Thanks to the blessing of the murderous house, whether it was the unlucky former owner or the intermediary Yin Xiaomeng, he was extra active in the process of handling the transfer, and the procedures were completed quickly.

The former owner spent two more days packing up and moving away the personal belongings in the house, settling the water, electricity and gas bills, and leaving almost all the furniture and appliances to Qi Zihuan as agreed.

Although the real estate certificate has not yet come down, Qi Zihuan can already truly feel that there is a small world of his own in this world from now on. For days on end, he happily browsed the few home furnishing stores in town, buying bedding, small furniture, and pale yellow curtains with small flowers.

Tsk, now we are also men with a house, and if we marry a daughter-in-law and have two babies in the future, those days are not beautiful.

Qi Zihuan, who had no prospects, looked at the sky and dreamed, completely forgetting his deceased grandfather's ardent hope for him to become a generation of ghost-hunting heavenly masters.

Well, it seems that grandpa didn't say that.

There is one more thing that needs to be solved before moving, and that is the problem of ghosts rushing to the market.

The last time Qi Zihuan saw a gathering of ghosts, although he didn't know what the reason was, after all, those ghosts didn't harm people's lives, and the unlucky owner experienced more than half a month and ended up with a lack of sleep. Therefore, if he really wants to transform into a tower sword hero and beat those ghosts to pieces, he still can't bear it.

If you can't kill, then you can only be measured. When a black tour guide led them to Meng Po's to drink chicken soup, and turned around to collect some commissions from the ghosts, it was not a bad treatment for them, at least it was no worse than going to the snow country to suffer.

All the items you need are ready-made in your own store, just waiting to pick an auspicious day for the zodiac to open the altar.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, it is time for families to watch soap operas.

At this time, no one would notice that on the fourth floor opposite Qi Zihuan's house, there was a room with no lights on, but there were cigarette butts flickering in the darkness.

Chen Jinglong was pouting his ass and lying in front of the window, carefully looking at something from the high-magnification telescope in his hand.

"Eh, master, master, come and see this." He suddenly shouted excitedly as if he had discovered a new continent.

Han Tae, who was silently eating instant noodles in the dark, suppressed his voice and reprimanded: "You be quiet! There is no light in our business. What's wrong? Target pulled back the curtains? ”

After saying that, he put down the bowl, picked up the SLR camera on the sofa and walked over.

These two people are very professionally equipped, and the SLR camera is not only full-frame but also hung with a telephoto lens, which is commonly known as a bird-fighting lens.

"Uh, no, that chick still covers the house tightly." Chen Jinglong whispered, "I called you to come and see the house next door to her house, which was rumored to be haunted before." ”

Han Tae, whose temples were already a little gray, raised his camera, carefully adjusted the focus, and soon saw the scene opposite.

The subject's home is lit up, but thick curtains keep out all prying eyes.

Although he can't see it, Hankook knows what's going on in the house, and he's been a so-called private investigator for nearly twenty years, so he's seen too much of it.

Follow the apprentice's instructions and take a look at the house next to it.

Hey, what's going on?

I saw that there was an altar of incense and candles in the living room, flags were arranged, and a man who didn't look very old was wearing a robe and a crown and holding a peachwood sword around the altar, and his mouth was flying and he didn't know what he was muttering.

"This family specially invited a celestial master to exorcise evil spirits?" Hankook has caught a lot of juniors over the years, and it is the first time he has seen a ghost, so he can't help but be a little curious.

"Probably not, I've seen this young man, I've been here a few times during the day before, it seems that every time he removes a curtain or a dresser or something, it looks like the new owner is cleaning up the house."

"You can roll up your sleeves and do this kind of thing by yourself? Young people nowadays are quite violent. ”

Chen Jinglong was very interested, leaned over and handed Han Tai a cigarette, and asked, "Master, is it true that you said that the haunting was true?" We didn't find anything wrong with that room during the ten days we were here. ”

"I've never seen this kind of thing, but I can't say it's definitely not." Han Tae took the cigarette and lit it, and said while recalling, "A few years ago, a colleague took a job in your province. It was a commission from a young girl who asked her peers to follow her father and look for evidence that he was looking for a mistress. Hearing that the target was spotted in the process, the target was furious, but in the end only cut off a handful of his companion's hair. ”

"And then what?" Chen Jinglong urged.

Later, when he returned to Hunan Province, he died suddenly at home within two days. To this day, no one knows if his death had anything to do with the handful of hair. ”

Chen Jinglong sighed in his heart, and then looked at Qi Zihuan who was in the Divine Dao Dao opposite, and felt more and more cold.

"The man is out!" Hankook let out a low shout, and the shutter of the camera in his hand kept pressing.

Chen Jinglong also hurriedly pointed his telescope at the corridor, the door opposite Qi Zihuan opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was standing at the door, as if saying goodbye to the people in the house.

As he spoke, he leaned forward and leaned his upper body into the room.

It should be a poop. Chen Jinglong thought to himself.

The man turned to go downstairs, his steps were a little vain, and after he walked downstairs, he turned his head to look at the third floor.

The curtains on the third floor had been opened, and a beautiful woman in a pink nightgown waved downstairs.

"Alas, it's squatting again today." Chen Jinglong was depressed for a while, and hesitated to suggest to the master, "Master, why don't we go in and decorate something for her house tomorrow?" ”

Han Tae also put down the camera lens, pondered for a moment, and nodded slowly: "Okay, it's been ten days, let's take the risk." ”

None of them saw that the woman opposite glanced in their direction before closing the curtains again.

……

Qi Zihuan was completely unaware of the things that were happening around him.

Today, he still came early, and continued to watch the anti-Japanese war drama last time, and waited until the ghosts appeared. Moreover, shortly after the ghost appeared, when he was setting up the altar, he also heard the kind of cry described by the previous owner.

The voice was not loud, only faintly audible, sometimes hoarse, sometimes high-pitched, wafting back and forth in the room, making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from. One thing is for sure, though, it's definitely not a wildcat meow!

It lasted for about five minutes, and the sound died out completely.

Later, when he was chasing ghosts, he carefully observed each ghost, but after watching for a long time, he couldn't tell which ghost could make that kind of sound.

He could not take a stick and say to the demon, "Come, open your mouth, ah~~~~~~"

It's not a special physical examination.

But no matter what, now that they have all been successfully transformed, and all the twelve fierce ghosts have been sent to where they should go, they can start to remove the altar and clean up.

Move to a new house tomorrow.