Du Gui lay on the bed, turned his head and glanced at Zhang Quanyou, and said disdainfully: "If there is no restaurant nearby, would I be lonely?"

Zhang Quanyou smiled awkwardly and said, "That's not a big deal. I just arrived in the area in the past two days and I'm not very familiar with it."

"Oh, lie down, I'm going to buckle you up."

While talking, he put a cupping pot on Du Gui's waist.

"hiss……"

Du Gui bared his teeth, lay down on the bed, and said slowly: "My hotel is passed down from our ancestors. Our ancestors have been here for generations. In the morning, weren't you setting up a stall on the funeral street behind you? If you walk a hundred meters forward, there will be

It’s an old street, and at the end is my hotel.”

Zhang Quanyou frowned.

Although he has only been in this area for two days, the logistics work for the polling bureau has been completed long ago, and he basically knows what facilities are nearby.

And that old street that Boss Du was talking about.

It was not mentioned in the information provided by the polling bureau.

Can't help but.

Zhang Quanyou looked at Du Gui with a very strange expression.

In the morning, he could see at a glance that Boss Du was entangled in dirty things and had a deep Yin energy. He would soon turn into a ghost slave.

Ghost slaves are the puppets of some very vicious ghosts.

For the birth of a ghost slave, there must first be a fierce ghost, which the poll bureau calls a fierce god.

When people come into contact with evil spirits, they are blinded by them and confuse their minds.

Over time, they will become walking zombies, and there is a high chance of becoming ghost slaves.

And Anju "now" is very special.

Basically 100% transformed into a ghost slave.

Zhang Quan's thoughts were racing. He felt that either Du Gui was lying, or that this man had been completely obsessed by ghosts and was living in hallucinations.

But if that's the case, the way of speaking and cognition cannot be the same as normal people.

It's obvious that the problem can be found.

But there is nothing wrong with this Boss Du.

Just as he was thinking about it, Du Gui's voice suddenly interrupted him: "I said, Lao Zhang, are you okay? I'm waiting for you to hold the cupping pot, why are you so dazed?"

“Do you understand that the customer is God?”

Zhang Quanyou immediately laughed with him.

"Hey, Boss Du, as you said, I will buckle it for you right now."

"Well, hurry up, I have to go back and make soup."

While Zhang Quanyou was holding the cupping jar for Du Gui, he quietly took out a small bottle from the pocket of his beach pants, which contained some kind of gray liquid.

Silently, he dropped it into a cupping pot.

Then, he pinned Du Gui behind his back.

This bottle of liquid was made by the experts at the polling bureau.

Specially designed to remove Yin Qi.

It can also be used to deal with those dirty things.

However, when it drops on the human body, it will be very painful, as if a needle has been pierced into the flesh, and the temperature of the needle is still 18 degrees below zero.

The heavier the yin energy, the greater the pain.

However.

Zhang Quanyou waited for a long time.

He didn't even hear Du Gui cry out in pain.

"Holy shit, what's going on?"

Zhang Quanyou thought to himself: "He has so much Yin Qi that even a tough man would scream in agony. Why is there no reaction at all?"

He stared at Du Gui's back.

It's like you can see what flowers are.

But.

He saw nothing.

"Did I see it wrong?"

Zhang Quan is suspicious, but he does not rule out this possibility. After all, there are problems in Anzhou now, and many things cannot be explained by common sense.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Du Gui turning his head and staring at him indifferently.

That look was cold.

There was no expression on his face, he was completely blank.

Zhang Quanyou panicked: "Boss Du, what are you looking at me for?"

Du Gui's expression softened slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Technician Zhang, do you have any serious illness? Why are you staring at my back? Don't you have it yourself?"

Zhang Quanyou said awkwardly: "Oh, to tell you the truth, on my first day at work, I learned cupping first, so I just stared at the cupping for fear of bleeding you."

Du Gui laughed angrily: "Get out."

…

Zhang Quanyou left in despair.

Du Gui lay on the bed.

