Museum of Demons

Dangdang, Dangdang.

The clear and rhythmic knock on the door sounded unhurriedly.

Wei Yuan glanced at the clock, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark outside, because Wei Yuan had broken through a pass in the practice today, and his mind was exhausted, so he went to bed at nine o'clock, and just fell asleep and had that nightmare, Woke up because of it.

This street is full of old shops.

Now that the road is empty, the knock on the door makes people feel frightened.

Wei Yuan didn't have any fear, he raised his hand and held the hilt of the broken sword, and walked over.

open the door.

A man in his thirties stood outside the door.

Well-dressed, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, he was about to raise his hand to continue knocking on the door when he saw Wei Yuan stunned for a moment, then smiled politely: It's so late, sorry to bother you, but I haven't been able to get through the phone before, so I'll come here in person if I think about it. , are you Lao Li?

My name is Fang Yang, and this museum is mine.

Under Crouching Tiger's Dao Xing, Wei Yuan saw Yang Qi exuding from the man in front of him, and he was not a ghost. He moved slightly in his heart, and let the man enter the room. The ghosts who were interested just now Slip aside and hide.

Fang Yang looked around the museum and sat down with a reserved and gentle smile.

Wei Yuan poured two glasses of water for him.

Fang Yang held the water, didn't drink a sip, just exchanging a few casual greetings, then stated the main purpose, and said with a smile:

I came here this time mainly to take back this museum.

After all, it's rare for me to come back to Quanshi once a year. In the past few years, I only came here once three months ago. At that time, I couldn't come to see this museum. I even told my dad that this is my painstaking effort, dream or something, I must drive it and give my dad a scolding.

Fang Yang smiled and shook his head.

Thinking about it now, things are different and people are different. I was so naive at the time.

It's far away, Mr. Li, look at the contract that you signed for several years, let's settle things like salary.

He took out a document bag, and it could be seen that he was too busy to open the contract.

He opened it casually, took out the contract inside, and discussed: Mr. Li, you came here half a year ago. You terminated the contract for special reasons. I will pay the liquidated damages. How about seven months of your salary?

Wei Yuan didn't read the contract he handed over.

He turned around and took out another contract, which was placed in front of him.

Fang Yang was at a loss.

Wei Yuan said, My surname is not Li, but Wei.

Fang Yang was stunned, and frowned, Aren't you Li Kai? Then why are you here? Is his friend watching on his behalf?

Wei Yuan didn't answer, but pushed the contract in front of him, motioning him to open it. Fang Yang opened the contract suspiciously and looked at it. It was a recruitment agreement, and everything was fine before, but he was a little stunned to see the generous salary.

When he saw the last time and Party A's signature, his complexion paled instantly.

This is impossible!

The refined and refined man cried out almost subconsciously, his palms shaking.

My dad died four months ago!

……………………

Fang Hongbo stared at the door with his eyes wide open.

The knocking stopped.

He gasped heavily.

Thinking of the person who just called, memories surfaced.

He still remembered that it was the person recruited more than two months ago.

In the six months before this man was hired, three hired men had run away, saying they couldn't take it, that there was always a knock on the door in the middle of the night, that blood would flow from the walls, and that they could hear footsteps outside The sound, but it will disappear when you get close. They said they quit and had to leave.

Even the one who said he was staying overnight at the cemetery in the village ran away.

He didn't believe it, so he went to watch it himself, but he was also frightened.

This young man was found.

…………………

My name is Li Kai, from the village.

Everyone said that I was bold and angry, and that ghosts were afraid of three points.

It's a pity that I couldn't read the book.

I didn't want to farm at home, so I ran out of the city to work.

I washed dishes, worked as a security guard, and later found a job as a museum keeper. The salary is not low, and the treatment is good. I heard that there are ghosts here. I am very angry, but I am not afraid of ghosts. The owner of this museum is a very polite old man. Buy me a drink.

Said that this museum is his son's hard work and dream, and it must be well protected.

The old man often comes here to watch.

I asked why his son didn't come, and he said that his son was abroad and busy with work, so it was inconvenient to come back.

