Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Fu Kuan smiled and took out a shovel from the space.

Tang Chuchu looked at it in a daze.

In fact, she always wanted to ask Fu Kuan how he did it.

But there has never been a suitable opportunity to speak, but now, she has it.

"Brother Fu, are you... magic?"

"magic."

Fu Kuan smiled, and handed the shovel directly to Tang Chuchu.

"Is this... digging a hole?"

"No, digging graves."

"Digging a grave?"

In the forest, a gust of wind blew through, making Tang Chuchu's face even paler.

"Yes, it's here."

Tang Chuchu never expected that Fu Kuan was actually looking for a grave bag when he walked around.

"Dig it out and you'll know. Dig it up. I still have to recover for a while."

After speaking, he took out a few pills and swallowed them.

Now his body does not allow him to do such hard work.

After all, if there is any danger, he is so weak, then the two of them will have to send a double kill.

Keep an eye on it, it's always right.

"alright."

Tang Chuchu gritted her teeth and spat, as if she had made a big decision.

She picked up the shovel and dug directly.

As shovel after shovel of dirt flew up, a small hole appeared beside Fu Kuan.

But no matter how Tang Chuchu dug, he couldn't see the coffin.

The grave bag here has never crawled out of the corpse, so there is no such thing as being destroyed.

Two hours later, Tang Chuchu was so exhausted that she sat in the pit and kept waving her hands.

"Brother Fu, I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it, this job is beyond my ability!"

Fu Kuan looked down at Tang Chuchu in the pit, his expression also changed.

It was so deep, at least two meters, but there was still no coffin.

"I come."

Fu Kuan took out something similar to a Luoyang shovel, and jumped directly into the pit.

Using his spiritual energy, he directly inserted the shovel into the soil.

However, it did not touch any hard objects.

In other words, an ordinary coffin was buried a full five meters deep.

This is impossible.

"Okay, you go up first."

After Fu Kuan sent Tang Chuchu up, he pasted a few talisman papers inside the grave.

"Brother Fu, what should we do now?"

"This tomb bag is very important, just pay attention to your surroundings and be careful."

Fu Kuan scratched his fingertips and wiped the four talisman papers.

The sound of "呲拉啦" sounded, and Fu Kuan jumped to the ground all of a sudden.

He quietly watched the changes in the grave, unmoved.

I saw a little bit of green liquid seeping out of the two-meter-deep pit.

Moreover, the speed of liquid penetration is constantly accelerating.

After a while, almost the entire pit has been filled.

"Brother Fu, what kind of liquid is this? It smells like a stench..."

Tang Chuchu covered her nose in disgust.

"hold on."

Fu Kuan's eyes gradually became sharper.

He didn't know if his approach was correct, but he had heard Zhang Lizi say such a thing before.

This practice is called sinking the tomb.

And these green liquids are called tomb water by them.

Yan Rushi naturally understood this point.

But he has never encountered such a situation.

It is still a bit rusty to operate now.

He frowned, the liquid had stopped penetrating, but there was still no reaction.

"Could it be that Mr. Zhang is lying to me?"

He squatted down puzzled.

But right now.

"boom!"

The sound of "哗啦啦" appeared.

The liquid in the pit dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then completely disappeared before the two of them.

In front of Fu Kuan, a bottomless pit appeared.

"This... is this the tomb?"

"A rather special tomb. Maybe the fog is related to this tomb."

Fu Kuan took out his flashlight and took a photo into the pit.

Can't see the bottom.

If you go on like this rashly, it won't work.

Even with the eyes of the sky, he couldn't see to the end.

This……

He was caught in a dilemma for a while.

"Are we going down?"

"Well, we must go down."

Fu Kuan smiled, a little helpless.

He threw a stone into the pit.

Can't hear any sound.

He replaced it with a larger stone.

But still no sound.

Even if he put his ears into the pit, there was no sound of any stone falling to the ground.

"This is strange."

The dragon diving rope was also broken, and it was impossible to go down with the rope.

What else is available to him now?

It seems to be gone.

In addition to the broken staff and the fixed silver fire.

He turned on the system and looked at the things in the mall.

Coincidentally, there is really no dragon diving rope.

But he found a substitute.

I don't know how long the stick can be extended.

The introduction given in the mall is.

"The Devil's Que Festival can be extended at will, to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts."

For such a short sentence, Fu Kuan paid 360 god points.

Without hesitation, he stretched out the Mo Que section directly.

The Devil's Que Festival is constantly extending, and he can accurately feel the stretch of the Devil's Que Festival.

Even, the length of the Demon Que Festival will automatically appear in his mind.

However, these did not surprise him.

Just normal operation.

"Boom!"

After a slight pause, Fu Kuan was delighted.

But in the next second, he hesitated.

Because of the Magic Que Festival, it stretches to a terrifying 240 meters.

It's so high, if you jump, you will die.

But now what else can be done.

Although the Demon Que Festival can support the weight of two people, it cannot be used as a ladder.

He made a phone call to Zheng Zebo.

late at night.

The phone rang three times before Zheng Zebo picked it up.

"Boss, what are you busy with?"

But this sentence is nonsense.

At night, of course, I slept.

"I said pay the bureau, you are..."

"I want to trouble you with something."

"Oh, alright."

As the head of the Pengshi Police Station, Zheng Zebo is the fastest person who can support him.

"I need a helicopter, the bigger the better, and I need a rope several hundred meters long, which must be able to bear the weight of more than two people."

"What...why do you want these? It's late at night, it needs some time."

Zheng Zebo's voice was tinged with sleepiness.

"It's okay, as long as you can come, I will give you a place later."

"okay!"

In fact, Fu Kuan was also a little embarrassed.

He was a little embarrassed to trouble the chief of the police station in the middle of the night.

However, after he explained that this matter was related to the Pengshi case, Zheng Zebo immediately recovered.

"What? It's related to the case? I'll definitely help you with this job! Fuju, give me two hours, two hours, I'll definitely get it done!"

"to make!"

Fu Kuan smiled and hung up the phone.

"what about now?"

"Wait."

The two sat and leaned against the tree, chatting with each other.

"Brother Fu, do you think we're going to stay in Shed City for a long time this time?"

"It won't be long, when the man dies, when will we leave."