Fang Shanshui concentrates on releasing his soul and receives some golden light particles with feedback from time to time. Although the tree species in his palms will continue to absorb the power of his soul, it gradually becomes different from the fierceness at the beginning. It is not like the evil appearance that almost plunders his flesh and blood when he first took root in his body.

The figure master blew a few breaths to Fang Shanshui's palm from time to time. The tree species have become very quiet and peaceful recently, and even germinated in a faint state.

This made Fang Shanshui very happy.

If he could plant the cave earlier, and when he dug out his master's body, there would be a place to settle it.

However, as Fang Shanshui released more and more souls, the Weibo also became more noisy and high-profile. Many families released from the souls kept making news about the same things as the water army and the entrusted. Many people were excited for a moment and commented on Weibo that they would like to give Fang Shanshui gifts and red envelopes, or go to Fang Shanshui shop to buy things, and they were so happy that they were celebrating the festival.

This more directive discourse immediately attracted more skeptics, as well as disappointed families who sent private messages to Fang Shanshui but did not receive a response. They used various comments on Weibo to mention money and @ the police, saying that Fang Shanshui bought the water army and entrusted the matter, and blatantly cheated on Weibo.

Finally, Fang Shanshui was found by the police.

...

Fang Mu finished his initial work, then assigned new research goals, and then went to the game development department every day to make trouble.

The vice president was almost annoyed by him and brought Fang Mu's assistant: "Hurry up and think of a way to get him away, and make it farther away, the better."

The assistant had seen through Fang Mu. When he heard the vice president's words, he immediately asked the vice president to pick out some problems and problems about the newly purchased copyright content and sent Fang Mu to discuss with Brother Xiangzhu.

The vice president did it half-believingly, but he didn't expect Fang Mu to accept it neatly. Even Fang Mu still looked expressionless. The vice president who was familiar with him could feel the rippling under his paralyzed face, which was surprising.

As he wished, Fang Mu found a serious excuse, and he took his assistant to Fang Shanshui's Qingyue Temple again.

The assistant was a little funny: "Boss, you can obviously find some excuses to go there, why do you have to go to the vice president?"

Fang Mu looked at the assistant expressionlessly, as if you knew too much, but since the assistant asked, Fang Mu's chattering attributes still made him unable to help but talk, and said, "Didn't I say that Brother Xiangzhu is my idol? Have you ever seen any fan who is diligent in choosing his idol? That's a black fan and will be disliked. And do you think I'm going to discuss and solve the problem with Brother Xiangzhu this time? Of course not. I am standing on the standpoint of the fan and criticizing my idol for how turtle-haired vice president is, and then let the idol know that with me, the president's fan, all the turtle-haired problems are not a problem."

The assistant coughed twice and almost choked by his saliva. He quickly flattered: "President, don't worry, your routine is so perfect, Brother Xiangzhu will definitely recognize your goodness."

Fang Mu: "Yes."

When the car was watching Qingyue, when he arrived at the foot of the mountain where the manor was, Fang Mu's cell phone suddenly rang, as if he had detected something strange, and issued a less common warning sound.

Just like Fang Mu detected the soul of a weasel last time, but it was different from the warning sound that time, indicating that it was not the same thing.

Fang Mu turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, and looked out the car window in a condensed light. When he shone in mid-air, some strange figures about one foot away from the ground appeared on the page of the mobile phone. These figures looked like a piece of cloth floating in the air, and seemed to be holding an umbrella in his hand, coming out from one place one after another, scattering in all directions.

The driving assistant looked into the rearview mirror and asked, "Boss? What are you looking at?"

Fang Mu looked at the shadow outside the window and said with interest: "Some strange things are not ghosts, nor are they the soul of a weasel."

The assistant was surprised: "What is that? Where did it come from?"

When Fang Mu heard this, he followed the direction of these figures walking back and found that these figures were all coming out of Brother Xiangzhu's house. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking a few to study.

Fang Mu looked at the house on the mountainside not far away: "It came out of Brother Xiangzhu's house."

