Immersive ghost hunting

"Why am I not qualified?" Ye Silong stretched out his hand, raised a burst of light, and scattered the water jets that were playing with children around.

For a moment, the interlaced shades of blue dazzled people's eyes.

"If I say you don't have it, you don't have it." Pan Zhuohua's eyes burst into a stern look, but his actions against Ye Shuang were still very light, while against Qu Yibai he was ruthless.

Qu Yibai interjected, "It's because you don't want to face it, not because others are not qualified, on the contrary, you are not qualified to define others."

"You're courting death!" The water jet in Pan Zhuohua's palm gushed into the sky.

The owner of the store was trembling aside, and saw that the phantom had set off a strong current of water when it came and went, and thought, it's over, my home!

Phoenix flowers fluttered all over the room, stabbing at Pan Zhuohua like a sharp knife.

Pan Zhuohua saw the ring on Qu Yibai's hand.

His face became more and more gloomy, "So it's here."

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Qu Yibai directly.

Qu Yibai held the sword decisively and planned to strike at Pan Zhuohua.

Everything seemed to happen in an instant. Ye Silong didn't know how to react when he saw Qu Yibai raised his sword high, but there always seemed to be a little girl's voice in his heart, calling out to his brother again and again.

"Qu Yibai!" Ye Silong said at the same time that the tip of the phoenix sword in Qu Yibai's hand was only a few millimeters away from Pan Zhuohua.

But to everyone's surprise, the sword was bounced off by a puff of gas.

"I said you are looking for death!" Pan Zhuohua stretched out his five fingers and pressed down on Qu Yibai's Tianling Gai.

"Stop!" Ye Shuang threw out a rope and quickly tied Pan Zhuohua's wrist, Pan Zhuohua's wrist was pulled away, he was burned by the rope, and seeing that Ye Slong had no intention of stopping.

"What's coming at me, I'm your enemy, aren't I?" Ye Silong's eyes turned red.

After finishing speaking, he directly pulled Pan Zhuohua out of Qu Yibai's face.

Pan Zhuohua gave Ye Silong a resentful look, "You will never stand by my side. I hate your hypocrisy the most. No one needs your pity."

Ye Silong's face was full of question marks, he wanted to say he didn't, but Pan Zhuohua turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

"Does he have bipolar disorder?" The shopkeeper was all wet, he suffered from the water jet in the little fight just now, Ye Silong and Qu Yibai were fine, but he, an innocent old boy, was in trouble.

Ye Silong's whole body seemed to be floating in the mist now, he chatted with the shopkeeper abruptly: "What is bipolar disorder?"

The owner of the store was obviously panicked. He stretched out his flashlight finger that was shaking worse than Parkinson's syndrome, and pointed to the door, "You, you, you, you, you, you, you, come to my bookstore tomorrow."

"Oh, why can't you say it now?" Ye Silong has difficulty concentrating now, some unknown things are tangled and surging in his mind, and he actually doesn't know what he is talking about now.

"Ye Silong." Qu Yibai stepped forward, was silent for a few seconds, and hugged Ye Silong into his arms.

"Huh?" Ye Silong looked bewildered.

Tony couldn't stand it anymore, he jumped out and yelled loudly, "I understand that! People with some kind of emotional disorder seem to have a different way of thinking about one thing than people without emotional disorders."

Tammy said: "It's all off topic!!! Didn't you want to say why Mr. Qu's sword can't hurt Pan Zhuohua?"

Yes! ! !

One word awakens a room full of ghosts in dreams.

Ye Silong's soul "ding" came back immediately, "He has something to protect him."

"What is so powerful that it can block Mr. Qu's sword?" Jack said.

Ye Silong stood for a while, looking up at the ceiling, until his eyes hurt, he lowered his head and said: "There are two kinds. First, the soul of the person holding the sword, and second, the soul of the person who is more powerful than the person holding the sword .”

There was an instant silence in the room.

Qu Yibai looked out the window, it was pitch black, there was no moon tonight, he asked in a cold tone, "What do you mean?"

Ye Silong gave him a relaxed smile, "I guess I killed someone with a particularly good fate, so I took his soul body protection."

"This..." Tony bit his lower lip, and just as he was about to speak out, Tammy bumped his shoulder, "Stop talking."

Ye Silong picked up Qu Yibai's hand, "Is this ring important to Pan Zhuohua?"

Qu Yibai's thin lips parted slightly, "It should be something important."

Ye Silong put down his hand, obviously he was not in the right mood.

He has a bold guess.

In fact, it is not conjecture, bold is more bold.

Could the soul protecting Pan Zhuohua be Qu Yibai's...

It's not that he doesn't want to think about other aspects. For example, Pan Zhuohua really killed a person with an invincible fate.

But everything is really too coincidental.

