Celestial Ghost Master

It should be because the police were nearby, but the murderer was not able to take the body away. This was the only clue the other party left them so far, and everyone naturally studied it very carefully.

"Lu Feng did not suffer such violent treatment." Yin Sheng said, "It seems that something stimulated him."

"Combining that he only targets women in the red-light district, can we suspect that the murderer is very disgusted with this type of women, and it is possible that his relatives or lovers are doing this kind of thing." Xiaoer pondered, "Maybe he thinks Betrayed myself, so take it out on these innocent people."

"This inference is completely tenable." Hu Ye nodded appreciatively, while looking at Situ again, "Boss, what does Jiaxiao mean by the background?"

"It's impossible to verify this matter now." Situ frowned, "According to Jia Xiao's statement, almost all the women who were related to the backstage were killed."

"Does the murderer have anything to do with that backstage?" Xiao Er was gearing up, almost wanting to catch the murderer right in front of him and beat him up.

"It doesn't matter." Situ and Yin Cheng said in unison. They were taken aback at the same time, and looked at each other. Situ raised one corner of his mouth and smiled inexplicably. Yin Cheng coughed, "I feel that the murderer is more likely to be used. .”

"Indeed..." Mo Zhang pondered for a moment, and tapped his fingers on the edge of the table, "According to the other party's degree of violence, it feels like a person who has no sense of proportion, has no arrangements, and just follows his own ideas; and the backstage just took advantage of the other party's point." , the two probably have no connection, and even the murderer himself didn't know that he was being used."

After speaking, Yue Zhang paused: "Then the murderer can't possibly have a way to confine the soul, so it's that mysterious backstage..."

"We can think about it from this point of view."

Yin Sheng nodded, looked around the crowd and said, "Before we thought that the murderer wanted to imprison the soul, but now if we exclude this idea, who needs a soul."

Almost at the same time Yin Sheng finished his doubts, Le Zhang raised an eyebrow, and Situ, Hu Ye, etc. also looked at Yin Sheng.

Yin Cheng frowned: "That's right...the only person in this world who needs a soul to do something is... a ghost master."

Thinking about it this way, they are all connected again, why can he take away his soul without realizing it and imprison him, so that he can't track it at all...

Apart from himself, there is only one powerful ghost master left in this city.

"Tong Lu?" Situ obviously thought about it, "but what is the purpose?"

"You can only find out if you find him." Yin Sheng turned and walked out, "You continue to investigate the case, and I will find a way to find him."

After leaving the police station, the temperature dropped a lot at night, and the dim lights formed a blurred point in the night.

Yin Sheng walked to a public phone booth not far away, took out Tong Lu's business card that he got from Mao Xin earlier, and called... Sure enough, the number had expired.

He didn't have any expectations at first, Yin Sheng hung up the phone and leaned against the glass door in a daze.

Although ghost masters have never followed any principles when doing things, so at the time of the Qin Dynasty, this was almost a job related to evil spirits and crooked ways. From the perspective of justice, the ghost master must be a cult.

It's just that there is no principle and concept, what is the purpose of imprisoning so many souls?What ghost masters can do is to help people who are dying to borrow the soul of the sun to prolong their life. Generally speaking, they take the soul of the living to extend their life, and I have never heard of using the soul of the dead...

wrong……

Yin Sheng suddenly thought of something, and his face turned serious—it can be done with the soul of a dead person, but it is equivalent to a forbidden technique, and the effect will be halved.

That is to say, if the soul of the living person can be used to extend the life for another 20 years, the soul of the dead can only be extended for less than ten years.

With such a dense collection of souls, is it prolonging the lifespan of some people in large quantities?

Are you doing business? !

Yin Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he was shocked by his deduced conclusion, but the more he thought about it... the more it seemed like this!

What the hell are you doing with such disregard for human life!

Without thinking about it, he only wanted to find the ghost teacher named Tong Lu. Last time he had a quick look, he just felt that the boy was a little arrogant, but this time it was completely unreasonable and ignorant. As a senior, Yin Sheng felt that it was necessary to teach that brat a good lesson.

He pushed open the door of the phone booth, looked up at the police station with the lights still on, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and walked into the night alone, heading in a certain direction in a hurry.