The assistant didn't react at first, and then suddenly remembered it, and slapped his thigh and shouted: "I know what that is! The day before yesterday, I saw Brother Xiangzhu saying on Weibo that he found some trapped human souls somewhere and wanted to release animals and return home. I still thought it was hype, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

Fang Mu: "Life of the soul?"

Speaking of which, the weasel I discovered last time at Brother Xiangzhu. Perhaps because Brother Xiangzhu is a celestial master, he deals with these things so frequently?

When they got closer, the two of them didn't expect to find a police car.

The assistant said 'ah': "Did they make things too big online and are being asked by the police?"

Fang Mu was suddenly attracted by the assistant and looked at him and asked, "What's going on?"

The assistant quickly talked about what he saw on Weibo: "It's what I just mentioned about releasing the soul. Isn't this kind of thing being promoted on Weibo? Isn't it for yourself to find trouble for yourself? There must be many people who don't believe it. I saw it yesterday that many netizens thought that Brother Xiangzhu was a fraud, and they also said that those who thank Brother Xiangzhu were all navy soldiers and entrusted people, and many people said they wanted to report him."

When Fang Mu heard this, his eyes suddenly dazed, as if he had seen a scene where his younger brother helped others, but was always suspected and disliked.

Seeing that Fang Mu's eyes were not right, the assistant hurriedly called out: "Boss? What's wrong with you, the boss?"

Fang Mu came back to his senses, glanced at the license plate of the police car, and said to the assistant: "You call Political Commissar Liu and say I have something to ask him for help."

"good."

...

Officer Wang was unwilling to give up and prepare to educate Fang Shanshui again, but unexpectedly, another call came. He picked it up and saw that it was the director's again.

This is the third call that Officer Wang has received at this moment, and it is all called by the director.

The two times just now, the director said that he would be polite and not let Fang Shanshui and others be frightened. It seemed that the director had received instructions from some of the people above, but Officer Wang did not expect that he would hit him for the third time.

As soon as Officer Wang answered the phone, the director immediately said tiredly: [Xiao Wang, please stop the team. Don’t worry about this matter, it’s not our business.]

Officer Wang asked back with a strange expression: "Director, have you received the call again? Who called this time?"

The director said impatiently: [This is not what you should ask. OK. Stop talking nonsense. You should leave there quickly. I don’t want to receive such calls anymore, hurry up.]

"……yes."

Officer Wang hung up the phone with a bad expression, glanced at Fang Shanshui with a little bad expression: "I didn't expect that you are not old and have a wide connection. Why are you so capable and not have a bright future? You have to engage in these feudal superstitious activities? Humph, forget it this time, there is no real evidence for the incident on Weibo, but if I really caught the evidence of your illegal fundraising and fraud, I would definitely not give up. The Party and the people will not let any criminal go!"

Yuan Pei, who was beside Fang Shanshui, immediately retorted: "Then you can find the evidence first. Just rely on a repost lottery on Weibo, saying that you rely on feudal superstitious fraud. Do you want to check it one by one? It's just a few gangsters who report it and come to exaggerate it. It's so idle. I haven't seen you so active in catching text messages."

"What did you say!" Several young policemen beside Officer Wang immediately stood up.

Fang Shanshui pulled La Yuanpei and signaled him to say less.

Fang Shanshui: "Sorry, Yuan Pei speaks more straightforwardly. I hope you can find someone to testify next time, and let's talk about us fraud. Otherwise, empty words are just slander, and there will naturally be people. But please don't care."

"Hmph! Retreat." Without saying anything to Fang Shanshui, Officer Wang greeted his subordinates and left.

Yuan Peilala Fang Shanshui said: "Fang Fang, this man has a wrong face. I think he is just coming to us for bad luck. Tsk, he is so righteous. It's really annoying. Should we make this Police Officer Wang unlucky?"

Fang Shanshui: "I came to us on purpose to be unlucky? Why?"

Fang Shanshui felt that he did not offend anyone specifically, except for his master's snacks.

Yuan Pei looked at it: "I think it has something to do with your release from the soul. Maybe his interests were involved on the way? But he really thinks we are liars. Maybe he thinks someone in his family has been deceived by us."

"Forget it, maybe it's because of something bad that happened." Fang Shanshui followed Yuan Pei's gaze and looked at Officer Wang's back. Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "By the way, Yuanzi, have you called someone just now?"

