Starting from the folklore forum, making up town objects

Chapter 229 The blood disaster that dared not show its head, the entrance to Sanshan Village was controlled

Watching the river surface gradually calming down, Chen Xin finally recovered from the shock given by the house-stabilizing medicine.

"This... you show your head and it's seconds away?"

Chen Xin looked at the source of the 888 points of Yinde, which included three ferocious water ghosts, dozens of evil ghost-level and wandering soul-level water ghosts, but the biggest one was the blood disaster-level water ghost.

A total of 520 points of Yin De, which is about eight times that of a vicious water ghost!
Looking at the half-body five-colored phantom above Sanshan Village that had returned to normal, Chen Xin exclaimed: "Is this still a house-protecting medicine? This is a cannon turret!"

Just when Chen Xin wanted to take a closer look at the half-body five-colored phantom, he suddenly remembered something and immediately asked Huang Ying to turn around and jump into the Water Ghost River!
The bloody water ghost is gone for the time being, so why not take advantage of this time to find the water ghost's real body? When else?
Chen Xin's idea was good, but he turned the entire bottom of the Water Ghost River near Sanshan Village upside down, but he still couldn't find the real body of the bloody disaster-level water ghost. Not only did he not find the bloody disaster-level water ghost, he also didn't find the real bodies of other water ghosts!

Five minutes later, when the blood disaster-level water ghost suddenly attacked, Chen Xin had to give up the search.

"Could it be that the real bodies of those water ghosts are not in the river?"

Chen Xin couldn't figure it out.

However, the situation of the blood disaster-level water ghost that followed made Chen Xin laugh.

That blood-level water ghost didn't even dare to show up in the river section within a hundred meters near Sanshan Village!

No matter how Huang Ying provoked on the shore, the bloody disaster just lurked and wandered under the river surface, like a cowardly hipster!

Who would have known that just by upgrading a house-protecting medicine, the problem of the entrance to the underworld that had not been solved for a long time would be half solved!
"But we still have to deal with that blood disaster-level water ghost. If we don't deal with it, it will still be a hidden danger."

After leaving the Shuigui River, Chen Xin began to place his Yinshuai-level magic objects one by one into the town of Sanshan Village.

"I don't know how long it will take to create the next underworld-level talisman."

After observing the progress of several talismans, Chen Xin asked Huang Ying to climb up along the wood around Sanshan Village to the side of the half-body shadow on the top.

Huang Ying stretched out his hand and passed through the shadow's body without any reaction.

It seems that it is just a phantom.

After thinking about it, Chen Xin still didn't let Huang Ying show his palm. He was afraid that it would trigger the 'Chisha' and Huang Ying would be blown up!
"According to the situation just now, Sanshan Village is still nearly 200 meters away from the Shuigui River. In other words, the effective range of 'Chisha' should be 200 meters around the center of the house-guarding medicine. I don't know if this range is the same as the defense range of the house-guarding medicine, or if it is fixed at 200 meters."

Chen Xin made a guess about the new ability of the house-warding medicine, but because there were no other underworld-level house-warding medicines for comparison, Chen Xin did not want to dismantle the existing house-warding medicines, so the scope of the house-warding medicine "Chisha" would have to wait for further testing in the future.

It's not that important.

Chen Xin took a look at the "Compendium of Town Objects".

The Yinde point, which had already bottomed out, broke through another thousand points after the previous wave of "fish fry" and reached 1275 points.

"It would be great if I could actively control where 'Chisha' hits. This way, I can blast the Water Ghost River from time to time. I can get at least hundreds of Yinde points each time."

Chen Xin thought greedily.

After withdrawing his gaze from Sanshan Village, Chen Xin took another look at the source of the several hundred points of Yinde that had suddenly appeared.

Sure enough, it came from the Public Opinion Survey Bureau, and from Wangpen!

By looking back, Chen Xin saw the scene over there.

The people from the Public Opinion Bureau are using a Wangpan to deal with a sneaky thing near a Yinming Crack.

It was a tunnel. More than a dozen people from the Public Opinion Survey Bureau each held a steam basin. They let the smoke from the basin fill the tunnel, while reaching into the basin to grab ashes with sparks and sprinkle them into the tunnel.

Then, little by little, all the sneaky guys in the tunnel were forced to the middle of the tunnel.

Then the Wang Pen was smashed out, and the ashes directly burned dozens of ghosts and their bodies. At the same time, the Wang Pen was also destroyed.

"The polling bureau wants to use the Wangpan but doesn't want to keep it?"

Chen Xin felt helpless when watching the scene of the Wangpan being smashed at the end.

Although the Public Opinion Bureau has not yet let down its guard against talismans, it has at least begun to use them to deal with existing sneaky situations, which is a good sign.

Just when Chen Xin was looking forward to the future when the Public Opinion Bureau would popularize talismans and earn tens of thousands of points of good karma every day, there was a knock on the door.

It’s Li Ruonan.

"time to eat."

"it is good!"

After Chen Xin returned to Lingyuan City, he never cooked for himself and always ate at Li Ruonan's house.

"Chen Xin, are you going to Mubei City with Ruonan in a few days?"

After dinner, Li Xiangyi, who was sitting in the living room, asked.

"Yes."

"Well, that's good. It's nice to have a companion. Things have been...not so peaceful lately."

Li Xiangyi's exclamation made Chen Xin raise his eyebrows.

"What does Uncle Li mean?"

Li Xiangyi glanced at Chen Xin, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke.