I feel a little pitiful for the old man.

I also think it's time to go back and see my parents.

But before I had time to tell the old man, there was a car accident on the way to the museum, and the old man was gone.

I went to a funeral for a meal.

Then half a month later, the room was very noisy all night, I didn’t fall asleep, the faucet was broken for some reason, and it kept dripping, but when it passed, it got better again, it was very annoying, okay? It was easy to fall asleep. Not long after, someone knocked on the door. I thought there was still no one. If I didn't bother, it quieted down after a while.

But the knock on the door seemed to be very strong this day.

Dangdang, Dangdang.

It knocked me out of my mind.

Who will knock on the door in the middle of the night? !

Knock knock, knock knock.

Hurry to the funeral!

I ran out angrily and opened the door, and decided that if it was a drunk guy, I would give him a good beating. There was really a figure outside the door. I was so angry that I opened the door. The blood that was almost ignited by anger immediately cooled down, and I only felt a chill in the back of my head.

It was the old man who passed away a few days ago, wearing a vest and smiling politely.

I just feel cold in my back.

Do you know the story of the dead man knocking at the door?

Pedestrians walk on the sidewalk, ghosts walk in shadows, and the dead knock on the door of the living. This is to borrow their lives.

For the first time in my life, I was so frightened that my liver trembled and my legs became weak. I only remember that I yelled that there was a ghost, and then I didn’t care about anything. I would never go back to that museum again, and my phone was turned off directly.

There are ghosts here!

There is a ghost!

………………

And in the museum.

Fang Yang's complexion was pale, his palms trembled, and he suddenly threw down the contract, stammering:

This is impossible, you forged it!

You are a fraud!

My dad is gone. Do you want to say that there are ghosts in this world?! Where? Do you want to say that there are ghosts under my nose! There is a limit to joking, and they are deceiving me.

Believe it or not, I will call the police and let you squat inside for a few months?

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and then he really took out his mobile phone to make a call. Wei Yuan took a spare willow leaf, dipped in the unused talisman water, and raised his hand like lightning on Fang Yang's eye socket. With a brush, the latter was taken aback. Worried that it was not clean, he raised his hand and wiped it for a long time before opening his eyes angrily.

His face turned pale.

The room was packed to the brim.

In front of him was a woman who took poison with a livid face. Behind Wei Yuan stood a man wearing ancient military uniform and holding a knife in one hand. He looked dignified, but there was a big hole in his heart, dripping with blood.

A pair of embroidered shoes dances, a box clangs.

The potted plant in the middle seems to be glowing.

Two paper figurines on the table twirled around their hands.

Fang Yang's thoughts were stagnant, he turned his head stiffly, and saw a swollen water ghost sitting on the sofa next to him, wrapped in rotten fishing nets, propping his chin with one hand, and rushing when Fang Yang looked over. He blinked and winked.

Ghost, ghost!!!

Fang Yang was so frightened that he turned out of the sofa.

Wei Yuan pushed the water ghost and the poisonous ghost away, held Fang Yang down, and took out the official certificate given to him. At least it calmed Fang Yang down a bit. Afterwards, he communicated the matter directly to the special operations team, and explained everything. Turning over the phone, putting away the phone, and looking at Fang Yang, I thought of Fang Hongbo, who was no different from a normal person when I met for the first time.

But at that time he had no physical contact with Fang Hongbo.

I don't know how to do it myself, so I can't see that the problem is normal.

But first Zhang Yue and Fang Hongbo are both within the scope of Quanshi, and the secret techniques involved are similar. Wei Yuan has a faint premonition in his heart that this is probably the same as the person who told Zhang Yue the method of life extension. During this month, Xuan Yi and the others had already found the person who passed on the secret technique to Zhang Yue, but they found that Zhang Yue only came into contact with an intermediary.

The Lord is still well hidden.

People who spread this kind of sorcery can't let it go.

Wei Yuan looked at the dazed Fang Yang, thought for a while, and said:

Did you just drive?

PS: Well, I want to make the story of this book as interesting as possible.

If you can't do it, please bear with me, lying dead...