I use technology to revitalize the underworld

Feng Jingchen frowned slightly, he was hesitating whether to look further ahead.

at this time.

The screen of the phone he put under the pillow suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire dormitory!

Feng Jingchen paused, but finally gave up the idea of ​​catching up.

He returned to the dormitory, locked the door, and took out his mobile phone.

It was Murong Xiaoxiao's call.

And this kid has been calling him every few minutes since four hours ago, which can be described as unremitting.

Feng Jingchen's eyes rolled slightly, he had some guesses in his heart, and he pressed the answer button with his fingertips: "Xiao Xiao, what's the matter?"

"Ahh! Brother Chen, are you alright?! Where are you now? Where have you gone?! Why haven't you answered the phone? I'm so anxious!" Murong Xiaoxiao's anxious voice was like a cannonball.

As if wishing to pass through the screen, come over and shake Feng Jingchen's shoulders!

Feng Jingchen didn't change his face: "I fell asleep. The phone is on silent, did you forget?"

Murong Xiaoxiao paused for a moment in her overwhelming anxiety.

But he quickly realized: "It's not right! I... Grandpa sent someone to our dormitory before. I didn't see you! Where did you go?!"

Feng Jingchen said to himself that it was true.

Still solemnly began to lie: "What time did you come? I was reading in the study room and didn't come back until 11 o'clock."

Murong Xiaoxiao fell silent again.

Apparently, his calls started at 10 o'clock.

Then it should be around 10 o'clock, Murong Xiaoxiao's grandfather sent someone to the dormitory, only to find that Feng Jingchen was not there.

Murong Xiaoxiao was finally fooled by Feng Jingchen, and scratched her head in doubt: "It's strange, he said he sent someone to stay in the dormitory to guard it. Why didn't you tell me when you came back, it made me worry for so long!"

Feng Jingchen frowned, and exchanged a glance with Yan Wangyin.

It seems that the strange little celestial master just now should be the one left by Murong Xiaoxiao's grandfather to guard the dormitory.

The corner of Feng Jingchen's mouth curled slightly: "Sneak away. I didn't see anyone when I came back. But..."

He said meaningfully: "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? You even sent someone to the dormitory. Did something happen?"

Murong Xiaoxiao: "...cough cough cough!!"

A series of dry coughs came from the other end of the phone.

Obviously, Murong Xiaoxiao was not ready to tell Feng Jingchen the truth yet.

Feng Jingchen was not in a hurry, so he quietly listened to his dry cough.

After a while, Murong Xiaoxiao managed to organize her words.

He covered his phone mysteriously: "Brother Chen, do you believe me?"

Feng Jingchen didn't answer directly: "You speak first."

Murong Xiaoxiao also didn't play charades with Feng Jingchen: "Hey, I can't tell you too much about the details, but Brother Chen, you must believe me! You must not walk at night these days, don't stay up late, and spend more time in the sun. Exercise! If possible, it is best to use grapefruit leaves to take a bath. Do you know?"

Feng Jingchen frowned.

This operation is almost the same as that written in the novel.

It seems that Murong Xiaoxiao's grandfather should have positioned him as an ordinary person affected by Yin Qi?

Feng Jingchen's eyelids drooped slightly, and he chuckled lightly: "Okay."

When Murong Xiaoxiao heard his promise, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. Ah, that's right!"

"I also asked me... Grandpa also brought you a piece of talisman. Wait, I'll tell him you're back."

Feng Jingchen suddenly raised his eyes and looked out the window: "No need."

Murong Xiaoxiao: "Huh?"

I saw the boy who ran away just now, running back with his head poking around.

He and Feng Jingchen looked at each other, trembling all over.

Then hurriedly threw down a yellow talisman folded into a triangle, and slipped away again.

Feng Jingchen walked over and picked up the yellow talisman: "It has already been delivered."

Murong Xiaoxiao, who had been hanging on for the whole night, finally let go of it completely: "That's good! Let's not talk about it, Brother Chen, remember to bring the talisman paper with you, and go to bed early!"

"Good night." Feng Jingchen hung up the phone, staring at the talisman paper in his hand.

I don't know what kind of paper this talisman is made of. It feels warm and tough to the touch, and there are lines that are invisible to the naked eye.

It didn't look like paper at all, but was between cloth and leather, and it looked exactly like the amulet Murong Qiao was wearing.

Yan Wangyin also walked around and said in surprise: "Hey! Chenchen, the quality of this amulet is very good! It's close to the best!"

Feng Jingchen raised his eyes to look at it: "Excellent?"

"Yes! This is the first time I've seen such a good talisman!" Yan Wangyin leaned over, wanting to stick it with the talisman paper.

Feng Jingchen was thoughtful: "So, the little grandpa is even more powerful than I thought."

The talisman paper was pasted on the Yan Wang Seal: "Hmm! At least in the way of talismans, from ancient times to the present, they are all ranked in the top ten!"

Feng Jingchen's eyes turned slightly, and there was a flash of interest in his eyes.

But before that, he has one more thing to confirm: "Xiao Yin, can the Celestial Master see you?"

Yan Wangyin said proudly: "I am Yan Wangyin. When I am in Yangjian, only you can see me!"

Only then did Feng Jingchen nod his head reassuringly.

It seems that his big deceit just now should not be exposed so quickly.

Feng Jingchen didn't want to reveal his identity as King of Hades so soon.After all, he was guilty of being pregnant, and he didn't want to cause himself too much unnecessary trouble.

As soon as he relaxed, Feng Jingchen yawned involuntarily.

The exhaustion accumulated all day hit again.

The time on the phone is already 1:34.

This was the first time Feng Jingchen stayed up so late at night.

And the experience of just a few hours this afternoon can almost catch up with the excitement of his previous life.

