The sleeping ghosts were awakened by Wei Yuan who knocked on the door.
Although they became ghosts, they were not fierce ghosts, and the influence of their previous life was still there. In fact, most ghosts were irrational and would follow the rules formed by their previous life habits. However, these rational wandering souls still retained the habit of sleeping and resting, especially after being frightened today.
At this moment, they all sat in front of Wei Yuan with sleepy eyes.
For some reason, after just a short absence, they felt that this mysterious person in front of them had a breath that made them feel fearful and oppressive. It was a bit difficult to resist what he said, so they could only stay honestly.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes with a willow leaf dipped in water.
Then he pulled a stool over and sat in front of the ghosts, asking about the cause of death and what these ghosts were good at.
The first one was the swollen water ghost. After he answered, Wei Yuan looked at the water ghost and asked in surprise:
"So, you were fishing alone at night, you accidentally dozed off, and then fell into the water?"
"Yes."
"If you were so sleepy, why didn't you go home earlier?"
"No, no, I have to catch something when I get out. How can I come back empty-handed? Tell me about this."
"So what did you catch in the end?"
"...…I caught a corpse, my own. I peeled off the face and was shocked. I realized that I had become a ghost. I was hooked by the rotten fishing net under the water and couldn't swim up."
The second sister was a painter who was collecting folk songs. She accidentally ate pesticides and died. She couldn't be saved.
The two paper figures were purchased from the descendants of a deceased master. They were a few years old and had no special skills. At most, because the body was a piece of paper, they could eavesdrop through the crack of the door.
The man in ancient costume whose evil object was a broken sword was taking a nap. When Wei Yuan asked him, he instinctively straightened his back slightly, and then said carefully: "...I can't remember my name very clearly, but I still remember that I worked under Marshal Qi and killed a few Japanese pirates. I don't know how I slept until now."
Qi's Army?
Wei Yuan was a little surprised.
That was a ghost that was hundreds of years old. How could it not become a ghost king like in the story?
After thinking for a while, he said: "Then you know swordsmanship?"
The man answered honestly: "Well, I know a little about broadsword, Japanese sword, gun, and bird gun."
The voice paused, and then quickly added:
"But it's just the superficial martial arts of the army. I have to form a mandarin duck formation, and I can't compare with the generals."
"It's okay, as long as I know it."
Wei Yuan put the waist badge in his pocket. Finally, he had a target to use his ghost-exorcising magic.
At present, fishing and painting can't help to exorcise demons.
He also bowed to the Qi Family Army's sword ghost like the ancients, and said:
"I need your cooperation on something, thank you."
"I don't deserve it."
Wei Yuan opened his five fingers slightly, and then in front of the ghosts, his right hand appeared with flowing light, and a transparent talisman appeared in his palm.
Wei Yuan felt that some of his indescribable power was lost, and during the existence of the talisman, this power was still lost. He didn't dare to delay, and shook his wrist, and touched the talisman on the eyebrows of the sword ghost who was frightened and dared not move, and whispered.
"Climbing the mountain stone cracks, wearing a seal. Wearing a canopy on the head, stepping on Kuigang."
"Six Jia on the left, six Ding on the right, no god will not be subdued, no ghost dares to face it, command!"
......…
The [Exorcism] magic has taken effect.
Wei Yuan felt that the Qi Family Army's soldier soul was lodged in his right hand and was under his control.
At the same time, an indescribable feeling emerged in his heart.
It was a sense of familiarity.
For the cold weapon battle, and the mastery of some hot weapons, it is not a skill that needs to be recalled, but an instinct directly integrated into the body, it is experience, the experience gained from honing and surviving in the most brutal battlefield of an era.
He tried to get familiar with this feeling.
Thinking about it, he walked to the cabinet next to him and started searching.
This place was once haunted, no, there were indeed ghosts. The three people who looked after the museum bought the Longquan sword online to ward off evil spirits. Although it turned out to be useless, the sword was still there, because this place was evil, they did not dare to take the sword away when they left.
It was the Eight-sided Han Sword.
Wei Yuan took out the sword, stood in the living room, and held the hilt.
Close your eyes and meditate.
A familiar feeling emerged.
Wei Yuan had never touched a weapon, but now his evaluation of the sword naturally emerged in his mind.
It is good steel.
But it's not a good sword.
What a pity.
Wei Yuan exhaled, cleared his mind, held the sword, and tried to follow his instinct and experience to use the sword, slashing, stabbing forward, drawing arcs from bottom to top, teasing defense, retreating and dodging. It was a simple battlefield swordsmanship, without many fancy parts. At the beginning, the speed was very slow, and there was still a bit of unfamiliarity in the movements, but gradually he became more skilled and his speed gradually increased.
The water ghost next to him saw Wei Yuan's dry and clumsy swordsmanship, and his face became strange. He whispered and commented with other wandering souls.
Wei Yuan didn't care, just tried to get familiar with that experience as much as possible.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a battlefield full of corpses.
It was a bird's-eye view from a high place, which was the most impressive experience of the remnant soul of the Qi family army.
But the cruel and bloody aura unique to the cold weapon battlefield still shocked Wei Yuan's pupils and shrank, and his mind was in a trance for a moment.
The illusion disappeared instantly.
But it made the swordsmanship experience gained from [Exorcist] explode.
Wei Yuan was like being on a battlefield, with a ferocious enemy in front of him. He took a step back suddenly, half-bowed, and his back was tense, like a tightly stretched strong bow.
The muscles all over his body instantly burst into power, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand stabbed forward fiercely.
A strong and piercing sound of breaking through the air.
When the simple and plain sword move of stabbing ended, the sword body made of patterned steel was still trembling.
The first type of usage of [Exorcist] was entangled on the sword body, and the power to expel evil ghosts overflowed.
The whole room became much warmer.
A group of wandering souls stood on tiptoe, with their backs against the wall, not daring to move.
The room was terribly silent, with only the low and solemn sword sound slowly overflowing.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and exhaled a long time later. He pointed his finger, and a talisman appeared in the void, then shattered, canceling the exorcism method. The sword ghost appeared next to him, and the whole ghost looked a little dazed. Wei Yuan put away the sword. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that even if he canceled the [Exorcism], he still had some familiarity with the sword.
Although he was not as good as the soldiers who survived on the battlefield, he was not comparable to ordinary enthusiasts.
The remnant soul of the Qi family army was in a trance, and had some premonitions, saying: "My lord, you want..."
Wei Yuan nodded, pointed to the red embroidered shoes, and said:
"This thing has come to the door, and we have to deal with it."
He recalled the courtyard he saw in his dream, and the antique and extremely real wooden building. He had an instinctive feeling that this wooden building might be real. According to various strange stories, this kind of place must be useful for capturing female ghosts.
If you want to find a place, you can search on the Internet, but the speed will definitely be slow.
In addition, there is another way.
"Come with me to report the case."
The water ghost was stunned: "Call the police to catch the ghost? Can it work?"
Wei Yuan found a box to put the red embroidered shoes and the strand of black hair that he had cut off before, and said:
"With these, I should be able to try to persuade them to help find the place."
"If I'm not mistaken, the red embroidered shoes on the feet of the person who was killed earlier are gone."
......
At this time.
A black car stopped in front of the Quan City Police Station.