Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

Early the next morning.

Workers working nearby heard the harsh sirens.

The first migrant worker who called the police turned pale at the moment, resisting vomiting, and was being questioned by a policeman with a Chinese character.

"I got up early this morning and went to work at the front site as usual, and saw a tricycle parked there. It was still dark and I didn't see clearly, so I wanted to take a closer look. Who knows... who knows , Just stepped into those pieces...too stinky! Ugh—"

The Guozilian policeman looked at the workers expressionlessly, as if they did not want to let go of any details.

At this moment.

The team's forensic doctor walked to the Guozilian policeman, leaned close and said a few words in a low voice.

The face of the policeman with the national character face changed in an instant.

He waved his hand and asked the worker who called the police to leave first.

"You say? This...this corpse, there is no...shadow?"

The Guozilian police frowned and looked at the forensic doctor.

The forensic doctor nodded, and he walked gently to the body that had been protected.

He took out his usual searchlight and shone it at the corpse.

The end of winter chill in the early morning was not diminished.

The pupils of the policeman with the national character face suddenly shrank.

He glanced at the phantom under his feet illuminated by the light.

Looked at the scattered corpses again.

What...nothing.

The forensic doctor with the team also looked ugly:

"Captain, whether it is from the extent of the broken body or this weird phenomenon... it shows a problem... this is not a means that humans can have."

"Could it be another supernatural event."

The national character face police sighed, turned around and walked to a place where no one was there, and took out his mobile phone.

"Comrade operator, I am Li Baojin in Xicheng District. A supernatural incident occurred on the west side of Minfu Road, and I am requesting the support of the town guard..."

"Received, it has been reported to the guard house, and the nearby ghost master will go there later, please wait."

Li Baojin hung up the phone and gathered all the police officers around.

"This case is no longer within our responsibility."

"The adults from the Guarding Mansion will be there soon, and they will handle the follow-up. What we have to do is to cooperate with the ghost master to handle the investigation."

"Yes!"

The officers breathed out slightly.

They knew far more about the horror of supernatural events than ordinary people.

That is no longer a gap that can be filled with human lives.

Everyone in this world knows a truth!

Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

Not long.

A fast-moving car in the distance appeared and stopped outside the blockade.

Li Baojin hurriedly led people to greet him.

There were two people sitting in the car. The driving man was a young man in his twenties, wearing a gray windbreaker, cap and mask.

The other was a man in his thirties who was more casual, just an ordinary gown, his face pale and terrifying.

The two of them wore unknowing documents in front of them, and slowly got out of the car.

Li Baojin immediately reached out and smiled respectfully at the older man:

"Master Tang Xuewen, let's meet again."

Tang Xuewen smiled and nodded, but didn't mean to stretch out his hand at all.

Without any irritation, Li Baojin retracted his hand without a trace, then turned around and asked:

"Now, Li Baojin, this lord, I don't know how to call it?"

The young man wearing a mask took off his mask.

Li Baojin's eyes shrank suddenly, but fortunately, the police station had been groping for many years before he did not lose his stance.

This young man looks terrifying, his face is extremely thin, almost skinny, and even the outline of the bones on his face can be seen clearly.

There is no trace of excess flesh and blood, like a layer of skin against his face.

But under his thin face, he could see his belly bulging.

The large windbreaker was held up high, like a beer belly full of fat.

The extreme contrast made everyone in the police station who had raised their eyebrows almost opened their mouths.

This young man didn't mean the young man's vitality, but exuded a gloomy, haggard, and numb breath.

Especially when he smiled, it was even worse than crying. He stretched out his skinny fingers and shook Li Baojin lightly.

The voice is a little hoarse, but the tone is very friendly:

"Zhou Qun, Captain Li, don't care about the trivial matter just now. You ordinary people can't hold his hand."

"How come, this is still my recklessness."

Li Baojin laughed. He respects ghost masters from the psychological, and he also knows that people like them have many taboos.

With so many supernatural cases erupting all over the world, they are all limited by their lives, so that there is peace on one side.

...

Layers of red clouds began to be swallowed.

After a bird cry of a baby screaming.

The blood moon came as scheduled.

Few people appeared on the streets of Minfu Road.

Residents know that there was a murder case nearby, and the murderer has not been caught yet.

So there were some workers rushing home after work on the road, and there were no other people.

"This ghost can really hide."

"I haven't even had a trace of ghosts for a whole day."

In an alley on Minfu Road, Zhou Qun cursed in a low voice.

Tang Xuewen looked up at the city shrouded in red light, and sighed:

"In the past two years, the frequency of outbursts of supernatural events has become higher and higher, and the level of these ghosts has also increased a lot."

"Xiaoqun, can you still hold it?"

Zhou Qun couldn't help feeling a little sad when he heard this.

Of course he knew the meaning of Tang Xuewen's words.

They are short-lived people.

Every time the ghost's power is used, their bodies are eroded seriously.

Regardless of his age, Zhou Qun's current situation is much deeper than Xu Xuewen's erosion by Li Gui.

"If it wasn't for you to explode the power of the ghost last time, I would die..."

"Brother Xuewen, stop talking."

Before Tang Xuewen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Qun.

"The last time the ghost is about to become the master of the ghost, it will be a death if it doesn't work hard."

"I am not trying to save you, I am saving myself."

Zhou Qun smiled and took out two cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Tang Xuewen.

"Brother Xuewen, I heard that you went to incense yesterday?"

He lit the cigarette and took a hard sip, quite curious.

These ghost-riders, they usually have no awe of those earth-zang and Chenghuang people. Anyway, they don't have a good life for a few days, no matter what kind of monsters, ghosts and snakes.

Especially his partner, even more dismissive of this stuff.

Tang Xuewen also took a cigarette. Hearing this, he couldn't help but think of the scene in the small temple yesterday.

That sudden inexplicable fear.

as well as...

Tang Xuewen looked down at his left hand.

Not only the remaining Yin Qi in his body was swept away, but even the recovery of the ghost arm was reduced a lot.

He looked at his partner's bulging belly, hesitated and nodded:

"Um."

"Do you worship the Lord Chenghuang, or the Dizang Temple?"

Zhou Qun's eyes lit up and he was obviously interested.

Tang Xuewen finished his last cigarette and got up slowly.

"It's called...Yin Tianzi!"

[Author's digression]: Pushing my tricycle~ I have cash tickets to sell~