Mo Bai didn't break his promise, and directly passed the basic five-element rune that he copied by himself to Red Leaves, of course, Mo Bai also warned Red Leaves that he must not tell others what happened that night in the Fierce Ghost Book House, and the matter of Red Leaves' learning of Taoism must also be kept absolutely confidential, otherwise she will not be taught any Taoism in the future. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Bai's two purposes of looking for red leaves have all been achieved, one is to warn her not to talk nonsense, and the other is to fill her stomach, now after eating and drinking, Mo Bai and Red Leaves are separated, because Mo Bai needs to prepare well for his task tonight, it is said that tonight's task is very difficult.

After school in the afternoon, Professor Cai Dao gave Mo Bai a look, making him look like an underground worker, originally Mo Bai still wanted to go to Momiji for dinner, but now it seems that he can only go back to eat noodles.

Mo Bai returned to the strange building with a big mouth and small eyes, and Professor Cai Dao gave Mo Bai and their team a large box of instant noodles and said: "This box of instant noodles is the fund for your mission, you have to save some food, now that the economy is in a comprehensive decline, our funds are seriously insufficient!" ”

Hey, I'll go, the house leak happened to rain overnight, Mo Bai was going to do a big case this time, and the funds had to be doubled, but I didn't expect to get only a box of instant noodles, which made the penniless Mo Bai feel embarrassed! It seems that when you are handling a case, you can only find a way to get some case-handling funds, Ma has no night grass and no fat, no windfall and no money, damn it!

Thinking of this, Mo Bai thought of the books he took from the Fierce Ghost Book House the night before, of course, he didn't have time to read them now, because Professor Cai Dao had already signed the blood-colored bamboo for this mission, according to Professor Cai Dao's original words, this blood-colored bamboo sign order is our food and clothing, and we will immediately set off to handle the case when we get it.

Mo Bai looked at the address and name on the blood-colored bamboo stick, the Ghost Song and Dance Hall at No. 555 Guhuai Road, which made Mo Bai think of the Fierce Ghost Book House at No. 444 Guhuai Road.

No one can answer this question, Mo Bai needs to explore the answer by himself, the emperor doesn't need hungry soldiers, and now Mo Bai can only let them eat more instant noodles.

Mo Bai personally cooked a large pot of instant noodles, and the three of them each ate three bowls, this thing was all full, Mo Bai didn't want them to be listless when hunting ghosts.

After eating and drinking, the three of them went to Guhuai Road, it was still drizzling tonight, there was not even a street lamp on Guhuai Road, the wind was blowing, and the yin qi was very heavy, no wonder these evil ghosts liked to go to Guhuai Road.

Guhuai Road, Ghost Song and Dance Hall.

The whole street of Guhuai Road is quiet, only this ghost song and dance hall music is shocking and lively.

When the three of Mo Bai were about to arrive at the Ghost Song and Dance Hall, they saw a woman who was extremely beautiful but couldn't see her real age looking this way with her neck stretched, as if she was waiting for someone, and when she finally saw Mo Bai and the three people clearly, she immediately greeted them with a flower umbrella.

"Three gentlemen, were you sent by the Death Institute?" The woman holding the flower umbrella said in a low voice.

"Yes, what do you call it?" Mo Bai said with a sincere face.

"I'm Hua Zifang, the boss of the ghost, and everyone calls me Sister Hua!" The woman's voice with the flower umbrella was lower.

"Let's go to the corner over there, and you have to tell me the haunting story carefully!" Mo Bai pointed to the road in the opposite corner.

"I just took over this ghost song and dance hall for half a month, but I didn't expect that a large number of people died here......" Sister Hua said without tears.

A mysterious fire broke out at the Ghost Cabaret last month, when most of the guests in the hall were burned to death on the spot, and the incident was so serious that local officials in Dongyin Prefecture forcefully suppressed the media and took out the government's spare treasury to compensate the families of the guests who died tragically.

After dealing with the aftermath, the place was quickly renovated and rented to wealthy businessmen from other places at a low price.

Hua Zifang experienced an unforgettable failed love in Nanwangzhou in the southern district, and just wanted to develop in the mainland, so Hua Zifang took all her savings and came to this Dongyin Prefecture to resume her old business and open this ghost song and dance hall.

This ghost song and dance hall has been in a particularly hot business since the day it opened half a month ago, and a large number of guests will come to the door every night to entertain, which is a good thing, but the next day, when Hua Zifang counted the profits, he couldn't suppress the chill in his heart.

Because more than half of the large number of banknotes in the cashier are dark coins.

The next day's turnover was like this again, Hua Zifang began to observe carefully, but she couldn't tell who was using the dark coins, and when those banknotes were put in the cashier drawer, absolutely every one of them was a real banknote.

Such strange events have been plaguing Hua Zifang, according to this business situation, Hua Zifang will close her doors in less than a month, because the real money received every day is not enough to pay the rent of the store.

After more than ten days of careful observation, Hua Zifang could finally determine that the vast majority of the guests who came to her ghost song and dance hall every night were not people, because these people came every night, and their clothes had not been changed for more than ten days.

Hua Zifang observed and recorded very carefully, for the regular customers who came every night, she would carefully record the clothes of these people, including what coats, shirts, shoes, what they were wearing, and what bags they carried,......

After observing and recording everything in detail for thirteen days, Hua Zifang can finally be sure that these guests are definitely not people, because as long as they are a normal person, it is impossible to wear exactly the same clothes for thirteen days, and whose shirt can be worn for thirteen days without changing and washing once?

So, Hua Zifang found the Death Research Institute on the recommendation of a friend, and this is the details of the task that Mo Bai's team received.

"Sister Hua, do you mean that more than half of these dancing guests are full of ghosts?" Mo Bai asked a little creepy.

"Absolutely, yes! I just want to ask the three mages to take these ghosts away, otherwise, I think I'll just be shut down! Sister Hua said with a lonely expression.

"Yes, but Sister Hua, you'd better find a way to separate those normal guests who are not ghosts, otherwise, once these people learn that there are ghosts in your dance hall, it is estimated that they will never come to the door again in the future!" Mo Bai said lightly.

"Little brother, what you said is so right, Sister Hua, thank you! You think so much about Sister Hua, the three of you will often come to play in the future, and Sister Hua will give you a free order! Sister Hua said with a relaxed expression. (To be continued.) )