It was almost two o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Master Zhou's house, and he took us directly to his study. It is said that it is a study, but it is actually his studio and a place for meditation and practice. The study room is full of various Taoist ritual utensils, props and books, and there are two futons on the ground.

My master released the wasted ghost from the bag and pointed a finger at it. The wasted ghost froze, lying on the ground and shivering.

"Who is your master?" Master asked.

The wasted ghost trembled violently, but did not speak.

"How did you get into someone's safe?" Master asked again.

The little imp was still trembling, and I didn't know what it meant.

The master was annoyed, turned to Master Zhou and said, "Master Zhou, I have some small means that I can use. But could you please avoid it for now? ”

Master Zhou was a little hesitant, he seemed to have pity for the little ghost. The master asked again, and then he nodded in agreement and left the study. After these few times, Master Zhou and we are very familiar with each other, but after all, Yin cultivation and Taoist cultivation are not the same family, and some secret techniques are still inconvenient to perform in person.

The master fixed the wasted ghost with one hand, pinched a strange trick with the other, and recited the incantation in his mouth. I've never heard him say that spell before, so it looks like it's a "forbidden spell"!

The wasted ghost suddenly spasmed, his limbs twitched incessantly, and his mouth squeaked and screamed, looking very painful.

"Say! Who is your master? Master exclaimed.

"Squeak! Yikes! Wow wow! The waster was still screaming.

"Why don't you say it soon?"

The master obviously added power to his hands, and the wasted ghost screamed even more miserably. I can't stand it anymore, after all, it's just a small point, and it seems too cruel to torture it like this, right?

"Wow! Wow! Small! Wine! Drink! ”

"What's small?" The master seemed to hear something and asked.

"Small! Wine! Drink! Small! Wine! Drink! ”

The wasted ghost shouted wildly. The resentment on its body is also constantly leaking out, it seems that it is really unbearable, and if it continues to do it, it will really be scattered!

The master finally stopped casting the spell, and the wasted ghost was completely paralyzed on the ground, and it was estimated that he would not be able to move without the soul fixing spell.

"What do you mean by drinking?" I'm completely confused about these three words, does this little ghost usually like to drink a little wine?

"It should be a personal name." Master guessed, "But this little ghost was made from a baby who died young, and he couldn't even speak clearly. ”

"Refining ghosts?" I was surprised.

The master nodded, and said with a gloomy face: "Its owner should be a ghost cultivator, and he is also a yin cultivator. Some ghost keepers go to catch some wandering ghosts and wild ghosts, use forbidden techniques to refine them into little ghosts and raise them, and then drive them out to harm people, which is the scum in our yin cultivation! ”

The scum in the Yin Cult?

I felt a "chuckle" in my heart, and I couldn't help but wipe my sweat secretly. So, if I asked the poor ghost to play tricks on Wu Hongde, is he a scum? But it's good that I made a fair deal with Lao Zeng, and I don't want to drive him, and of course Wu Hongde is not a good person! Thinking of this, my heart is a little more relaxed.

Master didn't know that I was thinking nonsense just now, so he asked me to call Master Zhou in.

Master Zhou looked at the wasted ghost, frowned, and said, "Since I can't ask anything, I'll just reduce it!" ”

My master thought about it, but said, "I still have an idea, do you think it's okay?" ”

"What's the idea?"

"Although this little ghost can't tell the name of its owner, it should still have an instinct and sense where its owner is." Master explained, "If we let it go, it will most likely run back to its owner. I can make a mark with a spell on it, and then we can follow it all the way and maybe find the ghost keeper! ”

Master Zhou nodded, and also thought it was feasible, so he might as well give it a try. But I looked at the wasted ghost lying on the ground and dying, and asked Master, "This little guy has become like this, why did he take us to find it?" ”

The master said, "It's fine, I didn't hurt its three souls and seven spirits." I'll just give it a little more shade of yin. ”

After saying that, the master grabbed the wasted ghost again and sent a steady stream of yin power into its mouth. The imp soon woke up and began to tremble with fear again. Master pinched another trick and sniffed a trace of the wasted ghost's resentment into his nose, and then handed it to me to carry and let me go outside and put it away.

When we were about to go out, Master Zhou's wife was woken up by us and got up and asked, "Why did you just come back and go out again?" ”

Master Zhou comforted her and said, "It's okay, we still have some work to do, you go to sleep first!" ”

I carried the wasted ghost outside the house, put it on the ground, and I went back inside. The three of us stared at the waster at the window, watching its reaction.

