Immersive ghost hunting

"Squeaky-"

Ye Silong and the others squatted in the corner, the street lights were dim, and it was hazy, only knowing that a [-] was slowly approaching.

"Can you see clearly?" Ye Silong elbowed Qu Yibai.

Qu Yibai grabbed his arm, narrowed his eyes, "I can't see clearly."

"Trash." Ye Silong yelled at him again.

"Try saying one more thing?" Qu Yibai grabbed Ye Silong and took a few steps forward, seeing the phantom clearly, "Shhh, it's the owner."

I saw that the shopkeeper was wearing a thin velvet coat. After taking it off, he picked up the schoolbag on the back as usual, took out a woolen coat and put it on, and then stuffed the thin velvet coat into it. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses appeared somewhere, and after putting one on the bridge of the nose, it seemed like a different person.

"What a big change." Tammy stood aside and clapped his hands.

"It's still short of fat," Tony said.

As soon as the words fell, the shopkeeper took out a jar from the pocket of the woolen coat, put his hand in it, and then wiped it on his head, and all the hair was brushed back.

"The fun begins."

A group of ghosts watched the shopkeeper steal underwear from the street to the end of the street, and they were dumbfounded.

When the shopkeeper was almost done stealing, Ye Silong came out from behind him, and approached behind him with almost no footsteps, "Hey!"

The owner of the store was already doing something shameful, and this meeting made a high-decibel chicken cry, and half of the glasses on his face were tilted off.

"Do you want everyone to come out and arrest you?" Ye Silong quickly stepped forward and buckled the shopkeeper to a hidden corner.

"You guys, why are you here?" The shopkeeper looked at Ye Silong and Qu Yibai with his small schoolbag in his arms, like an elementary school chicken who was blackmailed for five yuan.

Ye Silong smiled sinisterly, put one hand on the shoulder of the shopkeeper, "Is there anything else you are hiding from us, huh?"

Qu Yibai took his hand off, looked at the owner like a virus, and said to Ye Silong: "Don't touch him."

JTT: "..."

The shopkeeper looked at the sky and the ground, but he hesitated and didn't speak.

Ye Silong patted his bag, and gradually increased the volume of his speech: "Both stolen goods, believe it or not—"

"Letter!" The shopkeeper raised a hand and said indignantly, "Didn't my old man make a mistake with Pan Zhuohua? In order to repay the mistakes we made, all generations of our family have to worship Pan Zhuohua, I have to burn incense for him every once in a while, but recently he comes too frequently, I can't stand it."

"Frequently? Is he very weak now?" Ye Silong stared at him, "Why didn't you tell us at first?"

"Ham, one more thing is worse than one less thing." The shopkeeper said angrily, "Anyway, I'm used to it."

"If you get used to it, why are you stealing underwear?" Qu Yibai said.

The shopkeeper's face changed, "Isn't this just recently? It's almost every two days."

"What is the specific situation, tell me."

"I can't see his entity, but I know every time he comes, because there is a shadow knocking on the door. Once this happens, I will go to the Lingtai to burn a few sticks of incense for him. Usually after burning him It will stop." The shopkeeper looked around, "But recently he is really popular, like taking drugs, it's terrible, I was flustered by him."

Ye Silong and Qu Yibai looked at each other, "Do you know where he is?"

"I don't know." The shopkeeper shook his head, it didn't look like he was lying.

"There is nothing to say, now you still have a chance to confess."

"Absolutely not."

"Okay, now take us to your house." Ye Silong patted his pony like a big boss.

The owner of the shop looked constipated, and reluctantly said: "Oh."

"Follow up." Ye Silong said to JTT.

"Who are you talking to?" the shopkeeper asked.

"No, you go." Ye Silong urged.

Although the owner's house is not big, it is well-arranged and very warm.

Ye Silong walked to the altar unceremoniously, picked up the small incense socket and looked at it.

"When was the last time you were incensed?"

"The day before yesterday."

Ye Silong nodded.

Qu Yibai said: "Then don't come tonight, maybe tonight."

The shopkeeper looked at the two of them: "Oh Mo? Are you going to attack head-on?"

Qu Yibai was probably infected by Ye Silong, he looked at the shop owner: "Otherwise there is another side?"

"Yes." The shopkeeper expressed his surrender.

"But we are so human, bah, there are a lot of ghosts, didn't Pan Zhuohua find us when he came to the door?" Tammy rubbed her hands and said.

"It's okay, with Pan Zhuohua's character, he won't admit it easily." Tony also rubbed his hands together.

"Speaking of which, you seem to know him very well." Ye Silong poured himself a cup of tea unceremoniously, as if he was in his own home, "Walk if you want to leave, and use the hidden talisman if you don't want to leave."

JTT took out three stickers from his pocket one after another.

The owner wondered, "Who are you talking to?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I brought three yin Cao messengers with me." Ye Silong's tone was normal, as if he was saying that I ate a bowl of rice today.

Shopkeeper: "..."

Ye Silong handed the half-drunk tea to Qu Yibai, "Drink?"

"Drink." Qu Yibai obediently continued.

