Ghost Shelter System

Yanjing, General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation.

Feng Qiang held the documents on the table, which were sent by three investigators from Maoshan. Maoshan Dan was made.

Feng Qiang has always been too lazy to pay attention to this kind of thing. Even if they make poison, as long as they don't harm society, it has nothing to do with him. The path of life and death is the traditional world, where everyone only wants their status in this circle and their responsibilities to ensure the stability of yin and yang, which coincides with the purpose of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation.

So as long as they continue to keep a low profile and remain mysterious, the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation will not interfere in all their affairs.

Feng Qiang read the document and handed another one in front of him, which was top secret.

Feng Qiang was startled. This kind of document had never appeared on his desk. He heard that the last time a top-secret document appeared was when Wuliuchuan Valley first entered China.

"go out."

"yes."

This underground office had light bulbs hanging and no natural light penetrated. Feng Qiang opened the document bag and found only a piece of paper inside. The text on it seemed to describe the incident in detail, but it was pitiful.

Feng Qiang slammed his fist on the desk: "Damn it!!! What is the Huaize Ghost King?"

"Huaize Ghost King? Hahahahaha, that is the most cunning ghost king I have ever seen. Feng Qiang, have you met him?"

A sneer came from the wall, and veins popped out on Feng Qiang's forehead.

He lit a cigarette and limped to the bookshelf. The bookshelf was pushed open, and there was an iron door inside. There was a Bagua talisman on the door. Every time a sound came from the door, the Bagua talisman would expand like a blast. Up, almost to the point of being knocked down.

"Just tell me what you know, and don't make everyone unhappy!"

Feng Qiang walked in with a dark face and wearing boxing gloves. The sound of fists and kicks was heard inside, and the sound was even more harsh at the same time.

"Say? Is it useful to say it? That guy has been under Fang Yantian's nose for so many years, and Yang Shen didn't find any fault with him. At the same time, he is extremely cunning. What do you want to know?"

Feng Qiang was speechless.

The sound of smoking was frequent. He inhaled and exhaled. Feng Qiang suppressed his anger and whispered: "There is news that the Huaize Ghost King has contacted the Onmyoji and the Black Soul Apostle one after another to use them to open the seal of Wuwei Mountain."

The jeers stopped.

For a moment, the voice changed from ridicule to seriousness: "Is he crazy? Such a cunning ghost king has been wandering in the world for hundreds of years and has become a city god. There is no reason to choose this way of death! He has no shortage of To worship, there is no shortage of strength, what on earth does he want to do?"

"How do I know what he wants to do?! How do I deal with that guy? Tell me, I will let you out before I leave office!"

Feng Qiang is good at teaching.

The voice suddenly laughed sadly and with resentment: "Get out? How can I get out when I look like a human and a ghost? How can I have the honor to get out!!!"

If someone leaned under the door and peeked in, they would definitely see a horrifying scene.

In front of Feng Qiang was a paper man with a pale face, a powder puff, a red jacket and green trousers, and an upward curved mouth. There were many holes burned by cigarette butts on his face, which looked like a honeycomb.

On the wall next to it is a portrait of Nurhaci. This painting was given to Feng Qiang by Qin Kun. In the portrait at this moment, Nurhaci was kicked off his horse, sitting on a stone with a grass branch in his mouth and a depressed look on his face. It was immediately replaced by a The old man with disheveled hair roared at Feng Qiang.

…

…

The Huaize area, where the north and south meet, has always been prosperous.

There are ancient buildings with historical color here, as well as magnificent high-rise buildings. Even the old streets have many modern styles.

There are hundreds of various activities held in the old street every year. In order to promote the continuous growth of the flow of people, some activities that are popular among young people will also be held.

A large-scale comic exhibition has just come to an end. On the street in the afternoon, young people have unfinished expressions on their faces.

Two handsome men dressed as onmyojis, wearing black hats and holding small fans, were walking on the street. Next to them was a man dressed as a city god. Next to the city god, there was an eight-armed monster and a very tall boy. Disgusting scholar.

"Ah! Onmyoji! So handsome~"

"Come on, let's take a photo?"

"Eh... I won't go. What are those guys next to them? A city god and two monsters?"

"What's wrong with the monster? It's so cool! Look at that guy with eight arms. It's just like the boss in the game. Although I don't know who the cosplayer is, he must have put in a lot of effort!"

