Urban Witcher

"You wait here, don't come in yet." After speaking, Ye Shaoyang stepped in, heard footsteps, turned his head and saw that it was the Taoist priest without a moon, holding a whisk, nervous.

Ye Shaoyang didn't bother to care about him, and looked up, because the windows were all sealed, the room was pitch black, and he could hardly see anything.

Ye Shaoyang went back outside, smashed all the windows on the left and right with a hammer, and then went back to the house. This time the light was much better. Looking up, in front of him was a very ordinary farm living room with a dining table. The four tables were all covered with a thick layer of dust. The floor was muddy and dusty, but there were some messy footprints on it, one extending to the room on the left.

Ye Shaoyang followed the footprints and walked into the room. This is a bedroom, and there is only a bed and a cabinet in the room.

Ye Shaoyang's eyes fell on the cabinet, and he reached out to brush off the dust. After looking carefully, the cabinet was also made of gloomy wood, so he stretched out his hand and opened the cabinet door, looked inside, and was stunned:

There are three rows of cabinets, full of well-made Gumantong, standing like little people inside. Ye Shaoyang took out a few of them one after another, and felt that they were all empty guys with no little ghosts stationed there, so he called Zhuang Yuning to come in, and everyone followed in except the village party secretary.

Seeing these Gumantongs, everyone was stunned on the spot.

Ye Shaoyang lit a long-burning candle, put it next to the cabinet, and said to Zhuang Yuning: "Look carefully, is there anyone with the same length as your Gumantong?"

Kneeling and begging Baidu to squint the eyes

Zhuang Yuning looked at them one by one, pointed to one at the end, and said, "This looks a bit similar, but it's not exactly the same, um, no."

Ye Shaoyang carried the Gumantong out, looked at the facial features, and saw that it looked like a naive boy.

"These villains are pretty cute," Xie Yuqing said in bewilderment, "I don't feel scary at all, such little ghosts can harm people."

"This is a living Gumantong," Ye Shaoyang rubbed Gumantong's head, sniffed it, and said, "This is made of rosewood, which is very valuable, but its psychic ability is poor. Even if it is nourished by blood, the speed of the kid's cultivation Can't keep up."

Xie Yuqing was very curious when she saw the real Gumantong for the first time. She looked into the cabinet one by one and exclaimed, "They are all very cute, but why are they all different?"

Ye Shaoyang shrugged and said, "I don't know much about this thing, and neither do I."

Zhuang Yuning said: "I heard from Yingying that little ghosts are like people, they have different personalities and hobbies, and they like different offerings. Each one is different, and I don't know why."

"This is possible. Before moving in, the little ghosts raised alive will chant scriptures to wash away their hostility and resentment, turning them into a chaotic state. The process of feeding is tantamount to gradual plasticity, so there will be differences in appearance and habits."

Ye Shaoyang stood up, walked around the bedroom with the candle in his hand, then returned to the living room, saw that Wuyue Daoist was still looking at his compass, and asked amusedly, "What did you see?"

"In this room, there is ghost energy and corpse energy." Taoist Wuyue stared at the compass and said.

Ye Shaoyang smiled, "Where is the ghost aura, where is the corpse aura"

"The house is too small, it's not easy to find the source, I have to take a closer look."

Ye Shaoyang ignored him and came to another bedroom. On the bedside table, he found a shrine with a statue of a god in it. It was so dusty that he couldn't even see its appearance clearly.

Ye Shaoyang reached out to wipe off the dust on the statue, and the image of a Taoist priest emerged.

Ye Shaoyang took out three sticks of incense from his backpack, lit them and bowed three times.

"What kind of fairy is this?" Xie Yuqing came over and asked curiously.

"Master Xuanqing Mountain Patriarch, Mr. Damao." Ye Shaoyang inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner in front of the shrine, checked around, and said, "Look at the shrine and the incense burner are dirty and old, probably from many years ago It is very possible that Chen Ersan is a disciple of the Beizong of Xuanqing Mountain, and Hu Wei learned Taoism from him."

Ye Shaoyang went through all the rooms, and found Taoist items such as futons, thread bags, gossip mirrors, etc., which further confirmed his speculation.

In a small room next to the bedroom, Ye Shaoyang found some red sandalwood and boxwood, and guessed that they were used to make Gumantong. Everything else is the same as that of ordinary rural homes, without any abnormalities. Ye Shaoyang walked out of the house and came to the yard. Xie Yuqing immediately chased him out and asked, "What about those ancient mantongs?"

"Whatever you want, you can take it back as evidence in the future, but you have to finish the work before sending someone over." Ye Shaoyang reached out and touched the outer wall thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Xie Yuqing asked.

Ye Shaoyang didn't answer, turned around and found the village party secretary who had been standing outside the door and dared not go in, and asked, "Hu Wei's family is not particularly poor, right?"

The village party secretary was taken aback, not knowing why he suddenly asked this, but he replied: "Of course not poor. Old man Chen is not only a godly man, but also a doctor in the village. He prescribes medicines and cures diseases. What a poor ghost, those younger generations will not think that there are good things hidden in his house."

Ye Shaoyang nodded, walked towards the main room, and said: "That's it, look at this house, it can be built for at most ten years, and his family is not poor, let's not talk about the floor tiles, to build a new house, at least the concrete floor must have a solid surface. Well, why is it still dirt?"

Xie Yuqing and the others noticed what he said when they heard it. Xie Yuqing frowned and said, "Yes, why is that?"

Ye Shaoyang stepped on the ground with his feet and said: "This means that there must be something underground. If it is mud, it is easy to dig, but cement is not." After finishing speaking, he raised his head and said to Taoist Wuyue: "Don't mess with your compass. That’s right, both ghost and corpse aura come from underground.”

Everyone was taken aback, Daoist Wuyue was also stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "This is impossible. If it is buried in the ground, my compass will definitely come out. It is impossible that there will be no response."

"It's buried too deep, and the two breaths seep out from the ground in a large area. Why are you exploring?"

Daoist Wuyue was stunned, and said in a weak voice: "It is possible, but so what, you can't find the exact location."

"You can do it"

"No, if it's buried deep, all spells can't be used in such a small space. You can only use a stupid method, dig it down with a shovel, and you can always find it."

Ye Shaoyang rolled his eyes, "Dig the whole room to a depth of three meters, it will take until the year of the monkey, come on!"

Daoist Wuyue snorted, "Find a few more people and dig slowly, there is no better way anyway.