He suddenly felt a little sleepy.

After a while, the fight started on the eyelids.

"call……"

Du Gui leaned his head against the bed.

At this moment, a drop of water fell from the ceiling.

clatter……

Water dripped on a cupping jar behind Du Gui's back.

And that cupping pot happened to be the cupping pot that Zhang Quanyou had dripped the gray liquid into before.

Tick ​​tock…

Another drop of water falls.

Tick ​​tock…

Tick ​​tock…

More and more water droplets splashed on the cupping pot accurately.

Unfortunately, this cupping pot is a glass bottle.

Therefore, you can see that the top of the glass bottle looks like there is a crack, and a drop of water gradually seeps in and slowly condenses.

Wait a little longer and it will drip onto Du Gui's back.

…

Inside Jinhuihuang Bathing Center.

at this time.

Zhang Quan walked in the empty bathroom with a serious face. The further he walked in, the mist of hot water became hazy.

It has completely lost its previous wretched temperament, but it gives people a very inconsistent feeling.

It's like he's pretending to be serious.

"I smell it."

Zhang Quanyou squinted his eyes and muttered something in a low voice.

He had just been scolded by Du Gui, but he left without retorting at all. It was not because of anything else, but because he smelled the smell of the ghost he had been tracking down.

The polling bureau is a semi-official and semi-private organization.

Specializes in solving some supernatural events that ordinary people cannot understand.

And these people are a mixed bag, including Taoist priests, Yin-Yang Masters, some folk heretics, and some people with special abilities.

For example, Zhang Quanyou.

He has many identities, and his nose can even smell ghosts.

However, Zhang Quanyou could only vaguely smell the smell of the thing and was unable to determine the exact location of the other party.

"After the problem happened in Anzhou, it was really evil."

"If it were in other cities, even if it ran anywhere, I would be able to find it immediately."

"No wonder those old people didn't want to come over immediately."

The further Zhang Quanyou walked in, the stronger the smell became.

And the fog is getting thicker and thicker.

In the blink of an eye, the entire bathhouse seemed to be filled with white mist, making it impossible to see anyone even three meters away.

Zhang Quanyou slowed down and took out a bottle containing gray liquid in his hand.

Tick ​​tock…

Tick ​​tock…

There was the sound of water droplets in the fog ahead.

Zhang Quanyou carefully walked in the direction of the sound.

But just then.

He suddenly stopped.

The fog in front is so thick that it seems to have formed a wall.

Zhang Quanyou was standing outside the wall. The scent he smelled at the tip of his nose was very strong and faint. He even saw a vague outline in the mist.

It's like there's a person standing in the fog.

Zhang Quanyou directly took out the bottle and shook out a drop of gray liquid. At some point, an extra red rope appeared in his other hand.

The red rope is used to catch that thing.

In the blink of an eye, the fog immediately melted away.

In front of him, the back of a man appeared. The man's back was turned to him. He was wearing a thick blue-gray coat. There were holes in some places, revealing the stuffed silk cotton inside. The coat was already soaked, and the corners of the coat were down.

dripping water.

Obviously, this is not a human being.

Zhang Quanyou rushed forward, threw the red rope in his hand, and put it directly around the man's neck.

"Success?"

But the next second, when Zhang Quanyou saw the man's face clearly, his expression changed drastically.

It turned out to be the body of technician No. 8, Lao Wu, who had resigned and returned home.

"I...I was actually deceived. This is a corpse, not a ghost."

"Where is that thing?"

Zhang Quanyou immediately turned around and smelled the smell in the air, but the smell of that thing was everywhere, and he couldn't tell a specific direction at all.

"Damn it, if it escapes, the possibility of finding it in Anzhou next time is almost zero."

Zhang Quanyou was very worried.

That thing has already killed seven or eight people in Anzhou. It is extremely dangerous. And as it kills more people, it will become more terrifying, and it may become a fierce god.

Moreover, once it takes shape, trying to catch it is basically equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack.
Chapter completed!