It was already afternoon after cleaning the three rooms. The sun had already set in one corner of the mountain, and only half of it was emitting a faint light.

The distribution of the room is also very simple. Lin Jianjia slept in the room on the left, Fang Yuan, Chen Ping, Zhang Wei slept on the earthen kang, and Zhang Shengli was the old man among them, so he slept alone in the room on the right.

As for Zhang Wei, he disappeared before he started cleaning. He went out with the people who came to the yard before. I don’t know what he was doing. He hasn’t come back yet.

"Can I ask you some questions?"

Fang Yuan walked to Zhang Sheng and saw him leaning against the tree roots outside the yard with his eyes closed. I wonder if he was asleep.

"I'm very curious. How could the people who assigned us a mission think that the ghosts in Ximen Village are easier to deal with?"

Regardless of whether Zhang Sheng heard it or not, he sat down and said to himself.

After a while, only Chen Ping's snoring echoed in the air.

Finally, Zhang Sheng's eyelids trembled and opened his eyes. There was some blood in his eyes, as if he had not had a good rest.

"The function of the headquarters is to solve supernatural events for those who survive. When a supernatural event is detected, the headquarters will send people to solve it. When encountering a ghost with less ability, it will stay specially for the assessment of newcomers. It seems that you are not bad, so I will give you a piece of advice, talk less, observe more, and ensure safety before doing things. Try not to act alone." Zhang Sheng turned his body, turned his back to Fang Yuan, then closed his eyes and spit out a sentence.

Seeing that Zhang Sheng no longer planned to continue talking, Fang Yuan also became silent.

Although I spent the past few days at the training base, Fang Yuan knew in his heart that he had not really come into contact with the ghost driver.

Everything has to be spent on this mission. After all, if you can't even solve the most basic incident, then there is no need for you.

Don't say anything to grow.

The lifespan of a ghost driver is only a few months. If you use your ability frequently, your lifespan will be shorter.

"The ghost is not at a high level, but you can't take it lightly." Seeing that everyone in the yard was sleeping, Fang Yuan's eyelids were also a little sore.

“It’s raining?”

It started drizzling in the dim sky, and a few drops fell on Fang Yuan's head through the leaves. He raised his head slightly and murmured to himself.

I turned my head and looked outside the village. I didn’t know when it started, but the fog in the mountains had slowly risen and began to spread throughout the village.

The few of them retreated into the room. They each entered the room. Fang Yuan and Chen Ping were left lying on the earthen kang. When they heard Chen Ping's snoring, Fang Yuan couldn't lift his eyelids and fell asleep even after narrowing his eyes.

...

The moon is bright and shines on Xiqiao Village through the branches.

Since no one takes care of it for a long time, the surrounding tree canopy covers the sky and the sun is occasionally shining through several gaps.

The moonlight hit Fang Yuan's face through the cracks in the sealed window. He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at his phone, and found that it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Suddenly, his eyes pointed and found that the satellite receiver on his phone had no signal!

He patted Chen Ping, who also opened his eyes sleepyly.

"What's wrong, Brother Fang, aren't you sleepy these days?" Chen Ping muttered with his eyes closed. He hadn't slept well at the training base these days. He felt that he could fall asleep as long as he calmed down.

"Does your phone have signals?"

Fang Yuan lowered his voice and asked, usually in the nightclub, he often fell asleep until the early morning, so he didn't feel sleepy, but it was a little weird now.

"No." Hearing Fang Yuan's words, Chen Ping took out his cell phone and looked at it, shook his head, and then closed his eyes.

When Fang Yuanxin heard that there was no signal on Chen Ping's cell phone, he gradually sank.

The satellite phone signal will basically not be disconnected unless it is subject to strong magnetic field interference.

I said before during training that there is a theory that ghosts are actually a manifestation of magnetic fields, and the strength of the magnetic field represents the strength of ghosts.

Zhang Wei still didn't come back, it was already evening now.

Fang Yuan looked out the door and saw that the moon was very bright and the drizzle was still drizzling, but it was not heavy. The soil mixed with the fresh smell of rain kept drilling into the room.

"Dongdong!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the building, which scared Fang Yuan so much that he was shocked, and the rest of his sleepiness also dissipated in an instant.

"Wake up."

Fang Yuan's face changed slightly, and he pushed Chen Ping's body.

"Well..." Chen Ping stretched his waist and stood up from the ground and yawned: "What's wrong, Brother Fang."

"Shh!"

"Did you hear any strange noises just now?"

The sound from the upper floor was like the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground. Although this small building had a second floor, they had never climbed it up.

"Hmm? What a sound, I..." Chen Ping said after listening carefully. Before he finished speaking, a click suddenly came from the upstairs.

It was like the sound of a door being closed.