"I was on duty at the bureau during the Chinese New Year and was chatting with someone, and I learned something."

"Fifty to sixty people died during the New Year in Lingyuan City. They did not die of natural causes or old age, but died in accidents."

"Seven people died in car accidents alone. Although car accidents happen every day in the city, it is rare for car accidents to occur multiple times in the same way at the same location."

"In addition to car accidents, there are also people who drowned, jumped from buildings, and were accidentally caught in meat grinders. These are also accidents, but the strange thing is that these are not isolated cases. At least two people died in each type of accident."

"If there's nothing in this..."

Li Xiangyi shook his head.

"I don't believe it."

After listening to this, Chen Xin knew that these things were most likely supernatural events. However, supernatural events that occurred in the city, which resulted in the deaths of many people, should have been dealt with, so Chen Xin didn't need to worry about them.

However, Chen Xin always felt that what Li Xiangyi said to him was not just a simple chat.

"Chen Xin, I remember you said that your uncle works at the Public Opinion Survey Bureau?"

Chen Xin's doubts had just arisen for a short time when they were answered by Li Xiangyi. Looking at Li Xiangyi, Chen Xin understood.

I'm afraid Li Xiangyi has already known something about the Public Opinion Survey Bureau.

This made Chen Xin have many guesses in his mind.

Before this, let alone small cadres like Li Xiangyi, even the middle-level cadres might not know about the Public Opinion Survey Bureau.

Apart from anything else, it is impossible for rich second-generation families like Ji Mo and Bai Yongnian to have no official background and acquaintances, but when they encounter supernatural events, they still look for fortune tellers, which is enough to explain something.

Now Li Xiangyi knows the three words "Public Opinion Survey Bureau", which seems to foreshadow some very simple truths.

The Poll Bureau is not going to hide it anymore, or rather, it can no longer hide it.

The reason why it can no longer be hidden is probably related to the increasing number of supernatural events.

After figuring it out, Chen Xin nodded to Li Xiangyi.

"Yes, my uncle works in the Public Opinion Bureau."

Li Xiangyi leaned forward slightly.

"Chen Xin, do you know the details of the Public Opinion Survey Bureau? For example, what does your uncle do for a living?"

Chen Xin looked at Li Xiangyi, his heart moved, then he pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice.

"Uncle Li, you may not believe it if I tell you."

Li Xiangyi's eyes lit up and he leaned forward.

"What do you think."

"My uncle...is a ghost catcher!"

Even though Li Xiangyi was prepared, he was still shocked by Chen Xin's answer.

“This ghost…”

"That's the ghost you were thinking of, Uncle Li!"

Chen Xin glanced at Aunt Zhang in the kitchen and Li Ruonan who had not left her bedroom, and whispered:

"Uncle Li, Ruonan actually encountered a ghost before! Not only her, but also Wu Mengmeng who suddenly disappeared before. I asked my uncle later, and they were actually related to supernatural events! It's just a coincidence that they are blessed with good fortune!"

As soon as these words came out, Li Xiangyi's face turned ugly.

After a long while, he asked hopefully, "Chen Xin, since your uncle is a ghost catcher, then, does he have…"

Li Xiangyi spoke hesitantly, and Chen Xin took over the topic directly upon seeing this.

"Uncle Li, are you talking about the thing that protects us from being harassed by ghosts?"

"Yep!"

Li Xiangyi's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.

"Chen Xin, please ask your uncle for me. If there are any, I'm willing to spend money to buy some and put them at home. Money is not a problem. I can take out 100,000 or 80,000!"

Chen Xin looked at Li Xiangyi and saw that he had plenty of money, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Eighty thousand or one hundred thousand... should be enough to invite Chai Ruobing, the rookie fortune teller, to help out once or twice.

Chen Xin did not tell Li Xiangyi this cruel reality, but asked Li Xiangyi to wait.

Two minutes later, Chen Xin came back with a bag in his hand.

Li Xiangyi wondered why Chen Xin came here with his schoolbag instead of using his cell phone to call his uncle.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Chen Xin take out a few things from his bag.

A bloody rooster stone sculpture only the size of two palms and three copper coins tied with five-colored ropes.

"Chen Xin, what are you doing..."

Chen Xin smiled and said, "Uncle Li, this is the kind of thing you were talking about!"

"Ok?"

Li Xiangyi's hand, which was about to touch him, suddenly retracted and he stared at Chen Xin with wide eyes.

"You said, this, this is it?"

"Correct!"

Chen Xin pointed at two things and explained their functions to Li Xiangyi.

After hearing about their functions, Li Xiangyi's face was full of excitement.

"Chen Xin, these are all given to you by your uncle?"

Chen Xin nodded, and then showed the talisman money he had specially hung around his waist.

"My uncle gave me a lot, so I'll give these to Uncle Li."

"No, no, this is not okay. Your uncle gave it to you... Well, tell your uncle and I'll pay for it."

Li Xiangyi quickly refused.

Chen Xin smiled.

"Uncle Li, it's really not necessary. My uncle holds a high position in the Public Opinion Bureau. He would bring some back from time to time. If I hadn't told him not to take too much, I'm afraid the amount of these things would have doubled!"

"Besides, I won't need these when I go to school. I wanted to give them to you last time, Uncle Li, but I was in a hurry to leave and forgot about it."

Listening to Chen Xin's words and looking at Chen Xin's sincere look.

Li Xiangyi opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to do.

(End of this chapter)