Merry-Go-Round

The old Daoist was carried out of the bathroom by Zhang Yanfeng. To an old criminal policeman, a 70-year-old scrawny old man was not a big deal. It was very easy to carry him.

Wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, the old Daoist heaved a sigh of relief. He secretly admired himself for being astute.

The Boss had asked him to do the ritual. There must be a problem here. As for what the problem was, the old Daoist did not know.

Therefore, when performing the ritual, although this old Daoist looked like he was completely immersed in it, in fact, he had been keeping an eye out in his heart.

He was afraid that a malicious spirit or a zombie would suddenly rush out from somewhere. Although the boss was there to hold the fort, his life was still his, wasn't it?