Guardian Chapter 78: The ghost story of the town spirit division

Early the next morning.

Chen Feng collected the male silver corpse and big hair into the void shuttle as the foundation.

The female silver corpse Ermao stayed in the small courtyard to help Liuli guard the home as a servant.

According to the previous life mask style, I made a mask with cotton yarn to wear on my face.

If you don't wear it, you can't do it. I was slapped inexplicably by Leng Ao Liuli last night, and the fingerprints are still fresh.

Along the way, Chen Feng dodged for fear of meeting his colleagues and asking questions.

Going into the class room to receive the order is also the last one to go in.

I thought there would be no one.

As a result, Qiu Chen, who was full of the house, looked towards the door.

Chen Feng chuckles in his heart, and asks, how do you explain this? Said it was the daughter-in-law? I have no daughter-in-law. Said he went to Zuixinfang to go around? Nonsense, how could I go to such a place.

"Morning, it's all here." Chen Feng smiled awkwardly, trying to make sure that his tone was calmer than usual.

"You came just right, come and listen to ghost stories."

Kaiyang Xu Qiuchen smiled and beckoned. The rest of the people saw that it was not the boss Lin Zhonghou, all of them cut and went around to listen to the story.

No one cared at all about the weird mask on Chen Feng's face.

This is the advantage of Chen Feng’s little trouble before and yesterday’s fishing and fighting with resentful souls. The former makes people feel that this relationship is ordinary and not a threat, while the latter makes people feel that this relationship is interesting and can be used everywhere.

Anyway, the current Chen Feng has become his own, and being eccentric is no longer the point.

A ghost story? Chen Feng was stunned slightly, and said to his heart, what does our Soul Surgery Division do? What does Beidouke do? There are ghost stories every day. You all take this as a surprise one by one?

This sounds like a fart.

"Come on, move a place." Chen Feng inserted into the crowd, and when he looked forward, his mouth was crooked. The protagonist of the ghost story, Chen Mingting, who was kicking on the stool with his sleeves and one leg, shook his fan to the teapot. Ou Julian, who is drinking a cow.

The two people talk about cross talk. They sing and play together, and the essence of cheering and teasing makes it a perfect one.

Chen Mingting slapped his thigh, smacked his mouth, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Say that our two brothers are killing the Quartet at the Changsheng Gambling House. The tip of the hill is so high."

"Oh, how high is that!" Ou Julian opened the folding fan and measured with gestures.

"Have you never seen it? Two buns are taller than the busiest girl in Zuixinfang."

"Just blow it."

"Don't believe it yet, yes, this is not the point, the point is the latter half of the night."

"Then tell me."

"After gambling, I went out of the gambling house. The sky was a hairy moon, still crimson, and the road was not clear. The black street was empty."

"Hey! It's suffocating, just say what's the matter."

"I haven't walked a few steps yet, I was so cold that I was urinating, and asked Brother Ou to wait on the street. I went to the corner to solve the problem. It hasn't been released yet, guess what?"

"Don't sell Guanzi, Bian you." Chen Feng raised his fist and shook, interrupting the brothers' cross talk.

This scene was in line with the wishes of the Qiu officials, and they all cheered for help.

"Don't be noisy, listen to me." Chen Mingting waved his hand, and saw that everyone's appetite was stoked, and he said slowly.

"My waterline just passed the wall..."

There was another cry of the Qiuchen.

Chen Mingting happily, wiped his mouth, and continued: "I just passed the wall, and someone was slapped on my shoulder. At that time, I thought Brother Ou was also coming to drain the water. I didn't even look at it and said, stay away. , Your wet vamp is strong, don’t get my vamp."

Ou Julian wanted to hit with a fan, and was directly jumped away by the well-prepared Chen Mingting. He also flicked the vamp very connotatively, and continued:

"The thing that slapped my shoulder shouldn't be me. I squinted at it. Good guy, the urine line retracted in shock immediately. Guess what, the palm was drooping on my shoulder and three fingers were broken."

"However, this doesn't scare me. We are the soul-saver Siqiuchen. What kind of ghosts have never been seen before, just this? Who are you with?"

"I still tease people and say, hello, which way is it? Are you coming to pee too?"

"Hey, guess what, that broken palm actually spoke, saying that you are good at gambling, let's take a bet."

"I got excited when I heard this. Grandpa, I just killed a living person without leaving a piece of armor. Betting with a ghost is still the first novelty. What is this called? This is called excitement."

"Then I agreed with the idea of ​​playing with broken palms, and I went straight to the gambling method, hey, it's really new, and it made me guess how much money it weighs."

"I haven't spoken yet, Brother Ou yelled from a distance, hey, Brother Chen, did you crush the wall and crush yourself to death? Others would have done all their shit. , What are you still inking."

"I turned my head and agreed. Brother Ou is coming soon. Coke is going to kill me. There is a ghost to bet with me."

"Wait for me to look back, oh, the ghost is gone."

"Brother Ou, who came from a distance, still criticized me, saying that I was obsessed with my heart and lost our face."

"Cut, I thought it was a female ghost Aventure." Chen Feng first waved his hand to show his disdain.

All the Qiu officials looked dumbfounded and led the orders to leave.

Chen Mingting is still yelling from behind, "It looks like he was a gambler before he died. The anger will not go away. Sooner or later, my brother, you are familiar with Cao Tomb. Tell him to go to his soul with a cry. Performance is not."

"I won't be with you two gamblers." Chen Feng waved his hand from a distance, jokingly said: "When you two become gamblers, I will tell Uncle Cao tomb again."

Chen Mingting chuckled three times and was about to fight back. Ou Julian got up with his folding fan and swayed: "I'll go and talk to Uncle Cao. Didn't you see Brother Chen covering his face? I must have been scratched by the girl last night. I'm sorry to see people."

Chen Mingting slapped his brain and said annoyed: "Hey, why didn't I pay attention to this, I should have told him to make a fool of himself."

……

To the Dimensity Group.

Chen Feng greeted a group of shaggy men and said that the house was started.

There are not many quests for soul weighing today, and the rewards are also common.

But there are two more unacceptable remnants.

One of the two singles had their ankles cut off, and the other had their **** piers cut off.

"What's going on these two days?" Chen Feng frowned and muttered, worrying.

The first soul to be judged as incompetent by the Yin-Yang Booklet, as of yesterday, his obsession was quite deep.

Two more appeared today.

Is this frequency too high?

Reminiscent of yesterday's obsession with suffocation, the obsessive "how much my soul weighs, are there two or two", combined with the previous ghost story that Chen Mingting told about the gambling method of soul weight.

Chen Feng has an ominous hunch.

In order to confirm the guess in my mind.

Chen Feng went to the Recording Division to check the soul weight information of other groups in recent times.

"Sure enough." Chen Feng rubbed his eyebrows, and found that the recorded information about the remnants of the soul has appeared intermittently to frequently appearing, especially in recent days.

Chen Feng asked the subordinate staff of the Recording Department, and people couldn't tell why it was. He only said that the phenomenon of remnant souls belongs to the normal range. Sometimes there are more and sometimes less, no one cares.

The soul is heavy... the gambling... the gambling shop... the lack of a catty... Chen Feng felt that he had faintly grasped a certain line.

But what does this mean.

Shen Hun Division only cares about the dead.

Chen Feng himself was just guessing, and he was not too busy to be a private investigator.