Little Cthulhu [Quick Transmigration]

"Boom... boom..."

It was Qin Yu's regular and steady heartbeat.

He moved his fingertips slightly, and patted the back of the kid's hand, while observing Boss Yan who was holding a knife——

The other party is obviously insane now, unable to see things, walked around the house, the knife passed in front of Wen Yang, and finally stopped by the bed.

Wen Yang also has a way to hide his breath.

Boss Yan's shadow melted into the darkness, making a rustling sound, and then there was a gleam of light, and those blacks were forced to retreat.

It was Qin Yufang's amulet, which was triggered.

With this inconspicuous light, the two people and one ghost in the room finally saw clearly that Boss Yan's shadow had disappeared, his back was slightly bent, and blurry figures were overlapping on his back, holding the Take a kitchen knife.

"Parents, father-in-law, wives and daughters, workers..." Qin Yu counted silently, squeezed a little sneer from his nasal cavity, and saw the little ghost looked up blankly, without explanation.

He thought that Boss Yan had raised something extraordinary... Unexpectedly, he actually lost more than a dozen lives for the sake of money, power and status, no wonder he dared to invite Layman Tan.

Some were killed by their own hands, some were backlashed to die for him after raising ghosts, and some were implicated as sacrifices... After death, they will be imprisoned in his shadow to survive for his glory and wealth.

He can't hold back.

The knife meets the straw, but it makes a numbing sound like an iron tool cutting through flesh and bones——Qin Yu's stand-in has done everything.

The one who accepts this scene the best is the little ghost. He doesn't understand, but he sees the opponent vigorously chopping with a kitchen knife, and straws fly and chicken blood splatters everywhere.

Boss Yan kept waving his arms tirelessly, and the iron bed was almost smashed, not to mention the scarecrow. He was holding a knife stained with chicken blood, and he made a "ho ho" sound from his throat.

Next to Wen Yang, who was holding his face, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly posted a post, his calm face changed.

At the same time, Qin Yu covered the kid's eyes,

His eyelashes blinked curiously, making him itchy, but he stared at Boss Yan.

"That... what?" Wen Yang said unconsciously, as if frozen.

Boss Yan was eaten.

Literally, he was eaten by himself. To be precise, he was eaten by the undead parasitized on him. He could still feel the pain, howling in pain and fear, while eating deliciously.

Qin Yu watched helplessly again as a person slowly grew out of the fuzzy mass of flesh and dark shadow.

Boss Yan was lying there covered in blood.

"Ha..." Qin Yu exhaled, and let go of the hand that he had unconsciously exerted too much force just now, and the little ghost floated out of his arms.

And Wen Yang almost fell limply on the ground, looking out of focus at the things growing out of the flesh, looking at other things through Boss Yan, unconsciously panting with his mouth open—like a dying fish.

Qin Yu frowned, this scene was...a bit scary, but Wen Yang has been in contact with this kind of thing, so it shouldn't be such an overreaction.

"What's the matter, Qin?" The kid pushed him, "You're sweating."

He looked closely at Boss Yan, and said, "This man... stinks... Qin, do you think he knows that what he fears has already grown in his body?"

"Stay away from him!"

Qin Yu said suddenly, the stone in his hand went out and grazed the side of the little ghost's face, hitting the hand protruding from Boss Yan's belly, making a burning sound.

The little ghost was startled and floated to the side.

The hand was stopped, and the best time to catch the kid was missed. It only brushed his ankle and disappeared into the air.

"He doesn't know." Qin Yu simply took the little ghost back into his arms with one hand and pressed it down: "Ansheng stay here."

His tone was flat, but his eyes were cold, looking at the ground and the enemies who were spying from nowhere.

Come grab it if you have the ability.

He approached Boss Yan and made a rough check. He was still breathing, but just passed out, with only facial sores on his body, and no wound left.

But what caught his attention was that Boss Yan had a string of Buddhist beads hanging in his hand, and the centerpiece was a relic... This kind of good thing, no wonder it can last until now with all its debts.

