Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

"Brother Fu, do you really believe what the old man said?"

"Trust me!"

"Then you still promised him?"

"Agreement is a promise, but whether to buy it or not is my business."

Fu Kuan smiled slyly, pointed to the front, and signaled Tang Chuchu to follow.

"Is that bottle really from hundreds of years ago?"

Tang Chuchu followed Fu Kuan and asked.

"It's a fart, it was unearthed last week."

"what?"

Tang Chuchu didn't react for a while, and after thinking about this sentence, she finally understood.

Love is a liar.

And at the same time.

On a highway in Shed City.

A car was speeding fast.

inside the car.

A woman raised her eyebrows and asked frivolously, "How far is it?"

"Miss, we're almost there. After getting off this expressway, there are still more than 30 minutes."

A silver lighter in the woman's hand made a crisp sound.

"call--"

Smoke filled the car.

"Do you remember what the old man told us?"

"Don't worry, miss, but it seems that there are quite a few colleagues in this operation."

"Coming together? What are you afraid of?"

The woman smiled contemptuously. With heavy makeup on, she looked even more coquettish at this time.

The other three people in the car are all her subordinates.

And they are all top players.

"Then what exactly are we looking for?"

"A gold medal."

"Gold medal? What gold medal?"

The woman glared at the talkative man, and said leisurely, "Gold medal for controlling ghosts."

"Gold Medal for Controlling Ghosts... This..."

The man obviously didn't expect that their task this time would be so difficult.

"Can you really find it in this broken city? This city is a third-tier city."

"It doesn't matter what the third line is or the eighteenth line, as long as things are here, they must come."

The woman opened the car window impatiently and threw the cigarette butt out.

"Then we are..."

"Go directly, don't take a rest, the antique street, the accurate information I got is that there is this gold medal for controlling ghosts in this antique street."

The woman brushed her hair and leaned back on the seat.

"The gold medal for controlling ghosts, as long as we get this thing, our strength will greatly increase!"

"Oh, don't be too happy, there are many ghost masters in this world."

"Although there are many, they will be backlashed, and there will be great side effects."

"That's right. With this gold medal for controlling ghosts, any bullshit ghost controlling people are just ants under their feet!"

The woman's red lips parted slightly, and the greed in her eyes was self-evident...

Antique Street.

Fu Kuan was still strolling around the antique stalls.

Before he knew it, he had been gone for about half an hour.

And in his hand, there are a few more things.

A chain, a folding fan, and a pipe.

Although these are not treasures, they are also some ancient relics.

But the people at the antique stall didn't have such vicious eyes, and none of the players on the street who tried to pick up the leaks found these three antiques.

Fu Kuan bought it for only tens of thousands. It can be said that he can make a lot of money.

But what he wants is not money.

Instead, use objects to exchange some information.

"Brother Fu, I'm tired..."

Tang Chuchu followed Fu Kuan listlessly.

"Be patient for a while, and soon, the real time will come."

"When is it real?"

"That's right, the end of this street will be seen soon. If there are not one or two treasures, then it will be unreasonable."

In fact, Fu Kuan's heart was also bristling.

He didn't expect such a big street, whether it was a shop or a street vendor.

There is not a treasure that he can fancy.

Of course, the baby he fancy has functions.

rather than mere antiquities.

If it is pure antiquities, then there are quite a lot of them on this street.

About one percent of them are genuine curios.

But the age is naturally far and near.

While Fu Kuan was searching, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw something that caught his eye.

He took a few steps back and stopped in front of a small stall.

Tang Chuchu drooped her head, and didn't even want to lift it up.

Fu Kuan looked around, there was no one at the booth.

And the vendor also seemed very impatient.

"Just take a look and see for yourself. If you like something, make an offer and sell it if it suits you!"

The vendor was lazily lying on the recliner, with a worn yellow paper book covering his face.

Fu Kuan smiled, but remained silent.

He forcibly suppressed his inner excitement.

He believed that he was absolutely not dazzled.

There are a lot of things on this stall, all of which are small objects.

For example, what kind of small wine cups, teacups, all kinds of beads, etc...

In short, there is not a single big product in this stall.

Therefore, no one stopped around the booth.

And Fu Kuan's gaze was fixed on a gold medal.

It is said to be a gold medal, but it actually looks more like a bronze medal.

It is a brand that looks like a shield.

The overall color is golden, but it is a bit worn out, and even in Fu Kuan's eyes, it has a matte texture.

But this thing is also interesting to say.

On this gold medal, two dragons are engraved.

And the most important thing is that between the two dragons, there is a big character that even Fu Kuan doesn't know.

He didn't know the style of the text, but his intuition told him that this thing was not simple.

Moreover, there are no fancy decorations on the gold medal, only simple line carvings, showing a sense of hierarchy.

He turned on the analysis system.

"Unknown gold medal... 600 years ago, high-quality antiquity, excellent product."

"Can you know what function this thing has?"

Fu Kuan immediately ordered the system.

"Ghost control!"

"what!"

Fu Kuan almost shouted out.

control ghosts.

"The analysis is complete, the gold medal for controlling ghosts."

Fu Kuan was completely shocked by the answer given by the system.

"Boss, how do you sell this thing?"

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, but still showed an indifferent attitude on his face.

"what?"

The greasy middle-aged man took the book off his face, and then took a closer look.

"This gold medal?"

"Yes, is it pure gold?"

"Hahaha, it's true!"

Fu Kuan questioned calmly.

"Let me see."

"Row!"

The vendor directly picked up the gold medal and casually threw it to Fu Kuan.

Fu Kuan's face was full of pain, but he still acted very calmly.

He took the gold medal, and he could really feel the complicated and chaotic yin energy on the gold medal for controlling ghosts!
Moreover, there is an inexplicable force driving him.

"how much is it?"

"You make an offer, if it suits you, I'll let you go."

It seems that this vendor is very talkative.

Fu Kuan hesitated.

If the price he charged was too high, the vendor might notice it, and it might cause a lot of unnecessary incidents.

But if the drive is too low, with the vendor's temper, it is very likely that he will not sell it to him.

So, he hesitated.