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Ming Chuan glanced around lightly, and said lightly: "It's really interesting here, even a little ghost qi can have such aggressiveness." ”

"My lord, do you need to do anything?" asked Shadow Lan quietly.

"No, let's go. Ming Chuan waved his hand and said lightly, "They just felt the ghost qi in my body, so they wanted to erode my body and not pose a threat to ordinary people." ”

"Was it Mr. Hua who attracted you?" asked Shadowlan.

Ming Chuan turned his head and glanced at the gate of "Zizai Village", shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe, but when I was in other places before, I didn't see him attract such a large amount of ghost energy." ”

"You're saying there's something wrong with this street?" asked Shadowlan.

"I think it's not just this street that's the problem. Ming Chuan shook his head and continued to walk forward, soon reaching the end of the street.

Standing at the crossroads, Ming Chuan touched his chin and said softly: "Look, there is more than one street that has a problem." ”

Hearing this, Ying Lan stood up from the ground, and his smooth head turned left and right, and he saw that the streets around him were all dark, and the distance seemed to be shrouded in a gray mist, hazy, and invisible.

The street lights flickered on and off, making a sizzling electric sound, as if they were broken.

A thick fog envelops all sides, trying to get closer, but then stopping.

These ghosts were afraid of Ming Chuan and Ying Lan, but they did not want to disperse, and surrounded them, trapped in the middle of the crossroads.

There was a roar in their ears as a huge semi-trailer truck drove towards them through the fog.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan quickly retreated to the side, and only then could he dodge.

A large truck drove in front of him, bringing a gust of air that hit him in the face.

When the car drove away, Ming Chuan looked at the back of the truck, the yellow license plate should have been very clear under the reflection of the street lights, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, and the numbers on it could not be seen clearly.

"Is this a provocation?" said Ming Chuan, taking out the net bell and shaking it a few times.

The crisp bell rang, and suddenly there was a strange sound around, like a whistling wind, but it was a little sharp, and it sounded more like someone was wailing and crying.

As those voices rang out, the thick fog in the streets quickly receded, and soon the surroundings became clear.

Ming Chuan snorted coldly, and continued to walk forward with Ying Lan, and those strange situations finally did not continue to follow.

"My lord, do you want to clean this place?" asked Shadow Lan in a loud voice.

"Purification? useless. Ming Chuan shook his head, "I don't know what is going on in this city yet, but these ghost qi will be purified, and it won't be long before they will gather again, and the symptoms will not cure the root cause." ”

Besides, he hasn't received a similar commission, and he has done a lot of day jobs recently, and he doesn't want to develop the habit of doing day jobs himself.

"Shall we go back, then?" asked Shadowlan.

"The materials are ready, and the time is just right, so let's try our luck first. Ming Chuan put his hands in his pockets and said weakly.

……

On the banks of the Meili River, this is arguably the most frequented place in Meichuan in recent times.

Walking along the riverbank in the moonlight may seem romantic, but it's actually very eerie.

Just after the child, the ghost qi was strong, and the originally calm water surface swirled everywhere, forming small whirlpools.

"My lord, do you want to find the magatama that sealed the female ghost?" asked Shadow Lan aloud.

"Don't be busy just yet. Ming Chuan shook his head, "There are other more important things now. ”

"Huh?" Shadow Lan was a little confused.

"Remember last time ......," Ming Chuan suddenly closed his mouth in the middle of speaking.

Shadow Lan slammed out of the ground and floated at his side, looking to the left and right vigilantly.

"Are you here?" Mingchuan said in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept across the river, bringing a wave of water that rushed towards them.

Shadow Lan twisted to meet him.

The speed of that blast was faster than Shadow Lan, and the other party's target was obviously not Shadow Lan.

I saw that the wind circled around the river, directly avoided the oncoming obstruction, and rushed towards Mingchuan from the side.

Mingchuan took out the net bell and shook it.

The ringing ripples in the air, forming circles of ripples that spread outward.

The wind paused for a moment under the influence of the ripples, then continued to pounce forward.

Ming Chuan grabbed a moment of respite, and when the other party pounced again, he threw himself to the side, and the whole person fell to the ground, and then rolled on the spot, and opened up the distance from the wind.

After rolling forward in a circle, Ming Chuan did not stand up immediately, but maintained a squatting position, his legs tense, ready to flee in other directions at any time.

The wind struck and stopped.

Surrounded by black mist, a terrifying-looking goblin revealed.

The goblin's body was only half of its body except for its head, as if it had been slashed along the right side of the neck, leaving only the left half. The bare wound is very hideous, and the cross-section of the muscles and the wriggling blood vessels and internal organs can be clearly seen under the dark skin.

The goblin's skull was sparsely haired, with strands of sticky hair on either side of its cheeks, the left eye socket empty, and the right eyeball drooping out of the socket, swinging back and forth with its movements.

This is the same ghost who attacked Mingchuan once before by the river.

"Hey, are you the one who went to the police station to kill someone?" asked Ming Chuan to the ghost.

The goblin tilted its head, and as it moved, the eyeballs hanging out of its sockets fell to one side, almost on its shoulders, as if they could fall at any moment.

"Can you understand people?" Mingchuan spoke again with a half-squinted eye.

"Exorcist. The goblin spoke slowly, spitting out three words, and a foul smell wafted out of its mouth.

"It seems that there is no way to communicate. Ming Chuan pursed his lips and muttered a little unpleasantly.

What he hates the most is this kind of ghost who can't communicate in words, because in this way, it is impossible to get the message out of the other party's mouth. This is very detrimental to the investigation.

Unable to investigate means that the ghost sword cannot be used, which is equivalent to sealing his most powerful weapon, and the only ones he can rely on are Jingling and Yinglan.

If the opponent is easier to deal with, it is fine to use the net bell to purify it, but in general, when it develops to the stage of being a powerful ghost that cannot communicate, the effect of the net bell becomes very weak.

Mingchuan was also mentally prepared for this matter, but he was not too depressed. And the other party didn't give him time to be depressed at all.

The goblin turned around and pounced on Mingchuan again, and the fast air flow only drove the air current, cutting off the low-hanging branches of the surrounding willow trees.