Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Fu Kuan stopped beside the Jiaolong.

The Demon Suppressing Spirit Sword in his hand burst into a burst of red light!
The dragon was dying, and only one breath was left.

"I'm sorry."

He stood the Demon Suppressing Spirit Sword on the huge skull of the flood dragon.

"Pfft!"

Green blood splash!

And he closed his eyes tightly.

Everyone was stunned, but the flood dragon, under the eyes of everyone, turned into a ball of powder, without any wind, it floated directly in the air.

"call--"

Fu Kuan let out a breath, and finally solved such a difficult problem.

"Fu team! It's all right!"

"Payment..."

Everyone came up to welcome them.

Fu Kuan shook his head, but he still didn't relax.

Because he knew, how could this flood dragon die so easily.

And this "between mountains and rivers", the man said it all.

It's not that simple.

There must be something strange about this matter.

He looked around for a while, and only the puzzled eyes of the crowd responded to him.

"Fu Dui, since it has been resolved, hurry to the next place, don't stay here, in case there is still a known danger!"

Fu Kuan's brows were tightly furrowed. After Yan Ru said that, he couldn't say much.

However, he was afraid that he would be attacked by the enemy.

If you enter the next haunted house room, the situation you encounter will be more dangerous than this one.

Then he would be helpless.

But now the safest thing is to take it one step at a time.

"No hurry! This flood dragon is not dead yet."

Fu Kuan's words made everyone dumbfounded.

This flood dragon has turned into a puddle of powder and disappeared, how do you say that.

Why is it not dead yet.

"Seeing is not necessarily believing, and hearing is not necessarily false."

Fu Kuan said something that made people puzzled.

And he sat cross-legged on the ground.

Everyone saw that he was in such a posture, and it seemed impossible to move forward.

Fu Kuan put his finger on the ghost ring.

At this moment, although the ghost hunting ring did not glow red, it was warm.

"There is temperature..."

This temperature is higher than body temperature, and higher than the temperature in this cave.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to be caused by environmental influences.

For a long time, there was no expression on Fu Kuan's face.

It seems that this matter has nothing to do with him.

And the most important thing was the ring on Fu Kuan's hand.

At this time, thin red lines had appeared on the surface of the ghost ring.

Sure enough, there are still unclean things!
He hooked the corner of his mouth, and he knew that this matter was definitely not that simple.

The thin lines on the ghost ring became more and more dense, and his mood at this time gradually calmed down.

Everyone around also saw the abnormality, so they didn't dare to disturb Fu Kuan at will.

A moment later, a majestic bell sounded suddenly into everyone's ears.

"The bell..."

"It should be the props in the haunted house. There is nothing strange about these."

"But the bell rings at this time, will it be a little unexpected?"

"Wait and watch..."

Everyone was discussing in low voices, and the next second, Fu Kuan stood up directly.

He pointed to the darkness not far away and said slowly: "There!"

Everyone followed his finger to look, and it was pitch black.

The light from the strong flashlight seemed to be swallowed by the darkness not far away.

"I can't see clearly, Fuju."

Gao Feng almost suspected that there was something wrong with his flashlight, so he picked it up and patted it after speaking.

"It will be swallowed up."

A solemn look appeared on Fu Kuan's face. He rubbed his ghost hunting ring, and finally decided to go check it out!
"go!"

Several people immediately took action, groping into the darkness little by little.

"Fu Dui, do you think this bell is a prop?"

"No."

Fu Kuan's answer was so decisive that Yan Ru was a little confused.

"If it's not a prop, then how could there be a bell here?"

"Maybe, it's a ghost."

"Ghost?"

"Hmm... it's not a ghost, it's an object with a very dark air."

With Fu Kuan's explanation, everyone understood.

It turned out to be such a meaning.

They thought that the ghosts Fu Kuan was talking about were ghosts.

"Be careful."

Fu Kuan turned around and said something, the expressions on everyone's faces could be described as strange.

He smiled and clenched his fists.

In the quiet and terrifying cave, there was only a slight footstep.

The figures of the crowd also gradually disappeared into the darkness.

And the flashlight, at this moment, has no effect at all.

This is obviously not very scientific.

Light, according to common sense, cannot be swallowed.

At this time, the light emitted by the strong flashlight is only a few centimeters.

This is the strangest part.

"stop!"

Fu Kuan listened carefully, and quickly raised his palm to signal everyone to stop.

"drop--"

"drop--"

"drop--"

Very rhythmic slight metallic sound.

"Boom-"

a bell.

Next, there was the sound of metal colliding again.

But this time, it was quite different from the previous sound patterns.

"The frequency is different, wait a minute."

Fu Kuan was very patient, he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

After about five or six minutes, Fu Kuan also figured out the pattern of the voice.

Three metallic sounds, followed by a bell.

Immediately afterwards, there were four metallic sounds, followed by a bell.

Every 20 seconds is a loop.

And in these few minutes, the sound of metal collisions became faster and faster, and the interval between the sounds became more and more rapid.

"go!"

Fu Kuan directly led the team forward.

This is a vaulted cave.

The entire cave is very neat, almost hemispherical.

Fu Kuan opened his eyes and was even more surprised.

Because the cave wall is too smooth, and there are a bunch of inscriptions carved on the dome that he can't understand.

"In this cave, nothing can be seen..."

"How big is this room?"

"It won't be very loud, you can hear it from our voices."

Everyone murmured in low voices, feeling a little panicked in their hearts.

For them, this kind of unknown thing is the most terrifying.

Fu Kuan walked up to the cave wall and took a look. It was extremely smooth, and he couldn't even find a single flaw on the cave wall.

A haunted house, how could it be possible to spend so much material resources to arrange an empty cave.

There is nothing in the cave.

"Then how did this voice appear..."

He secretly complained, and then he opened his mouth to appease everyone's emotions.

"There is nothing in this cave, and it is a hemispherical cave."

"Nothing at all?"

"Then Fuju, how did this sound come out?"

"Could it be that we're hallucinating?"

"Maybe there is some kind of sound-generating device, maybe it's inside the cave wall, it's not sure, isn't what haunted houses want is a sense of mystery?"

"I can't see anything clearly now, what should I do? If this goes on like this, isn't it just a blind man turning on a lamp?"

Hearing everyone's complaints, Fu Kuan was also thinking about what to do next?