Feng Shui detective

The ghost road is deep and deep, the khaki path stretches straight to the end, Ling Feng's eyes can only see the square inch in front of him.

There is a strong ghost aura in all directions, and there are countless ghosts staring at it in the blackness like ink.The ghost road opens during the day, which is when the yang energy is at its peak.Even if Ling Feng used the soul-calling flag and the yin-gathering talisman to gather yin, the yin energy could only last for a quarter of an hour, and then it would be dispelled by the sun.

Ling Feng didn't know if there were any ghosts who took this opportunity to go to the human world. She only felt that the atmosphere in the yang world was getting weaker and weaker. Looking back, she saw that before the ghost gate closed, there were still a few people who were not afraid of death and ran to the edge of the ghost gate to face each other. She takes pictures.

Seeing the unstoppable smiles on their faces, the joy that spread from the bottom of their hearts when they got the first-hand information, Ling Feng curled the corners of his mouth coldly, and walked forward without looking back.

She was rarely so cautious, ever since all her relatives passed away and she was the only one left in the Ling family, she didn't want to wear this robe.Thinking about it carefully, in the past four years, I only wore it once on a whim, and for the rest of the time, I put this robe in that room, and stayed with the incense burner day and night, presumably it smelled a lot of incense.

Ling Feng was walking on the road of ghosts, smelling incense all over her body, so big ghosts and little ghosts followed her all the way, but they were also afraid of the soul-calling flag in her hand, so they didn't dare to act rashly, so they could only follow from a distance, looking for opportunities to strike.

After walking for about half an hour, Ling Feng walked from this narrow ghost road to a more spacious Yin road. After walking for more than half an hour, Yin River appeared in front of him.

The big ghost ferrying by the Yin River saw the menacing Ling Feng, and then looked at the spirit-calling banner in her hand, and before Ling Feng could pay the toll, he jumped into the Yin River with a plop.

All the evil spirits sealed in the soul-calling banner are the indestructible ancestors of the Ling family, and it is the eighth generation that has been passed down to Ling Feng.Ling Feng didn't know how many evil spirits her ancestors had sealed in the banner, she only knew that just by removing the talisman sealed by her, the evil spirit of the banner would be astonishing enough.

In addition, this is the territory of the underworld, without the suppression of the sun and popularity, when this stream meets Yin Qi, it is like fire meeting oil, and it burns instantly.

Without the big ghost, the boat Lingfeng would not be able to cross. She stood on the bank and looked at the brightly lit ghost market, the century-old ghost locust tree in the middle of the ghost market, and the three-storey "Tianji Teahouse" behind the ghost locust tree.

"The eight generations of the Ling family passed on Ling Feng alone, summoning thousands of ghosts at the bottom of the Yin River, paving ghost roads, and building ghost bridges." Standing on the bank, Ling Feng expressionlessly used a ghost talisman worth nearly a million celestial masters, The big ghost on the ferry showed her eyes in the river and looked at her.

As soon as the celestial master's ghost talisman came out, the Yin River became lively like boiling water.Countless unjust dead ghosts were controlled by the talisman on behalf of the dead ghosts, and crowded together.They arched their bodies, exposing their flat backs, and built a ghost bridge in this Yin River.

The talisman paper became bigger and longer, and it was spread flat on the bodies of the group of ghosts with different deaths, forming a talisman path.

Take symbols as the road, and ghosts as the foundation.Before Ling Feng reached the opposite side, the Temple of the City God almost exploded.

There is an earth slope blocking the Temple of the City God, so that it cannot see the scene of the Yin River.Just as Ling Feng stepped into the range of City God's perception, the City God, whose term of office was about to expire, jumped up like a frightened bird.

The City God has never felt the strong evil spirit. It is not a kind of evil spirit, but fierce evil spirit, blood evil spirit, ghost evil spirit. evil spirits.

Just when Lord Chenghuang was praying that this big guy was passing by his small Town God's Temple, he felt that ghost's breath getting closer to him.After a while, a ghost messenger came to report, saying that Ling Feng had entered the ghost market with a summoning banner, and wanted to burn ghost locust trees and pacify the Tianji Teahouse.

Most ghost markets do business with ghosts, but there are still some people who have connections with ghosts and come to the ghost market to exchange items with ghosts.Whether it's the special products of the ghost world, or some methods of raising little ghosts, or other things, this ghost market only sells things that you can't think of.

This Tianji teahouse not only does information business, but also collects some precious items for people and ghosts.As long as the price is satisfactory, it doesn't matter what you want those things for or how you use them.

Ling Feng, who smelled of incense, was in stark contrast to the soul-calling banner in her hand.All the ghosts knew that this was a human being, and she was still a sweet-smelling person, but the thing in her hand was something specially designed to subdue ghosts and evil spirits.

The timid ghost turned into a ghost in an instant, stopped doing business, wrapped himself up and ran away.

Ling Feng was walking in the ghost market, the shops on both sides of the road were closed one after another, and the ghosts who bought things also hid by the roadside, only a few humans remained in place.

The locust locust in the middle of the ghost city has grown for a hundred years, and its roots have already firmly grasped the soil of the ghost world, absorbing the ghost energy from a hundred miles away to nourish its body.Every time it stretches its branches and leaves, there will be a ghost atmosphere, and it has already formed a balance with the ghost market and the ghosts in the ghost market.