Then the house fell silent...

Everyone looks at me and I look at you, just like waiting for a pie to fall from the sky.

Just when Ye Silong was about to fall asleep, Pie arrived.

"Knock-knock--" There was a weird knock on the door.

Ye Silong put his index finger to his lips, motioning everyone to keep quiet.

Immediately afterwards, there were three regular knocks on the door, no more, no less, and the rhythm was just right.

If he hadn't been a nuisance, this must have been a well-bred guest.

The owner of the shop looked a bit apprehensive, he hadn't tried to resist the orders left by his ancestors, not to mention, in recent generations, people don't practice feng shui fortune-telling, so to speak, he is also an ordinary person who is afraid of ghosts Woolen cloth.

"I—" the shopkeeper just said, but Qu Yibai covered his mouth.

Pan Zhuohua outside the door seemed to realize something, and the knock on the door stopped suddenly after two knocks.

The whole atmosphere instantly became chilling.

Just when Ye Silong was about to get up, the door was suddenly blasted open.

A tall figure dressed in white satin stood by the door, he couldn't see his face clearly, he could only see the general outline of his figure, he was very thin and had a good temperament, just looking at it like this, he didn't think it would be a matter of killing ghosts at all. The big evil spirit who blinked.

After seeing Pan Zhuohua, Ye Silong suddenly became nervous for some reason, and for a moment he forgot what he was going to do, such as making a sword or a stick first.

He just stared blankly at the figure by the door.

And that figure was also motionless.

There is a touch of sadness in the chilling air, which is the reunion of the old man after a long absence.

Qu Yibai shook Ye Silong's hand.

Ye Silong's heart suddenly settled down.

And at this moment, Pan Zhuohua suddenly appeared in front of him.

Now Ye Silong could clearly see Pan Zhuohua's appearance, he didn't even want to look away.

It was like falling into an ice cellar.

It turns out that Pan Zhuohua looks like this, with slender phoenix eyes, a tall nose and slightly raised lips at the corners of his mouth, and fair skin. At first glance, he looks like a delicate and handsome man.

What's worse is that Ye Silong feels that he is familiar, which is an irreplaceable sense of familiarity, even Zhou Suqiu can't match it.

"It's the first time you've seen me, right?" Pan Zhuohua also looked at Ye Shuang carefully.

Ye Silong didn't speak.

Pan Zhuohua looked at Qu Yibai again, with undisguised greed in his eyes, "Sure enough, no matter how long it has been, you are still together. Fate is such a wonderful thing."

Ye Silong was brought back to his senses by these words, he looked back at Pan Zhuohua and met Qu Yibai's worried expression, he patted Qu Yibai's arm, and then tugged at Pan Zhuohua: "Good, good, close your upper lip first, then Close your lower lip and you can shut up."

The corner of Pan Zhuohua's mouth raised, "You have changed a lot, you have become uneducated, and you are so eloquent and shameless."

A sulphur-fire sword struck in the air, leaving red afterimages in the air.

Pan Zhuohua dodged quickly, but the corner of his clothes was still burnt off.

Qu Yibai quickly withdrew his sword, and slashed at Pan Zhuohua again.

Pan Zhuohua is not a vegetarian either, although he is a little weaker now.

He quickly raised a jet of dark blue water from the palm of his hand, a thick jet of water with such force as to break through a bamboo, and went straight to Qu Yibai's forehead.

The brimstone fire and the water column went through hundreds of moves, and they were evenly matched.

Although it is reasonable to say that fire meets water, it is a bit of a disadvantage, but Qu Yibai performed exceptionally tonight, and whenever the water column approached, he was already burned into steam by the high-heat sulfur fire.

"Something." Pan Zhuohua did not rush, and continued to change the posture of his hands, with a kind of leisurely feeling of a grand master in the capital.

Ye Silong had been watching Pan Zhuohua from the sidelines, only to see that Pan Zhuohua suddenly turned around and attacked him on the shoulder.

But looking at the rising water waves is not deterrent, it seems exaggerated, but in fact it seems to be teasing children.

What is this man thinking?Ye Silong thought while avoiding the attack.

He decided to break through from the atrium.

"Why did you set up a grave for Pan Zhuotong?"

Pan Zhuohua's expression changed.

"Why do you have to share the pain with Pan Zhuotong?"

Pan Zhuohua made more movements in his hands.

"Why did you kill everyone in Pan's house, but left behind Pan Zhuotong and a nanny who took care of her?"

Pan Zhuohua couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

"You still like Pan Zhuotong, don't you?"

Ye Silong turned a deaf ear to it, and continued throwing out affirmative sentences that seemed to be interrogative sentences one after another.

"When did you fall in love with him? What happened to him?"

"Why doesn't he have one heart with you now?"

"Did it change in the middle, or did you never look at you from the very beginning?"

"Why did you help us in He Nian? What did you do to make the people next to your bed betray you?"

Ye Silong's speech was fast, and every sentence pierced Pan Zhuohua's heart like a needle. Pan Zhuohua's eyes turned red, "You don't deserve to know, and you don't have the right to mention his name."