Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

What the old man said next shocked Fu Kuan a little.

"This ancient book is a treasure."

"Baby? Old man...Are you serious?"

In fact, Fu Kuan has always believed that this ancient god's body-strengthening secret technique is not as real as the one that Qiu Muxue gave him to strengthen his body.

After all, he has been practicing this ancient book, but his body has not changed substantially.

The most obvious one, he can naturally feel it.

"I'm serious, can I still lie to you? Boy, are you really willing to give me this ancient book?"

Fu Kuan didn't answer, but just nodded.

The joy on the old man's face was self-evident, and Shangguan Hai also stared at Fu Kuan suspiciously.

He always felt that Fu Kuan's handwriting this time was a bit big.

"Okay! If that's the case, you can accept the spiritual object. I think it's very accurate. You guys should be the ones I'm waiting for!"

But just as the words fell, a baby's crying sound came from a distance.

Fu Kuan listened intently, and it really was the cry of a baby.

He turned his head and gave Shangguan Hai a wink.

Shangguan Hai naturally also heard this strange sound.

"Yes, behind us..."

The two looked back at the same time, there was nothing but a piece of grave!
Looking back again, the old man was no longer in front of him.

This……

The two were stunned for a while.

I listened carefully again, and there was nothing.

There was only the sound of a gust of wind blowing the treetops.

Immediately afterwards, there was a whimper, which was no longer the cry of a baby.

And the sound is very close to them, it should not exceed ten meters.

Fu Kuan suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Shangguan Hai whispered: "This... this old man also looks a little weird, this, can't it be his way?"

Fu Kuan shook his head.

How can it be!

They haven't noticed anything unusual all the time. It is indeed a bit scary to say that the two of them can be pulled into a cover without anyone noticing.

But all of this was beyond his expectation.

"Just wait and see what happens. This voice should be intended to scare people."

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Could it be that they are so naive to think that our inner defense is so vulnerable?"

Shangguan Hai smiled contemptuously, obviously not paying attention.

Fu Kuan stood up and searched carefully.

Nothing was found.

The sound also stopped abruptly.

Relying on his own feeling, he took a step towards the source of the sound.

"Fu Kuan!"

Shangguan Hai quickly grabbed Fu Kuan's arm.

Fu Kuan looked puzzled, Shangguan Hai shook his head lightly, signaling Fu Kuan not to act rashly.

"It should be fine. Don't we see enough of this kind of thing?"

He took another step, and the next second, the soil on a grave in front of him loosened!
"This……"

Fu Kuan took a step back and stared at the grave bag.

The tomb in front of him was low, not even half the height of a person.

But the soil on the top of the mound seemed to be breaking through.

The two held their breaths for fear of disturbing the silent environment.

There was another gust of wind, and Fu Kuan felt that there seemed to be a little fragrance in the wind.

As for what it was, he couldn't tell.

It was a bit like perfume, but his instinct told him that it could never be perfume.

Perfume, how could it have such a charming and chilling smell!
The only thing is that this perfume may be specially made.

But as soon as this idea appeared, Fu Kuan dismissed it.

He continued to stare at the grave bag with Shangguan Hai, and sure enough, the frequency of soil loosening began to increase gradually!

It seemed that at any moment, a withered hand would poke out from the grave!

"call--"

He took a deep breath, and a gust of wind blew again.

This time, the breath he smelled was stronger than before.

"This smell is not quite right."

"At least, it's not a perfume for women, it should be a fragrance."

Fu Kuan shrugged his nose vigorously, then he stared at the loose grave.

because.

The aroma seems to come from here!
"how can that be!"

Seeing Fu Kuan's gaze, Shangguan Hai also set his gaze on the grave bag.

Fu Kuan tightened his grip on the spiritual object in his hand.

"puff!"

In the next second, the grave bag exploded completely!

The movement of this grave bag is much bigger than Fu Kuan imagined!
A rotten wooden coffin appeared in front of the two of them.

There are also a bunch of weird patterns carved on the wooden coffin.

However, it has been a long time, and these patterns are also severely worn, and the color cannot be seen at all.

"Bah bah bah!"

Shangguan Hai spat out the dirt in his mouth with a disgusted expression on his face.

"What is this?"

He obviously hasn't reacted yet.

Fu Kuan also patted the dirt on his body, and directly bent down, looking at the coffin in front of him.

"It doesn't look like a coffin for a poor family, does it?"

"Well, although this kind of coffin is a wooden coffin, the patterns on it are very exquisite. Although they can't be seen clearly, the patterns must be made by the master, and the most important thing is the material of the wooden coffin. Rare wood, that would be interesting."

Fu Kuan jumped into the grave and touched the wooden coffin.

"Cold... with a hint of scorching heat!"

How could these two diametrically opposed feelings appear on the same coffin.

Fu Kuan quickly shook his hands, took a breath and placed his palms on the coffin again.

really.

In the cold, with a slight burning sensation!
It was the first time Fu Kuan experienced such a contradictory feeling.

He then understood that the cold feeling was directly passed into his body, the coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and this burning sensation was only a superficial feeling.

Shangguan Hai narrowed his eyes slightly and sniffed.

"The fragrance comes from this coffin."

"Could it be... there is still a thousand-year-old female corpse inside?"

"Maybe it's a female ghost?"

"What are you thinking, female ghost, will there be a scent?"

"uncertain."

After all, Shangguan Hai was a coffin bearer, and he did his part in terms of knowledge.

But Fu Kuan's words had some truth.

It is impossible for ordinary little ghosts to emit such a strange fragrance.

"Open the coffin?"

Fu Kuan asked cautiously.

In fact, this kind of matter still has to be decided by Shangguan Hai.

In fact, his research on Feng Shui is still not very thorough.

In terms of Feng Shui, there is a lot of attention, and these rules must not be broken!

Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be some bigger changes.

"If you open the coffin..."

Shangguan Hai fell into deep thought.

Fu Kuan leaned against the pit wall, quietly waiting for Shangguan Hai's decision.

And at this moment, a childish voice came into his ears.

"What are you doing here?"

Fu Kuan suddenly got goosebumps on his back!
someone!

Still a kid!