Immersive ghost hunting

If so, then he regretted it, regretted why he didn't deal with Pan Zhuohua so hard just now.

"Take root?" Qu Yibai asked.

"Yes, rooting." Ye Silong met Qu Yibai's eyes directly.

"what is that?"

"That is the foundation and root of a person's personality. Without roots, that person is incomplete. It can be said that he... is not a human being." Ye Silong lowered his eyes.

"Oh." Qu Yibai seemed to understand, "Then everyone can take root?"

Jack interrupted at this moment, "No, if this is the case, wouldn't the human world become a slaughterhouse for the messengers of the underworld?"

That's true, if that's the case, who would be willing to work for Mingjun, just go to the human world and get his roots.

"Believe it or not, if you say half of what you say, I'll beat you to death?" Ye Silong said.

"I believe, absolutely." Jack held up three fingers, "Using other people's roots to preserve the soul of the undead, generally requires people with the gods of light, fortune, and magpie."

"The specific method?" Qu Yibai's eyes seemed to say that I'm going to beat you to death.

Jack hurriedly continued: "The specific method is to kill people with such a fate and then absorb their souls, but some cruel spirits may strip their souls. This method is very dangerous, because it is easy to be ordered by God. It is counterproductive, but the advantage is that it is fast, and the battle is resolved quickly."

After speaking, Jack added again: "Undead kills, usually by possessing, or manipulating some objects, smashing people to death, and so on. Okay, I'm done."

Qu Yibai grasped another important point, "According to you, there are very few people who have the fate of the God of Light, the God of Lu, and the God of Magpie. If they were brutally killed by undead or fierce spirits, would Mingjun know?"

Tammy said: "Yes, I must know that people with these three fates are usually the ones we focus on protecting."

Ye Silong really wanted to blurt out a sentence, so what kind of god is Qu Yibai?

Qu Yibai continued: "In other words, do you know who Pan Zhuohua took root for?"

Tony said, "Master Ming knows."

"Are you there?" The shopkeeper followed them almost to the end of the alley.

Ye Silong nodded, "Here we are."

When everyone was about to turn over the window and go in, Ye Silong suddenly stopped, "Wait, something came."

It's things, not people.

Qu Yibai also felt an unusual aura.

"Is it Huadan?" He asked.

Ye Silong walked back to the gate, "It's hard to say." He moved his finger, and the lock fell to the ground with a "ding" like a decoration.

He looked around and said, "Go in and have a look."

The shop owner's hair was wet all over his face, the hair oil had long since disappeared, and the whole person looked like he had been fished out of a glue bucket.

"I, I, I, I, oh, oh--"

"Don't be noisy." Qu Yibai walked in, and the few flower umbrellas that were placed in the corner were gone.

After looking around for a week, he soon found something more on the window sill, which was the same as what he had seen at Mrs. Zhang's house - a radio with a broken antenna.

"Go and open it." Ye Silong motioned to Qu Yibai.

"it is good."

Tony thought, when he passed this hurdle, he must remind Qu Yibai to buy some mints to moisturize his throat, it must be bad for his wife to control her throat tightly.

Qu Yibai pressed the button of the radio, twisted the knob, and the sound of the radio began to come out, followed by some strange sounds.

All the people and ghosts in the room listened with bated breath, their voices were irregular but very feminine.

"Sound of water?" Qu Yibai asked a little uncertainly.

"It sounds a bit like it." Ye Silong stared at the radio, there were some indistinct crashing sounds in the sound of water, gurgling, a bit like the choking sound of a person who fell into the water.

"Are they in the water?" Qu Yibai said.

Ye Silong's heart twitched, "Small pond? The place protected by Mr. He." The place where he fell into the pond and was rescued.

Jack said, "They've been hiding there?"

"Let's go! Go and have a look first." Ye Silong waved his hands behind his back.

"I, I, I, I will stay here." The owner said.

"Whatever you want, just don't be afraid." Ye Silong glanced back at him.

Don't be afraid to go out!He was just a trembling worker, except for occasionally offering sacrifices to the undead and cleaning up the mess left by his ancestors.

The shopkeeper nodded hurriedly, "It's okay, just let me bear it alone."

Ye Silong smiled dryly, and went out with Qu Yibai without saying anything.

The wind outside was a bit strong, and Qu Yibai's voice increased a little, "With the protection of He Gong and He Po, can Pan Zhuohua not be found?"

Ye Silong also increased the volume, "It is reasonable to say that, but if Huadan is there, she may be in more pain. After all, she belongs to the underworld. There is no malice, but due to the instinct of the enchantment, Hua Dan should still suffer some damage."

"I feel that Huadan really likes the painter." Tony said with some melancholy.

"Yeah." Tammy gave him a sideways look.

Jack looked at the two of them with an indescribable...strange smell?

They quickened their pace and walked out of the pond. Sure enough, they could see a red oil-paper umbrella floating on the gurgling river from a distance.