Wen Yang looked at him, and he had returned to his usual appearance: "A person like you actually cares about Boss Yan's life?"

"how come?"

Qin Yu answered him this time, smiled, let go of the bracelet, while exerting force on his hand, with the sound of burning, a smell of roasted flesh came out.

He raised his hand, and the spell drawn on his palm was disappearing, while the blood-red mark on Boss Yan's skin disappeared after a few minutes.

"Qin, what is this?" the kid asked while hugging his neck.

"The spell for finding things." Qin Yu stood up. A cautious businessman like Boss Yan, who also believed in ghosts and fortunetelling, couldn't possibly be ignorant of the things in the basement.

If there is indeed a connection, next time it appears, this spell can sense the location of that thing.

But this kind of thing is different from ordinary grievances. It is not something that people like Boss Yan can control. Compared with ghosts, they are more evil gods.

What did Boss Yan use to make a deal with this thing this time?

Loved ones, loved ones, friends...he has nothing left.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and...the woman and Chang Hui who died tragically this year, and maybe Zhou Zhou who died unexpectedly, but as far as contact is concerned, Boss Yan didn't know Zhou Zhou's existence.

"Move Boss Yan to the sofa."

After Qin Yu finished speaking to Wen Yang, he took the kid up the stairs, and at the same time called the funeral parlor to confirm that there was no problem for the time being, and then called Qin Zijie after the call.

"Boss, you called just in time. I found something and sent it to your mailbox!"

Qin Zijie's voice came out of the phone, distorted in the current sound.

Qin Yu gave a "hmm" and said, "Remember not to go out tonight, and don't leave the safety talisman."

After the little ghost disappeared, he came here in a hurry, and didn't have time to re-check the layout of 707, but Qin Zijie was upright and had amulets, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

"Got it, boss, is there anything else I can do?" Qin Zijie asked.

Qin Yu paused for a while: "Not yet, I'll go back with the kid after I've dealt with it, and we'll discuss it later."

"OK!"

Qin Yu hung up the phone and checked the mailbox while walking.

There are pictures and text, he glanced at it, two things.

One is that in the deleted SMS records, Officer Li received a large transfer in May.

The other thing is that Sunshine Construction Group's construction site was initially suspended because something unlucky was dug up. The specifics were unknown, and the news was very well covered up.

Glancing at the time.

Police officer Li's collection of money should have something to do with his death.

And the second thing that Qin Yu was very concerned about was that from the point of view of time, it was after the things were dug up that women began to die continuously.

Could the thing that was fighting with him for the kid be related to this?

He didn't have time to think about it for the time being, so he could only suppress his doubts and glance at the time.

It's currently 10:30pm.

The little ghost grabbed him: "Go to the funeral parlor, what are you doing?"

"From the point of view just now, Boss Yan should be able to suppress those things during the day, and there is still a possibility of deceiving him, but..." Qin Yu explained, "Since the thing that has been watching his son is on him, it is safe to transfer it again. "

"What if he wakes up again?" the kid asked.

"The appetite for those things has been temporarily satisfied, and they should not come out. The things I put on him can also be temporarily suppressed."

After talking, he saw the bodyguards and subordinates waiting outside. Qin Yu explained the situation a little bit, only saying that the problem was solved and Boss Yan was inside.

He thought for a while and asked, "What did your boss tell you just now?"

The bodyguards waiting at the gate of the manor all knew him and knew that he was the master invited by the big boss. Hearing this, they looked at each other for a while, and one of them said: "The boss suddenly got out of the car, saying that he was still worried, and he was going in. We follow."

"Okay." Qin Yu said, "One person will take me to the funeral home, and the others will go in and look after your boss."

When sitting in the car, it is considered to be able to rest for a while.

Seeing Qin Yu's eyes closed and looking a little tired, the kid obediently didn't bother him.

Qin's eyelashes are so long, and the ends of his eyes are a little upturned, like... ah yes, like a butterfly's slender tail, which makes people dazzled in spring.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Yu didn't open his eyes.

He asked that, and the kid told the truth.

