Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Fu Kuan's black thread crawling on the vine.

"How can I remember what was said at that time, you have said so much to me, I will be a ghost if I can remember!"

"I said at the time that there seemed to be a village in the east where everyone could embroider."

"what?"

Fu Kuan was stunned.

He didn't remember Yan Ru saying that to him.

"And the flowers they embroider are all unicorns."

"This...you told me?"

"That's right, this village is very old. I've been there once, have you forgotten?"

"I've forgotten it all."

Fu Kuan smiled awkwardly, a little embarrassed.

"It's harmless, I think this thing has something to do with that village, because the unicorn is embroidered on the white mask, I always think it's very similar to the craftsmanship of the villagers in that village! Even, I vaguely feel that I'm in I saw something exactly like this thing in that village!"

"Fucking old Yan, you have to be responsible for what you say!"

Zhou Changsheng yelled in surprise.

"I just have a vague feeling, and I'm not sure."

"it is good!"

Fu Kuan patted the vine and fell straight down.

"It seems that it has been confirmed."

He looked into Yan Rushi's eyes, and his heart was full of joy.

"Fu Dui, why did you come down? The corpse has not been inspected yet!"

Zhou Changsheng was a little upset.

"You want to die?"

"I do not want."

"Then use the tools honestly."

"tool?"

Zhou Changsheng was very puzzled.

"That's right, it's this little guy."

Fu Kuan patted the vine again, and with a thought, the vine immediately flew towards the corpse above their heads.

The vine was very dexterous, and with a slight wave of the branches, it had already taken off the mask on the corpse's face.

"good stuff."

Yan Rushi stepped forward, looked at the mask in Fu Kuan's hand, and couldn't help sighing.

"Look at each stitch, each thread, is exquisite and impeccable!"

"I said you two should calm down and take a look at this corpse."

Zhou Changsheng raised his head in a daze.

"So young?"

Fu Kuan was stunned for a second.

He originally thought that this corpse was also a middle-aged man, but it was obviously a young man!
A few people still put their eyes on the unicorn mask. As for the corpse, they couldn't see it clearly, and they didn't want to see it.

Lian was still in a coma, showing no sign of waking up.

Jiu Di and the others also listened to Fu Kuan and Yan Ru talking about the events at that time, and even forgot that they were still in the tomb.

Several people laughed and sighed for a while, which made Zhou Changsheng very puzzled.

In the tomb, Fu Kuan is probably the only one who can be so casual!

But at this moment, a mutation appeared in the corpse!

"Pay... pay the team..."

"what happened again?"

"This... that... that corpse, opened its eyes!"

"What if you open your eyes... What! Open your eyes?"

Fu Kuan's heartbeat stopped for a beat, and he looked directly above his head.

Sure enough, the corpse was hanging in the sky staring at them.

And this pose is weird.

The corpse was lying flat, and there was no sign of falling. The two of them seemed to be separated by a layer of time and space.

"This... when did it open?"

"I don't know, I didn't have it just now, I just looked up and opened it!"

Zhou Changsheng spoke incoherently.

He knew that even this paper man could not draw eyes, let alone a corpse!
This is obviously a corpse change!

"Fu team, what should we do?"

"Soldiers come to block the water and cover them with soil, what are you afraid of!"

Fu Kuan handed the unicorn mask to Yan Rushi, and he himself took out the broken stick.

"Break it for me!"

He threw it over his head suddenly, and the broken stick flew towards the corpse.

"Snapped!"

The front end of the broken stick touched the corpse.

But in the next second, Fu Kuan regretted it.

Because the corpse fell straight down.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

"hiss--"

Everyone pouted.

It was a bit too tragic.

Fu Kuan took back the broken stick, feeling a little embarrassed.

How can he feel sorry for breaking into someone's house by himself and letting him fall so badly.

"Fu Dui, you little stick, you really mean something like that!"

"What's the meaning."

"I mean, this thing of yours can really break everything?"

"No, it's just to deal with ghosts."

Fu Kuan smiled, and put the broken stick back.

"You are me and I am you."

A muffled voice stunned everyone.

"Who will speak?"

Fu Kuan asked immediately.

Because of this voice, it was a little strange.

"Old Yan?"

"It's not me. I've been working on this mask all this time."

"Old Zhou?"

"I'm in front of you, I said nothing, can't you hear it? And it's not my voice."

Zhou Changsheng had black lines all over his head.

"Old Wang...Jiu Di? Shi Lei?"

The other three shook their heads.

He fixed his eyes on Lian.

"I said Fu Dui, this is a male voice, and Lian is still in a coma, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Changsheng straightened Fu Kuan's body with his hands.

Fu Kuan's eyes were cloudy.

"You are me...I am...you!"

This time, they heard clearly.

It was the sound from that corpse!

"It's... a corpse!"

Zhou Changsheng turned around tremblingly. As expected, the corpse was slowly standing up!

There were endless crackling sounds, and the corpse's body was extremely stiff, and the recovery at this time was also creepy.

Fu Kuan blocked everyone behind him and stood up directly.

He showed his broken stick and threw it again violently.

"Ghosts, monsters, goblins, break them!"

He shouted angrily, and the speed of the broken stick seemed to have sped up a bit.

But the next second, he was dumbfounded.

Because a small wooden staff also appeared in the corpse's hand, and it also attacked Fu Kuan in the next second!

Fu Kuan couldn't dodge in time, and took such a blow abruptly!
"This is... the same wooden staff! Pay the team!"

Zhou Changsheng cried out.

Fu Kuan picked up the wooden stick on the ground and took a look, hey, what a coincidence, isn't this his own broken stick?

But look at the wooden stick in the corpse's hand, which is exactly the same as the one in his hand.

"Could it be that there are two identical wands on this broken staff? It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

Fu Kuan had a bitter expression on his face. He never thought that such a probability of almost one in a billion would be met by him.

"You are me and I am you."

From the mouth of the corpse, a hoarse sound came out again.

"Noisy!"

Fu Kuan didn't want to delay any longer, so he stretched out his palm directly.

Unexpectedly, the corpse also made the same movement.

Seeing this, the rest of the people couldn't help backing away again and again.

"Why is the movement of this corpse exactly the same as that of Fu Dui?"

"I've heard that there is a kind of ghost that is good at imitating..."

"Old Yan, this is an ancient corpse..."