The umbrella trembled with the water waves raised by the wind, wantonly and relieved.

When they got closer, they realized that there was still a person under the umbrella, and that person was floating on the surface of the water as if lying in the Dead Sea, with a look of falling asleep.

"It's the painter!" Tony recognized him.

Ye Silong and Qu Yibai wanted to jump into the water to pull the artist back, but suddenly a big hand like a Buddha slowly rose from the bottom of the water, lifted the artist and the umbrella, and sent it to the clean concrete floor beside him. .

"It turns out that there really is He Gong He Po!" Ye Silong said.

"Didn't you know it before?" Qu Yibai looked at the person on the ground.

"Really seeing and hearing what others say are two different things." Ye Silong walked to the side of the painter.

At this time, two vague figures appeared beside the two standing stone tablets, and JTT bowed indirectly, "Hello, father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Ye Silong also hurriedly took Qu Yibai's hand and bowed ninety degrees, "Hello, father-in-law and mother-in-law."

"I remember you." It was an old woman's voice, with a kind smile, said: "I saved you before!"

"My grandma told me, thank you mother-in-law." Ye Silong bowed slightly, his nasal cavity suddenly felt a little sore.

Qu Yibai also echoed, "Thank you mother-in-law."

After the mother-in-law covered her mouth and smiled, she shook her hands at the figure next to her, "Okay, we've been watching him for several days, and it's time for you to take them back to solve the matter."

"Thank you, father-in-law and mother-in-law." This time it was Qu Yibai's voice.

The two figures had a meal together, and then politely made a song in the direction of Qu Yibai, "No need to say that."

Ye Silong naturally noticed something unusual, but he didn't ask anything, and after He Gong and He Po disappeared, he yelled at Qu Yibai, "Hey, come here quickly, and take them back."

Qu Yibai came over and picked up the painter without saying a word, while Ye Silong put away his umbrella and patted it lightly, "What is Sisi, right? Go back and tell us what's going on."

"..." Umbrella suppressed the urge to open it, and swallowed dumbly.

When they finished tossing and tossing, it was almost dawn, Ye Silong's eyes were bloodshot, and Qu Yibai looked the same as usual.

Seeing the shopkeeper lying soundly asleep by the corner, Ye Silong became angry, walked over and kicked him.

"!!!" The shopkeeper bounced up two feet high, "Who?!"

"Your grandfather." Ye Silong squatted beside him, "The painter is back, come and listen to the story together."

When the owner saw that it was Ye Silong, he immediately relaxed. He rubbed his eyes, "Oh."

But what stories does he listen to, he is not Zhao Peng, nor is he a book writer, this person is too much.

Ye Silong walked to the sofa and sat with Qu Yibai.

"Started?" Qu Yibo asked

"En." A thin layer of blue light appeared in the palm of Ye Silong's palm, and he threw it into the air, and a mask like mist appeared.

"what is this?"

"The one who protects the soul during the day, Huadan will come out later, in case the sun will hurt her, put a protective cover on her." Ye Silong explained, and said: "Then Sisi, come out."

It's not that he's rude, but that he really forgot his last name.

"It's Liu Sisi." Qu Yibai reminded.

Ye Silong coughed lightly, "Liu Sisi, come out."

Tony stepped forward and whispered in their ears, "Her name is Chen Sisi."

Qu Yibai coughed lightly.

"Okay, I heard everything." A clear female voice like an oriole appeared.

Ye Silong sat upright, "Sister Sisi."

Qu Yibai: "?"

Chen Sisi sat on the sofa surrounded by a protective cover, "Young Master Qu, long time no see."

Sure enough, Chen Sisi recognized Qu Yibai, and Ye Silong smiled wryly in his heart.

Qu Yibai was not too surprised, he just said indifferently: "You know me?"

"It's all just met a few times." Chen Sisi replied with a smile, "I know what you want to ask, but I think you should have the answer in your heart, right?"

"Nothing." Ye Silong looked up at Chen Sisi.

Chen Sisi: "..."

"Pan Zhuohua and He Nian, what is going on now, and there is a younger fierce spirit, what is the relationship with Pan Zhuohua? Why do you know that He Nian, the painter, was the murderer of Mr. Qu in his previous life?"

Qu Yibai added: "One more thing, do you know that your brother has been looking for you for many years?"

Chen Sisi took the lead in answering the latter, "I know. Later, he was bewitched by Pan Zhuohua and changed people's lives everywhere. In fact, he was looking for someone with divine destiny for Pan Zhuohua."

Ye Silong continued to ask: "Then did he find it later?"

Chen Sisi's face seemed a bit difficult, "Young Master Qu, you are originally the destiny of God of Prosperity. But due to backlash, Pan Zhuohua only got half of it, so it can be said that my senior brother has been looking for me all these years. The other half of Mr. Qu's soul."