Immersive ghost hunting

Ye Silong walked beside Qu Yibai, "Maybe we can start with the owner of Unit 27."

"Well, yes." Qu Yibai nodded, his eyes patrolled the corridor, the dust was significantly reduced near the corridor, he walked over, and his mind focused on the ghost standing here looking at everything.

Looking forward inch by inch, the farthest point is a triangular hilltop, and the nearest point is a deserted shop downstairs.

Who is standing here?What are you looking at?

"Hey, what are you looking at here?" Ye Silong shouted behind him.

From the corner of Qu Yibai's eyes, he caught sight of the broken shadows left by Ye Silong when he came out from the shadows, and for some reason he suddenly felt desolate, and he felt that he couldn't grasp this person.

He pursed his lips and pointed to a place next to him, "Here, clean up."

Ye Silong quickly followed his train of thought, he and Qu Yibai stood side by side, "Trash cans can't be such a leisurely place to watch the sunrise and sunset every day, right?"

"It's not necessarily him. Besides Tony and the trash can, I don't know if there will be a third person present."

"Painter?"

"It's hard to say." Qu Yibai frowned, "Actually, I'm curious. Wouldn't it be more in line with his style to kill a mere Tony with the ability of a trash can and leave the body behind? It's not like him to keep one hand. Why didn't you kill Tony?"

Ye Silong moved a little closer to him, looking at the front with distracted eyes, "Indeed, after all, he can kill even a child like Lily."

Qu Yibai looked at the dilapidated shop downstairs facing the street, the owner of Unit 27, the shop, these seemingly inconspicuous things, could it be that the trash can choose this place?

"Go, go down and have a look."

Under the faint light, the residential building looks like a historical site that is behind the trend of the times, without a trace of life.

"Why would he choose such a place?" Qu Yibai knelt down and touched the dust on the ground.

"It's really strange," Ye Silong said, "There's nothing special about this building..."

Qu Yibai looked around and saw the roads on both sides of the building, with the street on the left and a hill on the right.

"Go and see first."

In fact, Ye Silong estimated that there would be no discovery, after all, this space is still safe and sound, so there must be nothing left in the trash can.

The door of the shop is that kind of very old striped wooden sticks, Qu Yibai picked up the two or three sticks in the middle, leaving a gap that could barely fit an adult.

He took the lead with his long legs, and saw that the shop was dark, and the corners of the beams were covered with dense spider webs.

This is a rain gear store.

"An umbrella again?" Qu Yibai frowned.

The store is very small, with a long half-person-high cabinet, which should be the place where the boss used to receive cash. Behind the cabinet, there is a large shelf, and a neat row of nylon and plastic umbrellas and umbrella cloth are placed on the top floor. With the growth of years, it has become tattered, but the umbrella ribs are relatively intact.

The space on the lower floor is slightly larger and shorter. If you want to hold an umbrella, you must bend over.

There were a few long-handled oil-paper umbrellas, which were also dilapidated.

What a strong blend of modern and ancient styles!

"Umbrella shop?" Ye Silong fumbled here and there, combining reality and reality, "Imagine, standing in the corridor to look at this shop, and knowing the owner of the shop? Or is there something to look for inside?"

"If you want to find it, it's useless to stand here and just look."

"But the owner of the shop cannot exist."

Qu Yibai's eyeballs moved, "Could it be that he has never been in ghosts and doesn't know anything about these things, so he waits like this?"

"Tony and the painter were taken away by the trash can, Tony is impossible...then you mean the painter?" Ye Silong asked.

"The umbrella shop in the land." Qu Yibai didn't answer directly, he stood in front of the big shelf, bent down and dialed the long-handled umbrella, "This place has been overturned."

Ye Silong also stepped forward, "Huh?"

Qu Yibai straightened his waist and pointed to the umbrellas on the shelf, "This shopkeeper must have obsessive-compulsive disorder. You see, although the cloth on the umbrellas has been gnawed to pieces, you can still see that their umbrella handles are full of They are in the same direction." He pointed to the long-handled umbrella again, "These three umbrellas are also in the wrong direction, but the fourth and fifth umbrellas are in the right direction. They are ranked behind the first, second and third umbrellas. If you want to see the two covered ones, you can only open the front three."

Ye Silong touched the handle of the umbrella thoughtfully, "It seems that someone has come to look for the umbrella?"

Qu Yibai took one of the umbrellas and touched the ribs inside, "This oil-paper umbrella is handmade, the price is high, and the quality is good."

"Only need 9.9?" Ye Silong said poorly.

Qu Yibai tapped his head lightly, "Umbrella, in your line of work, does it have any effect? ​​Can it be used as a personal weapon to enhance one's mana?"

"The weapon is a hammer, use an umbrella as a weapon, unless he is the reincarnation of Bruce Lee." Ye Silong said.

"Who is Bruce Lee?"

Ye Silong: "..."

"who is it?"

"Are you Chinese?" Ye Silong stared at him blankly. How could anyone not know who Bruce Lee was?Which village is this handsome guy from? !

"What do you mean?" Qu Yibai's spirit of learning is very worthy of recognition!

"A man with great martial arts."

"Oh." Qu Yibai remembered it.

"Back to the topic, Umbrella, have you read horror novels?"

"No." Qu Yibai replied honestly.

Ye Silong rolled his eyes in a place he couldn't see, "Umbrellas, you know you can't open them indoors, right? Because umbrellas are very cloudy, and they are used to keep out the sun and rain. Generally, ghosts will be attached to them. If you open them when you get home, It's like bringing a ghost home."

