even if they don't need to be someone else, they are enough to fascinate people.

Looking at her like this, Zhang Wanlin couldn't bear it. Fortunately, she was fleeing, or she had to be planted on the bed.

"Official man, how am I?"

Asked the painter.

"Not bad~" "Then do you want to come?"

"In no mood."

"real?"

"real."

"real?"

The Painted Skin Ghost gently lifted a piece of black lace briefs and danced.

Zhang Wanlin swallowed a spit, sister, this painter's ghost tempts himself all day long, and must not be fooled.

Seeing Zhang Wanlin indifferent, the painter snapped his fingers softly, and the small house of ten square meters turned into a bedroom in a five-star hotel.

Gorgeous and classy.

This illusion is more real than ever, and you can even smell the unique atmosphere of the hotel, as well as the delicate touch brought by the high-end furniture.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the blue sky and white clouds, and the tall buildings are magnificent.

This is completely the strength of the ghost painter to reach the ghost general.

"Come on, official, the Nujia has cooked up food.

You can taste it. "

The Painter sat up, whispered, and put his hands behind his ears.

With this action, Zhang Wanlin couldn't stand it anymore.

Take Cuizi, let's talk about it first! The two of them started like this.

Sadako stood stunned, and didn't take me seriously when he was together, right? I'm still here.

Roll the sheets in front of me! ?