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Chapter 31 Spirit 7 (Please recommend)

In the dark room, the cold wind is blowing. It doesn't look like a hot summer day. It's like a gloomy ghost nest.

As soon as Qi Yun came in, he felt a gloomy aura.

He held the steel knife tightly, stared at Ah Da's bed with cold eyes, and strode over.

Click!

Without hesitation, he slashed down with a single knife.

The whole bed was like rotten wood, it was broken by him on the spot, and sawdust flew.

It was pitch black under the bed, and nothing could be seen.

Qi Yun took out the fire folder, photographed it, and soon his eyes became fixed.

A strand of black hair lay there quietly, thick as a finger, filled with a faint fragrance.

He directly picked up the lock of hair with a steel knife, observed for a while, and sneered, "It's a mystery!"

Crash!

Putting the hair on the fire and lighting it up, there was a burning smell. The hair twisted violently as if consciously, and was quickly burned to fly ash.

He didn't leave, he blew out the fire and started to observe in Ah Da's room with a steel knife in his hand.

This stop is more than two hours.

The room was always pitch black, with the cold wind howling, nothing abnormal could be seen, and no crying could be heard.

Seeing that Qi Yun hadn't come out for a long time, everyone in the courtyard became worried.

Ah Da's expression changed, he walked towards the room, and shouted outside the door: "Second Master, Second Master, are you alright?"

After a while, Qi Yun walked out with a cold expression, clutching the steel knife.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who else has crying in their room?"

Qi Yun asked.

"Ours has."

"And we..."

"So are we…"

Soon someone raised their hand.

Qi Yun asked everyone to stay here, chose another room, and strode into it.

This is the room of three ordinary gang members, and it is quite bright.

After he came in this time, he directly closed the door from the inside, drew all the curtains, and the whole room was completely dark.

Qi Yun sat on the head of a gang member's bed and began to wait.

In the pitch-dark environment, gusts of cold wind continued to howl, from nowhere, and the temperature in the room was extremely cold.

However, Qi Yun's energy and blood are strong, and his body is like a furnace, so this coldness is nothing to him.

He squinted his eyes slightly, leaned on a steel knife, and kept an eye on the movement around him, like a tiger in a slumber, with 4 points of mental power highly concentrated, and he didn't feel a trace of drowsiness.

In the spacious room, the cold wind is constantly blowing, blowing the curtains like ghosts dancing.

Before you know it, time flies by.

There was a dim light in the sky, but there was still no sound of crying.

Qi Yun frowned, and waited for a while before the sky turned bright.

Thinking in his heart, he grabbed the steel knife and walked out of the room.

As soon as they came out, Protector Lin, A Da, Li Qing and others all had pale faces.

"What's wrong?"

Qi Yun asked.

"Second Master, are you... are you okay? Didn't you hear anything?

Protector Lin said with difficulty.

Qi Yun showed doubts, and said, "I sat all night and didn't hear any sound."

"Did you really not hear that?"

Protector Lin's face turned even paler.

"what is going on?"

Qi Yun asked.

"Last night, not long after you closed the door, we heard bursts of crying coming from inside. It wasn't some woman crying. It sounded hoarse and terrible. It sounded like a ghost crying. We were going to go in, but Brother Zhou was dying Stopped us and said that this is a critical moment and we cannot disturb you."

Lin Hufa said.

"What?"

Qi Yun widened his eyes.

He sat all night without hearing anything unusual, but everyone outside heard it.

"Second Master, are you really okay?"

Ah Da asked.

"I didn't hear anything."

Qi Yun turned around and looked at the room again.

Zhou Bucai sighed, walked over, and said, "Second Lord, it's because you have too much energy and blood, and the low-level weirdness is difficult to get close to, but if the curse is completely completed, I'm afraid you will be able to hear it."

The crowd in the yard panicked again.

Qi Yun turned around and noticed the panic of the crowd.

If this situation is not handled well, I am afraid that someone will run away.

