?è??Shanghai, as one of the largest cities in China, has always been regarded as impossible to have supernatural events, or even cities not in the supernatural circle. In fact, this view is wrong. (Almost all books I want to read are, which are much more stable than ordinary websites, and updates are faster. There are no advertisements in the full text. So I thought of asking for help from folk experts, but the fifth group of the national font has a bad relationship with the traditional supernatural circle. There are only a few folk experts who can invite them, and Taoist Natsuyun is one of them.

When I arrived in Shanghai, I left the train station and looked at the endless crowd in front of me. I was a little dazed. A few months ago, I was standing outside the Beijing Railway Station. There was also such a large crowd and so many crowds. In a blink of an eye, I actually came to Shanghai from Jiayuguan City and the Gobi Desert, which seemed like a dream.

"Let's go, we have organized an appointment to meet Natsuyun Taoist at 3:00 this afternoon, don't be stunned."

Bazahu patted my shoulder and walked forward with a smile.

The air in Shanghai was a little humid. The day we arrived in Shanghai was also gloomy. On the way, you could see a man with a big back and a suit and a vest wearing a leather shoe. This is called "piling mold" in Shanghai dialect. It can be explained that it means a scalper. Of course, there are people who exchange foreign currency or sell foreign cigarettes. He has been carrying it for a long time.

After leaving the train station, three buses fell down. When I arrived at the small villa in Nanyun Taoist in the suburbs of Minhang, Shanghai, it happened to be three o'clock in the afternoon. The wind was very strong, and there was a two-story private house in front of me. The door was tightly closed and the windows were clean. Bazahu leaned over the windowsill and looked inside, but it was so dark that it couldn't see anything clearly.

"Bang bang bang..."

I knocked on the door a few times, but there was no reaction inside. After a while, no one came to open the door. This made Bazahu and I a little strange. We agreed to meet at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Taoist Nanyun would not go out at this time.

At this moment, a villager in a nearby village probably heard the sound of me knocking on the door and shouted, "Don't knock on two kids, who are you looking for?"

He spoke very unstandard Mandarin, with a Shanghai-local accent, which made us both struggle, but we could barely understand what he meant. Bazahu smiled and said, "I'm looking for the owner of this family. We are relatives from other places."

I guess I didn’t worry much when we both looked like children. The other party shook his head and said, “You two children don’t know! Some time has happened to this family. The master has a special time ago…”

I didn't understand the last sentence, and frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Auntie, can you speak Mandarin?"

Then the other party said word by word: "I said, the owner of this family died some time ago!"

As soon as these words came out, Bazahu and I changed their faces drastically, and Taoist Nanyun was actually dead!

"Auntie, please tell me clearly, why did you die?"

I shouted in surprise.

"You are from the north, you always shout from the auntie. About three days ago, it was thunderstorms and it was dark. The dogs around us were barking, which was very scary. Then we heard screams, which scary. We ran out to take a look. As a result, we saw the door of the house open, and there was someone lying at the door. We hurriedly called the police. When the police and ambulance arrived, the man was already out of breath. Hey, I have known each other for several years. He died when he said he died. Now he is still lying in the morgue of the hospital, and no cause of death has been found. There has been someone nearby in the nearby TV station, hey..."

The villagers in front of them sighed repeatedly, but these words fell into the ears of Bazahu and me, which was completely different. Taoist Nanyun is a supernatural person and a well-known figure in the supernatural circle. How could he die if he said he was dead?

After a few words, the villagers turned around and walked away. I looked at Bazahu blankly and asked, "What should I do now? Everyone is dead. Don't you need to report anything to the fifth group of the national number?"

Bazahu lowered his head and looked very serious. After a while, he said, "The report must be reported, but before that, we'd better check the cause of Nanyun Taoist death by ourselves. Don't you find it strange? I'm coming to find him, but he died. Is it because someone deliberately facing the fifth group of our national number?"

While speaking, Bazahu wandered around the house and found nothing. The house looked normal, and even my psychic eyes could not see any problems.

"It looks normal outside the house. It seems that you still have to go inside and find out. Please help me watch it, I smashed the glass."

This kid is wild enough and brave. If I encounter this special situation, I will definitely turn around and leave. He insisted on pulling me to find out the truth. He hugged his fist with a cloth piece. Bazahu punched the window behind the house. We entered the house one by one and one behind, and as soon as we landed, we immediately felt the difference in the whole house.

My whole body shivered and couldn't help but shake a few times. Just as I was about to speak, Bazahu grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear: "If you have yin energy, don't talk. There are probably dirty things in this place..."

I quickly shut up and walked behind him towards the dark room. The sky outside was gloomy, but the house was a little darker and the visibility was very low. I couldn't help but reach out to open the lamp holder on the wall. As a result, I pressed the switch but no lights were on. I frowned slightly. Generally speaking, even if the owner died, the house would not be powered off. Bazahu walked around the first floor of the house and found nothing. Then he took my hand and took me upstairs. After going up to the second floor, it became even darker. In the strange quietness, the sky outside was even more gloomy. It seemed that it was going to rain. We walked around the two rooms on the second floor, but still found nothing.

"It seems like there is nothing."

I whispered, but I could see Bazahu's extremely serious face. I reached out to find a small bag from his backpack behind him. The small bag contained some black soil. Bazahu put on gloves and grabbed a handful of black soil from the small bag and began to sprinkle it on the ground. While sprinkling it, he said: "This thing is called Yin soil. You can see it in some rural graves. Because it gathers Yin energy, it is also considered an evil thing. It is generally best not to touch it with your hands. After sprinkling it on the ground, it will absorb the surrounding Yin energy and attract some souls."

After sprinkling a few handfuls of Yin soil, he pulled me to hide in the cabinet in the room, leaving a small gap. Through the small gap, you can see that in the very dark room, a strange light green air flow slowly floated around the Yin soil...

"Is that Yin Qi?"

I asked strangely.

"No, this is ghostly aura!"
Chapter completed!