Qin Yu chuckled, and raised his eyelids, his black pupils reflected the dim light in the car: "What a rotten metaphor."

"And it's summer."

"It looks good." The little ghost insisted, and then he was surprised when he found something, "Qin, why did you change the wooden hairpin?"

"This..." he leaned closer to smell it, "it doesn't smell fragrant."

"Yeah." Qin Yu did change it. The original one was made of peach wood, engraved with the nine-character mantra "Everyone who faces a battle will march forward in formation", has been incensed, and has some magic power.

He gave it to Qin Zijie.

For some reason, he always had a bad premonition in his heart, and he always trusted his intuition, so he reminded him again and again.

The funeral parlor is on the outskirts of the city, and only the night watchmen are left at night. The surrounding area is very deserted, and the car lights and the small yellow lights pulled out by wires at the door are all the light sources.

But the funeral home staff who had said on the phone waiting at the door were not there.

Qin Yu called the other party.

It took a few seconds for the other party to answer, there was still the sound of unlocking the door, probably without looking at the phone, he answered directly: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Qin Yu." Qin Yu said, "We're here."

There was a moment of silence on the other side: "..."

With the sound of the phone falling to the ground, someone asked, "What's wrong?"

The voice was far and near, but very familiar.

"Dudu..."

The phone was hung up.

Qin Yu's face became ugly, he was played by someone, it was clearly his voice, it should be familiar.

He didn't have time to explain, the kid knew what he was going to do this time, so he consciously grabbed him with his hands.

A piece of talisman paper was pasted on the heavy wooden door, and Qin Yu quickly chanted the talisman.

"……break!"

The door lock was disconnected with the sound, and the spell turned into flying smoke. The bodyguard was dumbfounded, and just wanted to say something, but Qin Yu didn't turn his head back and walked inside, so he had to follow.

The night lights inside are all voice-activated, turning on and off with the steps of several people.

"what!!!"

A terrified scream sounded from the other end, Qin Yu frowned, and the kid suddenly said, "Qin, you're not over there."

He hesitated for a while, then pointed in another direction: "I smell that thing."

"Help—help—"

The distorted cry for help kept ringing out.

Qin Yu gritted his teeth, and rushed towards the direction the little ghost pointed, until the end was a storage room-like place.

When he opened the lock with a talisman, he felt something pressing against the door.

Qin Yu took a step back, the door was pushed open with a creak, and a "corpse" fell in front of him, and looking inside...the walls were splattered with blood.

Qin Yu could feel that he was still breathing, but if he was a minute late, he would be dead.

He almost emptied a bottle of morning dew, and then said to the frightened bodyguard behind him, "Have you ever learned first aid?"

"I have learned." The bodyguard said subconsciously.

"Then hurry up." Qin Yu handed the phone to the kid, "Zhou Zhou, call the ambulance."

At this time, he calmed down instead, walking to the side of the bed covered with white cloth, and lifted the white cloth with one hand, revealing a rotten, lifeless corpse——

It was Boss Yan's son.

When the emergency center answered the phone, Zhou Zhou put the phone to his ear.

Qin Yu took a deep breath, and while talking about the location and situation, he set up a spiritual formation next to the corpse.

"...Called." The last word fell, and there was no change in the surroundings.

It's like this again, the same as the owner of 707, Zhou Zhou's parents and brother.

Even though he just died, he couldn't summon his soul at all.

What exactly took them away?

The ones raised by Boss Yan are temporarily sealed, and it is impossible to rush here in a short time.

Either Wen Yang and that female ghost, or the thing that robbed Zhou Zhou.

Just as Qin Yu hung up the phone, the phone rang again. It was Qin Zijie. He answered the phone, and the honest voice of a middle-aged man was on the opposite side.

"Hello, is this Mr. Qin Yu?" The other side was very noisy, it seemed to be a hospital, "Your friend passed out at home, so I took it to the hospital."

"The other party has been looking for you."

"We are in xxx hospital."

"I'll go over, please take care of it first." Qin Yu's voice was calm, and the veins in his hands were tense.