"Whatever panic, please calm down, what curse, it's still fine until now, from now on, tell me what to do, no one is allowed to discuss, Ah Da and Li Qing let me watch them, anyone Anyone who dares to disturb people's hearts and run away privately will have their legs broken."

Qi Yun shouted loudly.

"Yes, Second Master."

Ah Da and Li Qing shouted.

"Oh no…"

Suddenly, there was a sound of screams, and a person came running over, with a horrified expression, and said, "Second Lord, Sun... Sun Gouzi had an accident, he...he died in the latrine, just like the Second Hall Master .”

"What?"

Qi Yun's expression changed, and he quickly led people over.

On the side of the stinking hut, there was a pile of bloody things. The blood was accompanied by the stench, which made everyone feel disgusting and almost vomited.

"When did this happen?"

Qi Yun retreated after taking a look, and asked with an ugly face.

"At dawn, he ran out to the latrine, but he never went back. It was only after I went to the latrine that I discovered this scene."

The man said in horror.

Qi Yun was upset, turned around and left here.

Before leaving, he called Zhou Bucai over.

The others were all left to dispose of the bodies.

"Is there any way I can hear that cry too? Not in seven days, but tonight, tonight I'm going to hear it."

Qi Yun asked in a low voice.

"This...I'm afraid there is no way."

Zhou Bucai smiled wryly and said: "Before this curse is completed, it mainly creates panic by affecting the spirits of others, and then makes those who are alone die one by one. If you want to hear this kind of voice, you must have a strong spiritual force." , but spiritual power, how can ordinary people improve it just by saying it improves? This is almost impossible."

"Mental strength."

Qi Yun's eyes flashed, and he said, "Is it really possible to hear that kind of voice when you improve your mental strength?"

He had increased his mental strength yesterday, but he didn't hear anything.

Is it because there is not enough added?

"It should be possible. Not all curses can involve the spirit, but the Hundred Ghosts Night Cry is indeed related to the spirit."

Zhou Bucai said.

Qi Yun's heart surged, he waved his hand, and said, "Go down, and find out the person who raised the murderer in the saltworks as soon as possible."

Zhou Bucai responded, bowed and retreated.

He didn't have any hope for Qi Yun in his heart, he just waited until the Hundred Ghosts Night Cry was finished, all these people were dead, and he took the wealth of the Qinglong Gang and left here.

Why did he not do it if he found out the person who raised the murderer in the saltworks.

Checking it once would do great damage to his cultivation.

If nothing happened to the Qinglong Gang, he would really work hard to investigate it, but now that the entire Qinglong Gang has only a few days to live, the devil is willing to help him investigate what salt farms are raising murderers.

inside the room.

Qi Yun's eyes flickered, and he opened the panel.

Looking at the 4 points of spirit above, he clicked on the upgrade button on the back.

Is this mental power a process in which quantitative changes provoke qualitative changes, and the effect is only obvious when it is added to the maximum?

The light flashed continuously, and the spiritual power increased rapidly, and soon became 6 points.

The points were reduced by 10 points again, leaving 57 points.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was not safe, so he increased it by 1 point again, and the spiritual power reached 7 points, and the words "can't be improved" appeared behind it.

There are 52 points left in the points.

hum!

In an instant, there were bursts of buzzing voices in his mind, and it was chaotic.

The sound of shopping for vegetables, yelling, quarreling, clashing of tables, chairs and benches, running water, chopping firewood, cursing...

All kinds of voices were in a mess, as if they came to a busy city in an instant, and their brains were almost exploded.

He covered his ears hard, closed his eyes, and tried to relax his mind. Soon, the buzzing sound gradually blurred and disappeared, but as long as he concentrated, he could hear it again.

He carefully experienced this feeling, the countless voices were like countless thin lines, as long as he listened carefully, he could distinguish these thin lines one by one.

He silently felt it, and it took him a long time to open his eyes, revealing the light.

You should be able to hear that kind of ghost crying now, right?