The little imp looked left and right for a while, and seemed to indeed feel that there was no threat around him, and then raised his head and sniffed in the air, and then slowly crawled to the west. When it had climbed a little farther away, we came out of the house and followed far behind.

The wasted ghost is not fast or slow. It is said to be fast because it is much more agile than babies under the age of age. To say that it is slow, it is compared to other ghosts that directly use floating, this speed is really the same as a snail crawling, and we can easily keep up with the ones we use in the back.

A kilometre to the west, I came across a waterhole. The wasted ghost walked in a straight line, and no matter what the terrain was, he kept crawling forward, and he would not sink off the water when he passed the pool. We had no choice but to take a small detour and cross a bridge next to it to the opposite side. Fortunately, the wasted ghost is not crawling fast, so we can keep up with it by walking faster.

Later, he passed through a residential area and a farmland, and when he encountered a place where his vision was blocked, he relied on the master to guide him, and he could track the grievances of the wasted ghost with his nose. Fortunately, the northern suburbs are not yet fully developed, and if the wasted ghost is climbing in the direction of the city, it will be difficult for us to follow the high-rise buildings.

After walking for about an hour, we came to a wasteland with two rows of makeshift houses, like a construction site. There was a sign hanging outside the construction site, but our attention was all about the waster, just a casual glance.

There was no one on the site, only a security guard dozing off in a chair. The wasted ghost crawled straight into the first room on the left of the row of board rooms in the back. It was the largest one, and it looked like a warehouse or something.

We crept around behind the security guards without making a sound. When we got to the warehouse where the waster had climbed into, we looked through the window, and it was pitch black, and we couldn't see anything. I stepped forward and carefully twisted the lock. Hey, luckily, it's not locked!

Master made a gesture to me and Master Zhou, meaning that the ghost keeper was probably inside, so let's get ready before going in. My master took out a few talismans, and Master Zhou pulled out a peachwood sword. My cultivation is still shallow, so I am not ready to fight with others, but I have prepared a guy who fights with others: a steel pipe that can be seen everywhere on the construction site!

I gently unscrewed the door lock and was the first to reach into the warehouse. Master and I are used to setting up stalls in dimly lit ghost markets, and we can barely see by the bright light that comes in through the doors and windows. Master Zhou can't do it, so he can only stay behind and break the back.

The house is full of all kinds of building materials, and it seems that this is really a serious warehouse. But my master had sharp eyes, patted me on the shoulder from behind, and pointed to a corner for me to see. There were tables, chairs, and sofas, and a bed on a shelf, where perhaps the people watching the warehouse slept.

I continued to touch it quietly, and the steel pipe in my hand was already sticky with sweat. The situation was weird, and I was ruthless in my heart, and decided that once someone or anything rushed at me, I didn't care, and immediately slammed it over!

But when I walked to the bed, I didn't find anything alive, and the wasted ghost was gone. I rummaged over the things on the bed, the quilt and pillows were still there, and the teapot on the table was also warm, and I had only half drunk. It's like there's somebody here just now, and he's just gone with his front foot, and we're coming in with his back foot, and it's not been more than a few minutes.

The master sniffed around again and said to me, "No need to look for it, the person is gone." ”

"What about the ghost?" I asked.

"Soul destroyed!" Master said in a deep voice.

"Soul Destroyer?" This time, Master Zhou and I shouted in unison.

Master nodded and said, "I feel that the resentment of that wasted ghost is in this room, but it has completely collapsed, and the three souls and seven spirits have been destroyed!" ”

Still a little puzzled, I asked, "Who killed it?" ”

"Humph!" The master sneered with a dark face, "Who else can there be?" It's its owner! ”

I was stunned!

! This master is really ruthless! He must have found out that we had followed the wasted ghost all the way here, and he was afraid that if we continued to track it down, he would simply destroy the little ghost he raised!

Master Zhou finally found the light switch. As soon as the lights were turned on, the situation inside the warehouse was completely clear, and there was indeed no one. We then found a back door, which was also unlocked, and it was likely that the ghost keeper had walked away. I opened the door and saw that there was a small door on the wall of the construction site outside. Outside the small gate is a woodland, and the ghost keeper doesn't know where to run now!

The most useful clues were cut off in this way. The only thing that catches the deal is that the ghost keeper may have something to do with the construction site. But we don't know exactly what the relationship is, maybe he is ostensibly a warehouse worker, using this as a cover. We are not police, so it is impossible to directly interrogate the people at this construction site. In fact, if we don't leave now, we will probably be arrested as thieves if we are discovered!