Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

What surprised Fu Kuan along the way was Old Guo's stamina.

At a distance of about [-] kilometers, their speed is very slow, and it may take two or three days to arrive.

But the old man never took a rest from the beginning to the end, not even took a breath!
But they still ate something on the way, mainly because Fu Kuan couldn't take it anymore.

This old Guo never said a word again.

Two days later, a mountain range appeared in front of them.

This place is indeed isolated from the world, after all, there are endless mountains, and it is on the edge of Jiangning, but this place is a barren mountain.

The development of Jiangning stopped [-] kilometers away from this land boundary, so this barren mountain is also an inaccessible place.

"Turn over two more hills and you will be there."

Fu Kuan sat on the cart and heaved a sigh of relief.

It's finally here.

Along the way, he felt a little flustered.

This kind of thing is still a superstition.

He sighed, but he could only obey Mr. Guo, he had no other choice.

A few hours later, Fu Kuan finally saw a mountain village.

Sparse, and the location is very messy.

"arrive."

Mr. Guo stopped in his tracks, and then looked at the stele beside him.

The three bright red characters of Daming Village are engraved on the moss-covered stone tablet, which looks quite strange.

Very desolate.

This was Fu Kuan's first feeling.

"Okay, get out of the car!"

Mr. Guo took off the rope from his body, and put his hands on the stone tablet directly.

Then he fished out a handful of yellow paper from behind a tree.

"You don't have to kneel, just sit down."

Fu Kuan couldn't figure it out, but he still did it.

"Sitting in front of the stele, don't think about anything."

Mr. Guo directly sprinkled the yellow paper beside Fu Kuan, and then took out a dilapidated mahogany strip from behind the stone tablet.

"Don't think about anything!"

Fu Kuan quickly let go of his mind, he felt that there was something about Mr. Guo.

Old Guo lit the yellow paper, and directly inserted the mahogany stick into the ground.

When the yellow paper was burnt out, the mahogany sticks spontaneously ignited strangely.

There was also a breeze around him, Fu Kuan didn't dare to think about these things, and tried his best to hold his breath.

"The shrine is in the sky, to save ghosts and gods, to the great Ming ancestor, to be worshiped by the younger generation!"

After all, that old Guo directly pressed Fu Kuan's head down.

Fu Kuan was taken aback, did he worship himself?

He felt slightly displeased with the old man's actions.

In fact, people have a natural resistance to the action of pressing their heads. After all, this is an action that only occurs when humans are dealing with livestock.

Moreover, touching and pressing the head will make the person whose head is pressed feel inexplicably inferior.

So at this time, Fu Kuan was also very resistant.

But the old man's strength was extremely strong, he grabbed Fu Kuan's Tianling cover tightly, and then pressed it violently.

"Bye!"

"Two thanks!"

After saying that, he directly swallowed the unburned mahogany sticks into his stomach.

Fu Kuan's eyes widened, a little surprised.

Although the mahogany stick was only less than a few centimeters left, it was the first time he had seen the stick swallowed alive.

"..."

There was a strange noise from the old man's throat, Fu Kuan didn't stand or sit, he was a little impatient.

"Get up..."

After a long time, Mr. Guo finally said.

Fu Kuan breathed a sigh of relief as he was about to receive an amnesty.

"From now on, don't say a single word!"

They walked directly towards a tile-roofed house.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three knocks on the door.

"Guo Daxian! It's you!"

A woman directly opened the door and let the two walk in.

"How's it going?"

"Guo Daxian, after so many years, it is impossible to find one, but I haven't found a suitable one yet."

"I can't wait any longer!"

Fu Kuan was in a daze, what could he not find?
What is suitable?
"That's it."

"Daxian, how long can the people in this village live!"

"Don't say such bad words!"

"I just want to know more. After all these days, everyone is terribly afraid. Is this the invited god?"

The woman looked at Fu Kuan, and Fu Kuan immediately showed a kind smile.

"Well, don't say anything about this, understand?"

"Don't worry Guo Daxian, this matter... oh... the family has lost face for so many years, and now I have to let the big guy suffer from such things, I don't feel good!"

"Don't mention the past! Sister, we have to rest at your place tonight."

"The room and bedding are all ready, I'm going to prepare dinner!"

"Row!"

Fu Kuan was settled down.

There are no ornaments in the house, let alone anything of value.

But it was clean and tidy, and the bedding was washed without any peculiar smell.

"Stay till dark."

Fu Kuan nodded.

Dinner is very simple, porridge with a few side dishes and a few steamed buns.

But Fu Kuan is not a picky eater, if he has a stutter, that's fine.

As the sky gradually darkened, Guo Daxian didn't say anything more, and Fu Kuan didn't ask any more questions.

Around nine o'clock, almost every household in the village had fallen asleep, and Guo Daxian got up from the kang.

He first pinned a wormwood on the wooden door, and then lit a white candle on the northwest corner of the house.

He also cleaned up all the garbage in the house, Fu Kuanda was puzzled.

Is this preparation work?

That Guo Daxian didn't say a word, just arranged it mechanically.

A dying chicken, half dead, was hung on the door, and two worms whose names were unknown were swallowed by Guo Daxian.

Then, Guo Daxian finally carried his broken bag on his back, and made the final arrangement again.

He almost arranged the whole house.

"go!"

He immediately led Fu Kuan towards a mountain.

It was silent all the way, and no one was seen at all.

"We are..."

"Shh!"

Before he finished speaking, Guo Daxian glared at Fu Kuan.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Fu Kuan nodded quickly, thinking to see what skills you have.

Don't just play tricks here!

The two walked for about half an hour, and Fu Kuan became a little boring. Finally, he saw a cemetery.

The graves are not very real, but there are no tombstones.

Trees of different types stand aside, covering the sky and the sun.

"Remember, no matter what happens later, don't scream!"

Fu Kuan nodded.

He still knows the rules.

Shouting will attract the attention of corpse change or ghosts.

This is also a popular saying.

"Three heads, two left, four feet, five right..."

Fu Kuan couldn't understand what Guo Daxian said more and more.

However, although the great immortal was chanting words, he had never heard of the kung fu under his feet.

Soon, they came to a low grave.

"Okay, here we are!"