"Back to the question just now, do you still remember the artist holding the umbrella in the middle of the night?"

Ye Silong followed Qu Yibai's train of thought, "If your assumption is correct, the artist will have the answer when he opened the umbrella in the middle of the night, which means that the artist has long known about the existence of ghosts, and the artist has confidence in the existence of ghosts before he is caught. In the future, ghosts will come to this umbrella shop to save him?"

"Yes." Qu Yibai nodded lightly, "Although he has never been to a ghost, he already knew the existence of this ghost in the human world. What he was waiting for was not the owner of the umbrella shop, but the ghost of the flower umbrella, which should be the painter. That's right."

"Well, if it's true, the artist's identity is very suspicious, and the ghost on the umbrella has something." Ye Silong clapped his palms perfunctorily, "According to the current situation, there should be a third party present, but not know friend or foe."

"Well, this third party is very likely to be the variable that saved Tony's half-life." Qu Yibai suddenly looked up, "We seem to have overlooked one point, if our reasoning is correct, there is a third party in Guishen who saved Tony, then Where are Tony and the others returning to the human world?!"

Qu Yibai and Ye Silong looked at each other, "Hospital!"

Dustbin would definitely watch over them at the hospital and kill Tony with a single blow.

Ye Silong quickly picked up an umbrella, "I'll open your eyes!"

With a flick of his hand on the tattered umbrella cloth, the folds of the umbrella cloth started to move. He was holding an umbrella, "Come in!"

Qu Yibai walked over and bent over to share an umbrella with him.

It's really not very lethal, but extremely insulting!

Ye Silong rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. If the timing wasn't right, he would definitely have to piss off Qu Yibai.

He firmly grasped the handle of the umbrella and turned it, "Close—"

After the two returned to the residential building in the human world with an oiled paper umbrella, they hurried to the hospital.

"Jack, where are you?" Ye Silong issued a messenger.

Jack quickly replied, "In Huangmao's ward, someone made rounds."

"Okay, you all don't run around."

The talisman paper burned into ashes, and the numbers on the elevator display increased one by one.

"Ding—" The doors on both sides of the elevator opened.

Ye Silong and Qu Yibai walked out of the elevator door quickly, and when they opened the double doors of the inpatient department, a doctor in a white coat with a mask on his face passed by them.

At that 0.01 second, Ye Silong met his eyes.

He has something on him!

The doctor's eyes changed slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides soared into the air and rushed towards each other.

A strong wind blew across the entire floor.

Qu Yibai and Ye Silong attacked from both sides.

But Ye Silong looked at the door that was slammed by the wind, and didn't dare to use all his strength. The doctor ran into the ward while confronting them.

"What's going on—" The blind woman in the ward was shocked, but Jack and Tammy knew what happened at a glance.

"Leave it to me." Although Ye Silong was not resurrected with full blood, he was at least half resurrected. He is no longer a sheep at the mercy of others.

Silver needles flew out of Ye Silong's bracelet, enough to take the life of a fierce spirit.

The doctor quickly spun around and avoided, "Why, the defeated general wants to beat me personally?"

Ye Silong raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly: "It's really you, trash."

Then he didn't want to have too many verbal arguments with him. If talking about it is useful, why should Bruce Lee come? !

A sword appeared in his palm, and he moved forward at a lightning speed. He fought dozens of moves with the trash can ghost, and only their afterimages and smears of blue and green interlaced light remained in the air.

Qu Yibo stood aside and watched them.

Ye Silong is a person with strong self-esteem, he can protect him, and he can also let go of his hands to make Ye Silong happy and enmity, and he only needs to be his backing.

Ye Silong fought hard with the trash can, and after a while, the trash can was obviously at a disadvantage.

He was already wounded, and because of the unhappiness in Ye Silong's heart, Ye Silong's hand movements were more than twice as fierce as usual. The trash can couldn't withstand Ye Silong's fierce attack, and he stepped back step by step. Ye Silong gave him a chest punch Feet, "Bang——"

He flashed out of the doctor's body, and soon the Jedi rebounded, and then took out the knife again.

Immediately afterwards, an afterimage flashed over, and Qu Yibai's vigorous figure appeared in front of the trash can. He was agile and broke the arm of the trash can in two or two strokes, and held the knife in his hand.

The trash can jumped out of the doctor's body, and it was decided not to use physical means to solve it.

One of his translucent arms hangs listlessly by his side.

He showed a ferocious smile, and the black vines on his back frantically surged out.

Tony was lying on the bed, not knowing what to do.

The trash can flew to the side of the hospital bed at the speed of light, and the blind woman blocked the trash can's hands, "You don't fucking kill him!"

"Go down!" Qu Yibai and Ye Shuang said in unison.

"I didn't say I wanted to kill him." A vine behind the trash can instantly wrapped around the blind woman's neck, lifting her into the void.

The whole situation is immediately reversed!

From the second when he entangled the blind girl, a steady stream of energy was sent to the trash can. Ye Silong and Qu Yibai made moves at the same time. After bucketing three vines, the trash can fled away.

The soul of the blind girl was pulled out of Huangmao's body, and Huangmao fell to the ground.

There was a strong wind, and the soul of the blind girl burst open with a "bang--" and disappeared without a trace with a blind eye.

Huang Mao returned to his previous state, his pupils were gray and white, and his face was drooling sideways. He was lying on the ground, his hands and feet twisted into a deformed angle.

"elder sister……"