Only the Tianji Teahouse was still open, and the shop waiter, who was walking up the stairs with his feet off the ground, turned into a ghost and looked at her in front of the teahouse.The soul-calling banner in Ling Feng's hand and the ghost locust tree check and balance each other, and the ghost aura and evil aura enveloped the entire ghost city.

The branches and leaves of the ghost locust tree stretched out, and a grimace appeared on each leaf, looking down at Ling Feng from above.There seems to be a wind, the leaves shake, and there are waves of ghost cries.

"Ling Feng?" The person standing by the side of the road who was being treated by Ling Feng suddenly made a sound, and Wang Lun suddenly smiled when he saw a familiar face. "You don't look like an ordinary Feng Shui master?"

The apricot-yellow Taoist robe, the soul-calling banner, and the one-meter-long wooden box on the back, I don't know what is inside.

"You killed those 28 people, right? I went to the scene to see that the ghostly aura left by Wan Gui will not dissipate within three or two days."In addition, it was in the woods, and the leaves blocked the sunlight, leaving a lot of ghostly aura.

Those who can come to this ghost market are not ordinary people, but even if they come from the same line, everyone has different ideas and ideas, so each lineage is independent.Ling Feng didn't know whose descendant this man was, she only knew that she was the only one left in the Ling family.

The art of talismans values ​​inheritance the most, and the orthodoxy that is not handed down by Taoism cannot be stamped by God.Anyone can draw ordinary talismans, but the effect is good or bad, but this stamped talisman is the proof of identity.

Ling Feng gave the man who spoke coldly, the purpose of her coming down today is Tianji Teahouse.

The Tianji Teahouse is right next to the locust locust tree. The root system of the locust locust tree is huge, and the entire ghost city is built on its root system.If Ling Feng wanted to wipe out Tianji Teahouse completely, he must move this ghost locust tree.

The ghost locust tree is here, and the Tianji Teahouse is here.With the death of the ghost locust tree, the disappearance of the ghost market, and the disappearance of the Tianji teahouse.

"Where are you people in charge? You haven't sent me any news for several months!" The wooden soul-calling flag was slammed on the ground by Ling Feng, and it made a "clang" sound.

The surface of the soul-calling banner rose without wind, and the corners of Lingfeng's apricot-yellow Taoist robe fluttered.

"If I remember correctly, we made a two-year contract."A middle-aged and beautiful woman in a flaming cheongsam came down from the upstairs of the teahouse, "It's not half a year now, Ling Daxian, what are you in a hurry for?"

"I'm not in a hurry? That person has bullied me! You Tianji Teahouse uses the name of Tianji, and the efficiency of your work is so low."There seems to be a red light in Ling Feng's dark eyes, "I think this Tianji teahouse is just called Tianji Teahouse, if that's the case, it might as well be flat."

She tried her best to find the ghost hiding behind the scenes, and even traded for a magic-suppressing talisman that couldn't be easily circulated outside.But what happened?She didn't know any news about that ghost, and that ghost could figure out everything about her during this period of time.

The gossip and rumors on the Internet are the most murderous, and there are still a group of "insiders" as evidence.

"How can you provoke this Tianji teahouse?" Wang Lun, who was ignored by Ling Feng several times at first, bowed his hands to the woman in the teahouse. "Treasurer Mo called you a great immortal for your sake, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine."

Ling Feng looked at Wang Lun squarely. He was not very old, he looked only in his 20s, and he had secret treasures covering his face.Coupled with his familiarity with the ghost market, he should have come a long way.

Naturally, he would not be able to do without something to protect himself when he went to the ghost market, so for him, Ling Feng's methods of catching ghosts were useless.

"You just said that you went to Shanluan Town?" The red light in Ling Feng's eyes was even worse, but it's a pity that people couldn't see clearly in this spooky place. "Is the person spreading rumors on the Internet related to you?"

"So what? What if you don't?" Wang Lun stepped up, "I..."

"Confess the person or ghost who instigated you, and I will spare your life." Ling Feng held the banner with one hand, and the banner with ghostly aura directly stuck to Wang Lun's face. The secret treasure on his body glowed, blocking the overflow of the scroll. breath. "Did you ask your family to tell your fortune when you went out today? I just did the calculation for you, and you escaped death today"

"Do you think you can kill me with this broken flag? Sometimes a sword is better than anything else in a duel between people like us."

"Are you determined not to say anything?" Ling Feng took a step forward, the evil spirit in the banner suddenly restrained, and the whole banner looked extraordinarily ordinary.

Wang Lun glanced at the shopkeeper standing in front of the teahouse, and then at the seal symbols on the summoning banner. He calculated that with Ling Feng's strength, he probably didn't dare to break the seal, and with the protective treasure on his body... Thinking of this, Wang Lun's courage gradually grew.

"Of course, you thought I..."

"Then you will die"

The banner of the summoning banner suddenly soared, directly smashing the protective treasure on Wang Lun's body, wrapping his whole body in the banner.

Not even a sound came out.

"The banner of my Ling family can summon souls, seal ghosts, and even seal people who are worse than ghosts."The red light in Ling Feng's eyes was like fire, and his voice was even more sinister than ghost words. "I'll give your teahouse one last chance, tell me the location of the evil spirit behind the scenes, otherwise, your Tianji Teahouse will not be as simple as destroying one place."

"broken".The City God hurriedly called the ghost messenger, "Hurry up and get someone to bring Qinglong down!"