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In the dimly lit archive room, the corners of his mouth curled.

Take a step, step by step.

I didn't expect that this dirty thing is still a little wise, I don't know if it's a ghost or a ghost?

Needless to say, ghosts are the souls of people who remain in the world after death, and they are called ghosts.

Ghosts, on the other hand, are dirty things that are naturally raised and formed, and have their own consciousness, which are called ghosts.

The archives are not very large.

Qin Feng walked step by step, mobilizing the divine consciousness in his mind.

With his own cultivation, he can't sense this thing yet, so he can only search for it with the help of his divine sense.

The dim lighting in the archives was a bit eerie.

Quietly, the yellow and colored kraft paper file bags accumulated together, which looked a little old in this dim light.

Qin Feng walked around the archive room and didn't find anything unusual.

Immediately, Qin Feng was a little puzzled.

Suddenly, a file shelf in front of him caught Qin Feng's attention.

The file shelves are close to the windows, which are closed and glassy, but the file bags on the file shelves are a little messy, as if someone has flipped through them.

In the inconspicuous lower right corner, there was a file bag that caught Qin Feng's attention.

The file bags in the archive room are all kraft yellow, but this file bag is blood red, in the lower right corner of the file shelf, a stack of kraft yellow file bags is exposed, revealing a little blood red, although the light in the archive room is a little dim, but it is very conspicuous in Qin Feng's eyes.

The consciousness works.

Sure enough, a faint sinister aura shrouded around this blood-red file bag.

"Red file bag?" Qin Feng muttered, slightly puzzled.

A large number of kraft yellow file bags hide a blood-red file bag, which in itself is an abnormal thing.

After a pause of two seconds, Qin Feng squatted down and pulled out the red file bag.

"I can still hold back. The blood-red file bag was placed in his hand, and there was no reaction, Qin Feng laughed.

"Still not coming out yet?" Qin Feng's breath in his body was running, and he scolded in a low voice.

An invisible wave erupted from Qin Fengkou.

Next, a strange scene appeared.

The blood-red file bag that was grabbed by Qin Feng in his hand shook wildly.

The rebuke just now is a special secret technique in the feng shui world, and a scolding mobilizes the positive yang qi in the monk's body, which has a great power of damage to the yin and evil things.

This is like some evil people in the countryside, when they look for a landlord to do something, the landlord will roar, and this method is also called frightening.

It's just a matter of looking at the method and object of application.

At this moment, the file bag in Qin Feng's hand was shaking more and more.

A few seconds later, a puff of black smoke appeared in the archive room.

A black figure slowly appeared in front of Qin Feng, and as soon as this black figure appeared, before it appeared, it immediately roared towards Qin Feng.

A high-pitched, piercing voice was heard in the archives.

It is impossible to tell whether it is a male voice or a female voice.

……

At the gate of the Archives Bureau, at the iron gate.

Shang Chengjun was a little anxious, the night in Beijing was a little cold, the temperature was a little low, Shang Chengjun tightened his coat, for Qin Feng, a young man, Shang Chengjun still believed that the kind of means he used in his own home before was definitely not something that ordinary people could use.

In Beijing for so many years, the Shang family is also a little famous and influential, in the mouth of the old man before, I have also heard of strange things like this, plus I have been a little interested in the "Book of Changes" in recent years, some research, for this kind of Chinese culture inherited for thousands of years, a little awe.

Qin Feng has been up for more than ten minutes, how long does it take to get to the third floor?

Or is there really something dirty in that room?

Can Qin Feng deal with it?

Shang Chengjun, who was standing here at the iron gate, began to think crankily in his mind.

The anxiety in my heart also increased.

This situation is normal, and any ordinary person facing such a thing will have similar thoughts.

"Why don't you go up and have a look?" Shang Chengjun hesitated in his heart.

It was at this time that suddenly.

"Ah......h

A shrill roar, delivered, from the third-floor archives.

The sound is harsh.

Shang Chengjun only felt that his whole scalp was numb, and goosebumps all over his body.

was stunned on the spot, and it took a few seconds to come back to his senses, Shang Chengjun was stunned, reacted, didn't say a word, took a step, and prepared to go upstairs.

"Don't go upstairs. ”

A low reprimand, like thunder, sounded in Shang Chengjun's mind.

This scolding made Shang Chengjun stunned on the spot.

……

Archives room.

Qin Feng looked at the black mist in front of him.

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. Qin Feng single-handedly, a talisman appeared in the palm of his right hand, the sword finger of his left hand, the breath in his body worked, and the talisman was activated instantly.

At the same time, the divine consciousness in his mind controlled the energy that burst out of the talisman, and a golden light instantly enveloped this black mist.

When the golden light of the talisman enveloped the black mist, it was like sulfuric acid splashing on the ground, making a 'sizzle' sound. Bursts of green smoke rose in an instant.

"Ah......h

A sharp and piercing voice was delivered again.

In the entire archive room, the yin wind was blowing, and a violent yin aura permeated the black mist.

Qin Feng took a few steps back, quietly watching the changes in the scene in front of him, without any expression.

After about three minutes, the black mist finally dissipated into the air.

All that remains on the floor of the archives is a blood-red file bag.

Qin Feng stood in place for nearly a minute before he walked over and picked up the file bag on the ground.

Qin Feng knew in his heart that this black figure was not a ghost, but a ghost, and it was just a ghost who had just gained his own consciousness. Qin Feng knew that the things archived in the archives were all some past events, and even some special evidence.

And the pattern and feng shui aura of this archive bureau are a bit biased towards the feng shui bureau of the yin house, with a ghost tree in front of the door to block the yang energy, and few people come in the archive room on the third floor on weekdays.

Lack of anger, yin qi Yayoi.

After a certain amount of accumulation, the yin and evil aura gradually thickened, and in the file bag in this archive room, there may be some special things preserved, in this environment, ghosts are produced, and they are ghosts with their own consciousness.

All of this requires a coincidence, the right time and place to be formed, and under normal circumstances, it is very difficult to form such a situation.

Qin Feng looked at the file bag in his hand and pondered for a moment.

"What is it that can actually form a conscious ghost in a thousand-year-old city like Beijing?"