In the previous life, Qu Yibai was killed. In this life, with the arrival of Qu Yibai, the envoy of Yincao who followed behind him, as well as several people who came to the hometown of overseas Chinese, the ghost baby and the yellow hair were all taken away by Pan Zhuohua.

The whereabouts of the remaining painter are unknown.

Could it be that Pan Zhuohua was the one who killed Qu Yibai back then?

But at that time, Pan Zhuohua had no entity...

Could it be...possession? !

"What are you thinking about?" Qu Yibai shook his big hand in front of Ye Silong's eyes.

Ye Silong looked at him sideways, and there was still a faint smile on Qu Yibai's face.

Instantly sad.

"Are you okay?" Ye Silong asked back.

Qu Yibai shrugged, "I'm fine, but you just hurt him?"

Ye Silong nodded, "He is a little weak, and the ghost is a little bit wrong. He has already got my blood, why is he still like this?"

Qu Yibai touched his face, "Find the painter first."

Jack stepped forward, "It's time to come out. Pan Zhuohua added to the truth, they won't hide and hide all the time, if they want to find friends, then now is the best time."

"Now go to the painter's house." Qu Yibai said.

The shopkeeper really wanted to cry, "What should I do with this sanitation?"

"I'll find you a part-time job tomorrow."

"But tonight, I don't have a place to sleep at all!" The owner poked at the quilt that squeezed out water.

The place where he lives is just a bungalow, the living room and the room are put together.

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have saved it. I gritted my teeth and bought a one-bedroom and one living room!

"Go to sleep at the painter's house?" Ye Silong squinted at him.

"Painter?" The shopkeeper looked at Ye Silong's face and felt that something was wrong.

"Well, his family is big, you can sleep however you like." Ye Silong said.

In fact, he was just joking, even though he has rashly broken into other people's homes, even though he has rashly browsed through other people's things, but rashly taking people to bed, he still wouldn't do such a thing.

But the owner of the shop really packed up the little schoolbag, "Let's go!"

Qu Yibai gave Ye Silong a funny look, "Okay, let's go together."

Tammy walked out after them, and said suddenly, "Did we forget the trash can?"

Since he was injured last time, it seems that he hasn't come out for a walk.

Qu Yibai looked at the shopkeeper, "Is there any evil spirit around Pan Zhuohua?"

"Like a trash can?" Ye Silong said.

"Trash can?" the owner asked suspiciously.

Ye Silong felt like an idiot, the trash can was their nickname for others, how could the shopkeeper know.

He was really stupid tonight.

The shop owner rubbed his eyes and yawned, "I don't know why you are talking about it. I have worshiped Pan Zhuohua for so long anyway."

"In all these years, besides He Nian, has there been no one else around him?"

"I don't know about this. He comes alone every time. I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Can Dijie divorce?" Ye Silong asked.

"No." The shopkeeper immediately replied, "Unless the person who helped to match the marriage is still there, the engagement can be terminated, but my old man has already gone to the west, so it cannot be dissolved."

"I have a question, how long can a stillborn child like He Nian live in the realm without a date of birth?" Qu Yibai looked at JTT.

Ye Silong suddenly remembered, it seemed to make sense.

"In this case, the only way out is the envoy of Yincao, otherwise he will die." Ye Silong looked at JTT after finishing speaking.

Jack was pushed out by Tammy and Tony, "That's right. Usually this kind of person only has a death period but not a life period, and it is generally more difficult to live in the world, because they are considered abandoned by the second world."

Tammy nodded, "Actually, we all came here like this. We have never seen our parents, nor the real world."

Tony agreed, "Yes, we died in the dark, and when we reached the boundary, we were not allowed to go back to find our family members, fearing that we would retaliate, and usually erased our memories."

Qu Yibai said: "Then what year does the marriage need to be approved by the family?"

Ye Silong shook his head, "No need, as long as the matchmaker finds a match in the boundary."

After speaking, he added: "It's because the time of death is a good match."

"If you say that, it's not normal for you to live well for more than 70 years." Qu Yibai said, "If you don't become the messenger of the underworld, how long can you live at most?"

Tony thought for a while, "It depends on how many people there are in the reincarnation circuit, but it usually doesn't take that long."

"Pan Zhuohua must have used some means to save his life." Ye Silong nodded.

Jack said: "It should be, otherwise Mingjun wouldn't have been ordering us to hunt down and kill him."

"But it's obvious that He Nian doesn't want to join forces with him anymore." Ye Silong was shivered by the cold wind, "I don't know much about the composition of the Yincao Messenger, assuming that one undead wants to keep the other The soul of the undead without roots, to..."

Having said that, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his brain had automatically given the answer.

Qu Yibai took off his coat and covered him, "What do you want?"

Ye Silong raised his head abruptly, clutching Qu Yibai's coat tightly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, his tone was unspeakably harsh, he gritted his teeth word by word: "Do you want someone else's, soul, root?"