Yuan Pei knew what Fang Shanshui was asking, shook his head and said, "No, I just called Pan Ruo. His family is a local snake, so it's enough to have Uncle Pan speak."

Fang Shanshui is strange.

Yuan Pei had just received a message from the customer service that the police were inquired about. He called Pan Ruo first, and then a letter from the Dao Association, said that he had seen his affairs online and expressed support for his good deeds. He just kindly reminded him not to be so high-profile next time. By the way, he asked him if he had any trouble. Fang Shanshui also mentioned the fact that he was being found by the local police.

These are two groups of people, so who called the third call?

Fang Shanshui was a little confused.

Officer Wang walked to the door and unexpectedly ran into a luxury car at the door. Seeing Fang Mu sitting inside, she was obviously rich or noble. The little policemen following Officer Wang immediately muttered: "These rich people are so strange. They are all rushing to come and be deceived."

"A wealthy people believe in these metaphysics, what kind of Feng Shui and numerology are? Don't you know that many celebrities carry amulets or believe in Buddhism and religion?"

Several people muttered to get into the police car.

When Officer Wang and his party drove away, Fang Mu also waved his hand to signal the assistant to leave. Fang Shanshui, who came to close the door, happened to see the raised exhaust gas of the two cars.

Fang Shanshui narrowed his eyes and glanced at the license plate of the black luxury car. It seemed to look familiar? Is it... the one he took when his brother came last time?

...

The assistant asked hesitantly: "Old...Ban, why did you leave like this? Aren't you going to chat with Brother Xiangzhu? Do you want to tell him about the benefits of having a president's fan?"

Fang Mu glanced at the assistant expressionlessly, and the look immediately made the assistant shut up.

Although Fang Mu usually has no expression, he seems particularly scary now.

·

The things on Weibo are a bit too high-profile, but the effect is also good. Anyway, this kind of thing is quite rare. After all, it is impossible to find a bunch of souls who cannot return to their bodies and have lost their memory. Fang Shanshui thought about solving this matter and would not be so troubled in the future.

At the same time, Fang Shanshui's Weibo was forwarded and supported by the official Weibo of the Dao Association, and the person in charge came forward to prove Fang Shanshui's identity as a Taoist, saying that Fang Shanshui's Weibo was supervised by the Dao Association. If someone finds that there is a fraud, they can report it to the Dao Association and they will be responsible.

The other official Weibo accounts of the Taoist Association did not say much, but everyone also saw their attitude.

The official Weibo account of the Taoist Association rarely speaks, but as a nationally designated religious association, it is still quite heavy when it is released, which immediately makes many people shut up.

There were fewer people who argued against each other on the surface, but the supporters of Fang Shanshui secretly became more determined and celebrated happily.

Taking advantage of the silence, Fang Shanshui quickly sent the last batch of souls back. Only a dozen souls were searched for from the weasels.

The remaining dozen people never received private messages, so Fang Shanshui had to give it to him.

Ask Yuan Pei to help calculate the rough auspicious direction. Fang Shanshui decided to wander around with a dozen souls at night. The efficiency was so low, and fortunately there were few left.

The figure master watched Fang Shanshui and Yuanpei talk, and after a while, he suddenly remembered the snacks he had harvested last time and immediately started to organize them.

I used black marshmallow to pinch out several jars, and several flat figures of people who were pressed out of their stomachs by the figure master and threw them in.

The figure master picked up the jar and shook it hard.

Ahhhhh!

There was a faint scream.

After a while, the jar was flat as if the dust was the size of a dust, and it became bigger and bigger, as if popcorn was expanding. The first one dissipated was finally shaken into a pile of things like bean paste and smoothies.

After shaking the figure, the master looked at it, unscrewed the can and scooped it with a spoon, and it was sweet.

Then it started to shake the second one again.

Seeing that the figure master was making new snacks, he immediately exposed his head from Fang Shanshui's pocket, turned over to the table, and asked for a string of weasel skewers from somewhere to ask for sharing with the figure master.

The weasel strung on a rope seemed to have been locked up for a long time. When Pu saw the light of day, he immediately howled.
To be continued...