In addition, he was also injured, and his body did not return to perfect condition.

In this way, the brain is naturally unable to maintain the optimal level

Without hesitation, Feng Jingchen gave up the idea of ​​continuing the experiment.

Handing over the talisman paper to Yan Wangyin for safekeeping, he went to take a cold bath in the dark, and then went to bed and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Yan Wangyin hugged the talisman paper, and quietly and obediently "lie down" on Feng Jingchen's chest.

A night without dreams.

At 06:30 in the morning, Feng Jingchen's biological clock woke him up.

After all, he was young, even though he stayed up all night the day before, he didn't feel tired at this time.

Even the injuries that had not been healed before were almost completely healed.

Yan Wangyin immediately floated to him, and seriously reminded: "Good morning Chenchen~ You should have breakfast!"

"Okay." In Feng Jingchen's natural state, his thin lips were slightly raised, showing an extremely gentle temperament.

Yan Wangyin swayed instantly: "It has to be me. Otherwise, no one reminds you to eat, what will you do in the future~"

Feng Jingchen didn't refute it either.

After washing up, she took out a bag of cheese sandwich toast and a bottle of pure milk from Murong Xiaoxiao's closet.

It only took 5 minutes for Feng Jingchen to finish the breakfast.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly tidied up the bed.

Yan Wangyin still remembered their goal today, and surrounded Feng Jingchen excitedly: "Chenchen, shall we go directly to that evil celestial master later?"

"Yes." Feng Jingchen stuffed the quilt and pillow into the woven bag, a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

I don't know what will happen to that Xie Tianshi.Should bring new data and inspiration to his experiments... right?

Feng Jingchen packed the bed and jumped off the ground.

Raising his hand, he opened the plane warehouse and stuffed all the luggage into it.

10 minute later.

A taxi drove quickly from the gate of the school to Yiping Town.

Ansan City, where Feng Jingchen is located, is a small coastal city with an underdeveloped economy.

It was more than seven o'clock in the morning this Monday, and it was not yet the time for traffic jams in the morning rush hour.

It only took the taxi more than 20 minutes to leave the urban area and began to enter the more desolate suburbs.

After another 20 minutes, after bypassing the mountains, the taxi drove into a rather dilapidated town.

Yiping Town, here we come.

According to the guidance of the tracker, Feng Jingchen gave directions to the driver.

Five minutes later, the taxi stopped at a place that surprised Feng Jingchen.

The driver brother had also heard about this place, and his face immediately turned bad.

Dissatisfied with a strong local accent: "Little brother, are you kidding me? If you want to come to the ghost building and tell me directly, pointing at me, are you afraid that I won't bring you here?"

Feng Jingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not argue with him: "How much is it? I'll scan the QR code."

Seeing Feng Jingchen's gentle appearance, the driver finally swallowed his anger: "54...Forget it, I'll charge you 53."

444 in front of the ghost building is unlucky!

Feng Jingchen transferred 53.9 for him, picked up his schoolbag, got up and got out of the car.

As soon as he closed the car door, the driver stepped on the accelerator and slipped away at high speed!

Yan Wangyin looked curiously: "Chenchen, what's the situation in this ghost building? I don't feel dark."

Feng Jingchen also looked up.

The so-called ghost building is actually a small three-story western-style building left over from the beginning of the last century.Such a building was as luxurious as a royal palace in Yiping Town back then.

But since Feng Jingchen could remember, no one lived in this building.Moreover, the rumors of haunting have been raging and never stopped.

Now after more than 100 years of baptism, the once luxurious small western-style building has been mottled into a dangerous building.

There are no residents nearby, and no one will pass by here.Everything around seemed very deserted.

but…

Feng Jingchen looked suspiciously at the door of the ghost building.

There was a brand new dark green convertible sports car parked there.

There is also a police cordon around it, which strictly surrounds the ghost building and the sports car!

How is this going?

There was a homicide?

wrong.

Feng Jingchen's eyes narrowed slightly.

If something really happened, there would be no police nearby, let alone no one.

Feng Jingchen looked down at the tracker, and the pointer was firmly pointing to the inside of the ghost building.

He hesitated for half a second, then walked in: "Go and see first."

"Hmm~ Chenchen, be careful." Yan Wangyin landed on Feng Jingchen's shoulder, and said seriously, "It may also be that the evil celestial master is covering up the yin energy. Use the things we bought just now!"

The [-] points that Wen Xinyan dug up last night were all spent by Feng Jingchen when they were in the car just now, and replaced them with full armor to deal with the evil celestial master!

Feng Jingchen nodded slightly, looked around to see no one, and directly stuffed the schoolbag into the warehouse of the plane out of thin air.

And took out a 1.2-meter-long big black umbrella from mid-air.

This is a powerful item that they spent a full [-] points to deal with the evil master!

Feng Jingchen used a black umbrella as a walking stick, and with his long legs, he easily crossed the cordon and came to the gate of the ghost building.

He took a special look at the license plate of the convertible.

It is the code of their provincial capital, and it should be worth a lot.

There are weird...

Feng Jingchen was even more puzzled.

He took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the license plate before slowly pushing open the old wooden door that was almost weathered.

"Eh-"

The wooden door made an overwhelmed sound,

But what followed was indeed brighter than imagined.

A gust of fragrant wind blows.

As if passing through a hundred years, the ghost building in front of you instantly regained its former prosperity.

Smooth floor tiles, colorful window grilles, and exquisite and western-style interior furnishings.There are fresh flowers and sunshine.

The unique timbre of the record player is playing a very retro "pop song".

In front of Feng Jingchen, there were two rows of uniformly dressed maids, who happily bowed to him and saluted: "Welcome home, master."