Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Fu Kuan was a little relieved, it seemed that Wan Lin was determined to die with him, and a life-and-death relationship was nothing more than that.

The two of them back to back, their fists used as resistance, accompanied by tossing and turning, completely relying on body skills to fight these dead zombies hand to hand.

However, as expected, these guys were rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and physical strength alone could not cause any harm to them. In less than a moment, Fu Kuan was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"No! If this continues, we will be consumed to death sooner or later. What should we do?"

Wan Lin yelled in worry, and Fu Kuan had no choice.

"What else can I do, I can only fight to the death like this, come on, don't hesitate!"

The roaring sound was endless, and the zombie fingers with sharp nails attacked Fu Kuan's eyes from time to time.

One by one jumped onto the top of Fu Kuan's head, as long as they touched it, their skin would be ripped apart.

The two of them have been completely surrounded, there is no way to retreat, and now they can only hold on.

At the critical moment, Fu Kuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a ray of light appearing in the distance.

The dim light seemed to be coming from a kerosene lamp. If you look carefully, a hunched figure is slowly walking over with the lamp.

Strange to say, all the aggressive zombies stopped. They seemed to be afraid of the light, they all covered their eyes with their hands, and shrank a lot slowly.

The lights appearing in the dark, even in the dim light, are somewhat dazzling.

Fu Kuan looked at it calmly, and the person who came turned out to be an old man with white hair.

The old man was dressed very strangely. He was wearing a white gown, which looked a bit like a Taoist robe, but upon closer inspection, it was not a Taoist robe, it was clearly the attire of ancient people.

The old man's eyes were piercing, his hair was white, his eyebrows and beard were also white, his face was wrinkled, but his skin was very ruddy.

Although his body is a little stooped, he is hale and hearty, and he is not an ordinary person at first glance.

When the old man arrived beside Fu Kuan, he seemed to be out of breath from exhaustion. He simply put the kerosene lamp on the ground and sat down.

After panting for a long time, he slowly stood up.

"You are Fu Kuan? The captain of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, right?"

While talking, Pulsatilla looked carefully at Fu Kuan's face with a kerosene lamp, as if looking at an unearthed cultural relic.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, I still looked half-believing.

Fu Kuan was extremely surprised. Looking at the distance, the zombies seemed to be afraid of the kerosene lamp's light, and they seemed to have surrounded the three of them in a circle, but they didn't dare to move forward, they just stood far away.

"That's right, I am Fu Kuan. I don't know who the senior is and why he came to save us."

Fu Kuan was puzzled. The Supernatural Investigation Bureau had never heard of such a person. After thinking about it for a long time, he racked his brains and couldn't figure out who this person was.

The old man coughed violently a few times with a look of relief on his face.

"This damn nameless person set up ghosts to frame you, and the people in the Ministry of Guild still know about it. As for me, the Ministry of Guild sent you here to help you."

"At the beginning, you contributed to the Gui Department, so you decided to come and help you out."

Pulsatilla's words made Fu Kuan tearfully grateful, but he didn't expect Guibu to be such a good friend.

"I don't know your senior's surname. After Fu Kuan goes out, I can make friends with you. I wonder if I can tell you."

Fu Kuan stared at the pulsatilla and asked, but the old man just shook his head repeatedly.

"Hey! I'm just an idiot. There's no need to know my name. Stop talking nonsense. This place is suppressed by the breath of ghosts and creatures. Your Taoism can't be used, and mine is useless. You can only rely on this lamp to get out. .”

Could this be the soul chasing lamp?

Fu Kuan seemed to recognize it, it was recorded in the rebirth system.

No matter how powerful the ghost creature is, this chasing lamp can handle it.

As for how to make this soul-chasing lamp, it would be absolutely impossible for a master of Taoism to do it.

The wick uses the eyebrows of the white-haired zombie, and the long eyebrows are kneaded into the wick.

The lamp oil of the chasing soul lamp is also corpse oil, but it is very complicated.

This kind of corpse oil must be taken from a zombie more than a hundred years old. Not only that, the zombie must be a virgin before dying.

If the boy's body is lost, the soul-chasing lamp will have no effect. Although it is corpse oil, it also carries a little yang energy of the boy's body.

If the chasing lamp is done well, it can not help but resist the breath of ghosts and monsters, and it can also deter zombies and ghosts, but there is only one shortcoming.

Although the function is powerful, it is a pity that the scope is relatively narrow.

The place where the lights shine can guarantee people's safety. If you stay away from the lights, ghosts and creatures will also suppress them.

"I will lead the way, and each of you is holding my shoulder. Don't lose track of me, remember!"

Pulsatilla led the way, and Fu Kuan and Wan Lin hurriedly followed suit.

Fu Kuan grabbed the old man's shoulder, Wan Lin grabbed the other one, and the old man walked forward with the soul-chasing lamp. The three of them walked slowly into the crowd of zombies.

Speaking of which, the soul-chasing lamp really worked. Seeing the light, the fierce zombies all quieted down. They seemed to be allergic to the light, and they all turned their bodies sideways to avoid the light.

After moving for a long time, Fu Kuan realized that he had come to a square room in the distance.

If you look carefully, you will find that you are near the entrance of the ghost building.

In the middle of the long and narrow corridor is a huge bar counter. Opposite the arc-shaped bar counter is the double gate of the Ghost Building. If you go outside the gate, it is probably the exit.

The old man suddenly quickened his pace, and the surrounding zombies retreated again and again, but just as he was about to grab the doorknob and pull it away, there were bursts of miserable laughter immediately behind him.

"Hehe, you guys are really delusional. If you come here, you will be safe. Why don't you stay with me and leave in a hurry."

The voice was very familiar, Fu Kuan looked back, and it was Crow who spoke.

But instead of one crow, there are now two crows in suits!

The same clothes, the same appearance, they are like twins, exactly the same.

The two crows directly sealed the gate, obstructing the retreat of the three people.

"You are really despicable, tell Anonymous, don't go too far, abuse spells to harm people, this is already a violation of the rules of the Ministry of Guild, don't you want to fight against the entire Ministry of Guilds!"

Pulsatilla's words carried a lot of weight. Just after he finished speaking, the arrogant Crow suddenly stopped smiling.

He began to become serious, and immediately after that, bursts of red light appeared in those eyes.

"That's right! The Guild Department is in charge of all the ghost masters in the world. It's true, but unfortunately, I can't help myself. If you escape, I will die. There is nothing to say, go die!"

The crow roared, and immediately rushed towards Fu Kuan.

In the blink of an eye, a huge change has taken place. With the rattling sound, the straight suit on the crow has been torn apart.

Fu Kuan looked carefully, and it was clearly a dead ghost covered in black hair.

Could it be a water ghost?