The Onmyoji and the City God were walking on the road, and the City God accompanied him with a smile: "Two Onmyoji masters, what are your suggestions?"

The Onmyoji was arrogant, smiling slightly and speaking in less than standard Mandarin.

"The Chinese way of life and death has always been at odds with our Yamato Onmyoji, but even if we have a grudge against them again, why should we help you? For a character like you who everyone shouts about, you shouldn't ask the Onmyoji for help, right?"

The scholar with a terrifying face, with poison worms squirming in his mouth, said to the two of them: "Oh? If you don't drink a toast, will you be punished with a drink?"

The Onmyoji squinted at the scholar, put away his faint smile, closed his small fan, and tapped his shoulder blade: "Tachibana Sanhide, Onmyo Liaoten Dan Shikigami Master, please give me some advice."

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and those present were none other than the three great ghosts of Huaize Ghost King, the Eight-Armed Demon, and the Gu Scholar.

Gu Xiucai's eyes were focused like needles, and he was about to take action when a group of young people suddenly came over. Most of the young people looked at the two Onmyoji masters expectantly and said, "Can I take a photo with you?"

The three ghost kings of Huaize were separated. The two onmyojis glanced sideways at Gu Xiucai, turned around, smiled, and nodded.

Some young people who were unhappy chose to take a photo with the Eight-Armed Demon and Gu Xiucai. They held their arms and kept their hands cold. Under the instructions of the Huaize Ghost King, the two ghosts tried their best to restrain their ghost energy and did not escape.

As for the strange appearance of the Ghost King of Huaize, it is rare to see such an Oser dressed as a city god, and he was ignored by everyone.

After taking the photo, the two onmyojis discovered that the three big ghosts had left.

…

At night, a hotel apartment.

In the room, an onmyoji took off his Liwu hat and smiled disdainfully: "Tachibana-kun, China is really a magical place. Three evil spirits dare to make a deal with an onmyoji."

The onmyoji named Tachibana Mitsuhide raised the corner of his mouth and flipped through his phone with his fingers. Today, he added a lot of Chinese girls. He was having a lively chat with a few of them in the evening. He will be leaving tomorrow. It would be nice to talk to them if he could call them out to cheer him up.

Tachibana Mihide replied to the message quickly with his fingers, and at the same time said to his colleagues: "Miki-kun, you have to know that China's life and death organization is in chaos, so naturally it cannot compare to our Yin Yangliao. The organization under the control is like this today Weird things, not surprising.”

Tachibana Mihide snapped his fingers as he spoke, and a smile appeared on his handsome face unconsciously: "Miki-kun, I may not come back tonight."

Tachibana Mitsuhide opened the closet and his smile suddenly froze.

A man with bleeding from all his orifices stood in the closet, his hair was wet and messy, and his body exuded a stench. It was Miki-kun!

Tachibana Mihide turned his head, and the other Miki-kun smiled: "Not coming back? Where are you going?"

…

At this moment, Westan was in an underground casino in Huaize. The foreigner was wearing a thick ring and necklace, which attracted the attention of many high-rollers.

"Oh, sorry. I win again."

Westan smiled and rewarded his bodyguard with a lot of chips. His smile was very hateful.

The croupier and the casino's secret agent have been staring at him for a long time without any clues. This man is a great gambling table expert. Their faces are ugly. Is he sent by his opponent to ruin the game?

"Pause first and send someone to ask for Mr. Howson."

Sounds appeared in Anshao and the dealer's headphones.

The croupier smiled elegantly at Westan: "Dear guest, I admire your gambling skills very much. There is a gentleman in our casino who wants to learn a few tricks from you. Is it possible? If you win, you can win three times as much. , if you lose, you should pay as much as you deserve."

"Oh? A no-loss deal? Yes."

Westan was holding a cigar in his mouth, showing his white teeth.

After a while, a blond old man appeared. The old man only had seven fingers left, but he was elegant and bowed towards Westan.

Westan smiled and was about to place his bet when he suddenly received a call.

"Westan, your evil deeds in Asia have been targeted by the Japanese Onmyoji. They followed you to China. If you want to live, leave the casino immediately and come to Chenghuang Old Street to see me."

Westan was startled, with an expression of disbelief.