Chen Ping looked up at Fang Liang uneasy and swallowed: "Brother Fang, is that thing coming?"

Fang Yuan shook his head with a look of ugly expression. He turned on the flashlight and prepared to wake up Zhang Sheng and Lin Jianjia.

Just as he got out of bed and put on his shoes, he looked up and found a figure staring at Zhang Sheng’s door. He was so scared that his heart beat faster. After seeing his face clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You heard it too?"

"Yes." Zhang Sheng nodded expressionlessly.

"Chen Ping, Brother Zhang Sheng and I will go upstairs to see. You wake up Lin Jianjia first. We will notify you as soon as possible if there is anything wrong."

Fang Yuan picked up his backpack on the earthen kang, took out his pistol from it, and carried the bag on his shoulder, saying to Chen Ping, who had already put on his shoes.

"Okay, be careful."

Fang Yuan walked up and looked at Zhang Sheng. Seeing the latter nodding slightly, he swallowed and walked out of the door.

If there were such a fierce ghost upstairs, this would be his first time facing a fierce ghost.

The stairs upstairs are on the right side of the courtyard gate. There are wooden stairs. Perhaps because of a long time, several rows have been broken and they creaked when they step on them.

Hearing the sound of the stairs falling apart, Fang Yuan lowered his feet and turned off the flashlight in his hand. The moon in the mountains is usually very round and bright, and can be seen without the light.

He turned around slightly and saw Zhang Sheng holding the stairs with both hands and following him. He was looking at the windows on the second floor with a glimmer of light, some of which looked like the burning lights of candles.

The window on the second floor is facing the courtyard door. There are several layers of rice paper on the wooden windows, but the rice paper is almost broken, and only a few pieces remain on it. When the wind blows, it is shaking.

Fang Yuan had never felt so nervous. He had already sweated a little in his hands. The rain gently fell on his forehead from outside the eaves, calming his restless heart a little.

"Hmm?" Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. What was I going to do before? Why did I feel like I had forgotten something important?

But after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't remember it.

"You guys go to bed first, I'll help you watch the night." Fang Yuan stood up and said lightly.

He is really not sleepy now, and it is somewhat difficult to change the habits he developed before.

"Okay." Chen Ping fell asleep, but it was farther away from Zhang Wei's place.

Lin Jianjia looked at Fang Yuan's back and opened her mouth. In the end, she still didn't say it and walked into the room.

Fang Yuan sat on the steps at the door, looking at the drizzle in the sky, his eyes a little misty.

All of this is like a dream. His life was repeating the same rhythm every day. Although it was stable, it seemed a bit boring. After becoming a ghost controller, although it was a bit dangerous, he felt that his heart seemed to be more excited than before.

Suddenly his eyes turned sharp. He saw a red figure in the moonlight, slowly approaching. Subconsciously, he wanted to stand up from the steps, but no matter how he found that he could not move. He wanted to scream, but found that his throat seemed to be cut off by the vocal cords and could not make any sound.

Cold sweat flowed downwards with his forehead in an instant, and he looked at the red figure step by step in the rain with horror.

"A ghost? Or is it an unsolvable ghost?" Fang Yuan's heart pounded wildly. He activated the ghost hand. In an instant, blood flowed rapidly on his hand. A swelling instantly wrapped around his arm, but in just a moment, his right hand lost intuition.

The evil ghost was suppressed? Fang Yuan's heart was filled with despair, and he just watched the figure slowly approaching.

This figure is a hunched figure, as if he is walking in the rain with his body down.

Gradually, she approached, Fang Yuan saw her appearance clearly, her face was full of wrinkles, her face shrank into a ball, and her chaotic eyes were staring at Fang Yuan. What was even more terrifying was that her clothes seemed to be a shroud! There was a big word "Fu" written in the center.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes, he gave up resisting and welcomed the arrival of death.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes in confusion, but scared him to death. His face was so close that he seemed to be close together. A faint smell of corpse stinking came into his nose.

Suddenly, the old lady shrank slightly and took a step back. She smiled in an old voice: "Young man, don't worry, I won't kill you, but this is not the place you should come. You can leave quickly, maybe you still have time to save your life."

A red light covered the old lady's body and disappeared in an instant.

"Ghost Realm!!" A trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

“Cruff!”

“Cruff!”

Suddenly, a harsh sound rang in the dark, extremely harsh, like a dilemma of cutting the legs of a stool with a saw and then being halfway through the saw, stuck inside. He suddenly found that he could move.

Fang Yuan turned the flashlight into the room with a frightened expression, and saw a black Taishi chair swaying slowly back and forth in the center of the room opposite. In the darkness, there seemed to be an invisible person sitting on it and fanning it.

"ah!"

Kong Sen stood in a dense forest and urinated. The moment of comfort made him moan comfortably.
To be continued...