Black market, underground exchange.

This place is different from the normal black market. According to the terminology, this place can be regarded as the secret base of Master "Tao".

It was Yin Sheng's first time here. He lowered his peaked cap and tightened his scarf. The black market in the early morning was as noisy as daytime, as if the two worlds were upside down.

This is a large warehouse of an abandoned car factory. Under the overpass in the suburbs, the area occupies an entire small street. Outside the warehouse, the noise of people racing in the early morning can still be heard, and the roar of the engine is deafening.

People here talk very loudly, and the ordinary light bulbs on the top of the warehouse are covered with gauze covers, the light is dim, and the smell of sandalwood and banknotes is everywhere.

And the smell of cement mix.

Yin Sheng's eyes looked at one stall after another, and the people around were excitedly trading something, but no one noticed the thin man squeezed into the crowd.

Yin Sheng went straight to a secluded corner, where a separate space was symbolically isolated by some abandoned wooden boxes. Yin Sheng took a few glances at the side, probably knowing that this is a place where some precious things are secretly auctioned. Many people huddled together quietly, looking at an auctioneer introducing something on a small table with a height of more than ten centimeters built out of wooden shelves.

"Consecrate Pixiu." The auctioneer had a big beard, and when he spoke, his beard trembled. "This is a good thing. It was really consecrated on Mount Hua. I got it from a little Taoist priest."

"This thing can ward off disasters. Especially in our business, we will inevitably meet some evil spirits that cannot be dealt with. This thing can save our lives! Demons and ghosts will never get close!"

As the bearded man spoke, he lowered his voice mysteriously: "Don't say I'm not kind, this thing can also be used to train little ghosts. If anyone has a little ghost in his family, use this if he can't deal with it... make sure you are safe. !"

Yin Sheng's eyes turned around the Pixiu in the bearded hand.

The whole body is emerald green, exuding a unique temperament in the dark, as if there is a glint of brilliance flowing inside.

"The reserve price starts at 2 yuan."

After the bearded man finished his introduction, he waved his hand, and the people below were in an uproar.

"2 million?!"

Some people seem to think it's too expensive.

"What's the matter with 2? You go to the jade shop and sell ordinary Pixiu for 3000. I have already opened it!"

Yin Sheng frowned in disgust, turned his head and looked around the shouting crowd, and then his gaze fell on a bored man leaning against the wall.

He stared at the other party for a while, as if he was confirming something, the man seemed to feel his gaze, and turned his head sideways.

The two stared at each other for a while, and a hint of shock suddenly appeared on the other's blank face at first.

"Yin..."

Before the man could speak, Yin Sheng frowned, and the man shut his mouth knowingly, raised his eyes and winked at the bearded man on the stage, then turned and walked over.

"What kind of wind is this?" The man approached with a smile, and looked Yin Sheng carefully, "I never knew you would come to this place."

"Are you the boss?" Yin Sheng didn't greet him politely, his eyes fell on a gecko tattoo on the man's wrist, "Broken tail gecko?"

"It's me." The boss raised his hand to let Yin Sheng take a closer look at the tattoo. The gecko pattern is vivid, but the tail is broken, which looks a little weird.

"Mr. Yin is really flattered to know my nickname."

"I heard there is no news that you don't know?" Yin Sheng asked indifferently.

"It's because the Daoists praised me." The broken-tailed gecko smiled, showing its white teeth, "Are you here today to inquire about news?"

"Does Tong Lu know?" Yin Sheng asked, "The Tong family's ghost teacher."

"I know." The man nodded and thought for a while, "You want to find him? I can send you a message."

"Can't you just give me his address?" Yin Sheng squinted his eyes in displeasure, "Why do you want to be the microphone?"

"This is the rule." The broken-tailed gecko shrugged in embarrassment, "Ghost masters are loners, unless they want to meet by themselves. Think about it, if everyone asks me for your contact information, I will tell you everything." If so...how many troublemakers do you meet every day?"

Yin Sheng nodded in a dazed way, paused, and suddenly said dangerously: "So you have all my contact methods?"

The broken-tailed gecko smiled mischievously: "This... um... I just have better information."