Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Fu Kuan never dreamed that he would be so close to Tang Chuchu, after chatting for a while, they both fell asleep.

Getting up early in the morning, Fu Kuan looked out the window.

The sky was fine, bright light shone into the window, and the light piercing into the eyelids actually made the eyeballs a little sore.

I hurriedly looked out the window, and unexpectedly found a group of people surrounded by the window.

Looking carefully, Lei Ming, who was wearing the clothes of a gangster, was actually in it, as if something big had happened.

neat!

Get up and have a look!

Fu Kuan hurriedly called Tang Chuchu, but unexpectedly, Tang Chuchu didn't respond after calling several times.

Looking closer, he realized that Tang Chuchu's face was livid and his body was cold, as if he had caught a cold.

Touching it with his hands, Tang Chuchu's cheeks felt hot.

"you are sick?"

Tang Chuchu slowly opened her eyes, looked at Fu Kuan with tired eyes, and then smiled.

"Maybe I caught a cold, I'm fine!"

Now he didn't dare to let Tang Chuchu leave for half a step, and then quickly sent Tang Chuchu spiritual energy, but fortunately, after sending it for a long time, Tang Chuchu's face finally recovered.

When he got downstairs, Fu Kuan hurried to the center of the crowd and looked at the ground.

I saw two pieces of clothing lying on the ground.

One is the innkeeper's costume, and the other is the gangster's costume, which are clearly his own.

The whole ground was filled with cold air, and the traces of spiritual energy were emitting white smoke on the ground.

Scanning carefully, it seems that several hours have passed.

"Brother, you're awake. Something big happened here. I didn't call you because I didn't call you for fear of delaying you two. That's why I found out."

Lei Ming frowned, his eyes filled with a little fear.

Tangtang Lei Ming was also afraid of arresting his head, maybe something serious happened.

"It couldn't have been done by a ghost. Didn't the two fierce ghosts get killed last night? Is there someone else here?"

Fu Kuan looked around and found nothing unusual.

Lei Ming pulled Fu Kuan to the stable, only to see that all the horses inside were gone, only the reins remained where they were.

"Look, our horses have also been eaten, and now your jar can't be moved, so we can only buy more horses."

Fu Kuan checked again, but unfortunately he was still helpless.

There is no trace in front of him, only the smell of aura that is being emitted.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's hurry up and leave, then buy a horse and set off immediately!"

"Not good! Is the jar watched by your people? It's okay now."

Fu Kuan felt that something was wrong, if something happened to the jar, there would be nothing to sacrifice to the old demon, and all his plans would be in vain.

Lei Ming was also taken aback.

"Oh, I forgot about this, but I guess it's okay. A dozen of them are watching over there, so I guess it's okay."

The two went to the warehouse to check while talking.

Opposite the inn was the warehouse, Fu Kuan opened the wooden door and looked inside, feeling terrified.

I saw that there seemed to be a fight in the inn, and the tables, chairs and benches were all broken.

Not only that, but there were many clothes lying on the ground, and the whole room was filled with traces of spiritual power bursts, and the ground was glowing with white light.

Reiki?

These people are all dead!

The jar is gone too!
The two of them looked at each other and lost their mind for a while.

"I don't know what's going on. We have to get out of here quickly, or it will be too late. There are still ghosts here, and there are more than one."

Fu Kuan was speechless, the jar was filled with sacrificial aura.

Although it is locked on the outside, and there is a magic formula inside, most people will never get it, but it is not a solution to lose this thing.

"Then what to do now, we can only find them one by one, hurry up!"

Without further ado, the two began to search frantically.

The entire house was searched room by room, no matter which room was searched, but unfortunately, no sign of the jar was found.

"What the hell, such a big jar has no shadow. Could it be that it can fly into the sky and escape from the ground?"

While Fu Kuan was feeling depressed, he suddenly found that someone was missing.

Muzi is gone!
Everyone gathered together, but Muzi was not seen.

Muzi is a hunchback, she looks very conspicuous, even if she uses the disguise technique, she won't hide it, after all, her figure is too obvious.

"Magu, you and Muzi are together every day, why are you missing!"

Fu Kuan stared at Ma Gu, and Ma Gu shook his head again and again.

"I don't know either. I didn't see her shadow when I woke up early. I really don't know where she went."

There is no way, now I can only try with probing techniques.

After leaving the crowd, Fu Kuan quickly activated his probing technique.

His eyes stared at the ground with red light, and when he looked carefully, the ground was indeed emitting bursts of luster.

It was the footprint trace left by Magu, and walking forward facing the trace, Fu Kuan had already reached the depths of the house.

After walking along the straight street for a while, a huge house is in front of you.

Fu Kuan looked down, and the red footprints were clearly visible at the main entrance of the house.

Magu?Have you betrayed?
Feeling a bit unbelievable, Qian Qian pushed the door lightly. To his surprise, the double red doors were ajar and opened directly.

"Beware of traps!"

Lei Ming stood aside to remind, Tang Zhan followed closely, and everyone was cautious.

"Don't worry, my probing technique can see any traps, so I won't be framed."

Fu Kuan laughed at himself and walked inside.

Directly opposite is a main room, and the door inside is also open. When we got to the middle of the lobby room, we suddenly found a figure.

I saw that the Eight Immortals table on the opposite side was not a statue of an immortal, but the one sitting on it was Magu herself.

But there was some surprise, at this time Magu was sitting with her head bowed, as if she was sleeping while clutching her own crutches.

Magu!

Magu!

After shouting a few times but still nothing happened, Fu Kuan tentatively went to Magu's side to investigate, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

Magu didn't die, she just passed out.

When I went to the rooms on both sides, I was surprised.

This family is dead.

A dozen pieces of clothing, large and small, were scattered on the ground, and bursts of white smoke were scattered towards the outside, as if they had been dead for several hours.

"Did Magu be knocked unconscious by someone?"

Tang Chuchu wanted to go over and pull Magu down, but she was startled when those white hands were about to grab Magu's sleeves.

Magu who was sitting on it suddenly moved.

She was smirking all over her face, hunched over and trembling, and her bright eyes were staring at everyone.

"You guys are finally here, hehe!"

That voice was clearly not Magu's own, but rather that of a strange man.

The voice is a bit hoarse, like a wooden stick stirring in the vocal cords, it sounds very harsh vibration.

"You! Who the hell is on Magu's body? The jar!"

Fu Kuan immediately felt something was wrong, the person sitting in front of him was not Magu at all, it was clearly a more powerful existence.