I kept the smile in the bureau, so of course it was not handed over to Ye Zhining, but to Duan Jinran in Beijing.

After arranging the smile, I left. It was around six o'clock in the evening.

I don’t take smile because I’m going to find money and they can’t delay this matter, and the longer they delay it, the more dangerous they are.

I don't know where to go to find them, but I feel it is necessary to go to Maishui's house to check out. She lives in Room 12, 7th Floor, Unit 4, 3rd Ring Road.

Third Ring Road is a flat building area, and the only high-rise building stands out among a bunch of three-story buildings. I don’t have to deliberately search for it before I see it.

Can Maishui live in this building? The answer is no. She is an orphan and a student, so where did she get so much money? At least half a month ago, she lived in a flat building like the people around her. The answer to how to live in this building is self-evident.

There are not many people living in a building built in such a place. From entering the elevator to exiting, no one saw it, there was no sound at all, and there was no popularity here.

Room 12 - I stood in front of the door and took a breath, my eyes sank, and I took out my ghost hunting gun to prepare.

"Click--" I opened the door with a sound of sound, and a violent cold wind followed, as if I was about to blow everyone away.

As the door opened, the room was filled with wind, and the papers in the room flew around and stopped falling.

"Bang!" I fumbled and turned on the light. The bright room was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. I waited for a while before I got used to it.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the house were wide open, which happened to form a convection with the open door. The whole house was filled with wind, but I had no intention of closing one of them.

Just grab a piece of paper in the air - it is a recent shopping invoice.

This woman! I couldn't help but sneer in my heart.

Walking from the living room to the bedroom, I didn't feel any yin energy in this house, which means that An Jun is not very here. But there is something I need here.

Walking to Maishui's bedroom, he opened the wardrobe and took out an older piece of clothing from it.

I need to use it to find wheat water.

The most popular generation in the countryside of the Northeast is the great gods. These great gods often meet people who are scared to death. Once they meet them, they will use the clothes that the person has worn before to call the soul where the soul loses.

Ordinary people can call it the soul. People who learn Yin-Yang's art can naturally use items that a person uses to search for the soul based on the breath of the soul. Such things are even more worth mentioning to Si Zhi because they are naturally particularly sensitive to souls. Even if I have not learned Yin-Yang's art with Yin Zi, I am very sensitive to the soul because I am Yin Mingsi. Moreover, soul searching is not a difficult Yin-Yang technique.

There are no mantras in Yin and Yang Techniques. They all follow the "Book of Changes" and are consistent with the Yin and Yang Theories of several famous Feng Shui masters in the Tang Dynasty. However, Yin and Yang Techniques are higher than those of the "Book of Changes" and those Yin and Yang Techniques. They are very similar to the Yin and Yang Techniques in Japan, but they are simpler and more exquisite than Yin and Yang Techniques. But don't forget that Yin and Yang Techniques were also spread from China to Japan. It was only after time crafting and integrating their local culture that they had their own Yin and Yang Techniques.

I took the wheat water clothes and took a pot of transparent water. I put the clothes into the water. The water belonged to the Yin, and there was a breath of soul staying on the clothes. Then I took out a tracking talisman given to me by Jiang Qin and put it in the water. Everything was OK.

It is not as simple as the surface to find the soul. If the soul of a living person is heavy and yang energy is low, there is no harm. If it is a dead person's soul search, it is very likely to backfire, but it is generally impossible to find it. Because the yin energy can cover the yang eyes, and ghosts are the obsession of the Yang people, and they are also transformed from the conservation of energy. They carry a powerful magnetic field on them. Obsession is invisible and intangible. However, when the obsession reaches a certain level, the magnetic field will also increase, and the ghost can appear at a condensation point.

The Yin magnetic field has no extremes and can easily disappear. Therefore, the Yin Realm is used to accommodate ghosts. Ghosts who are unwilling to go to the Yin Realm are either killing people slowly to compete for energy to maintain their own magnetic field.

Actually, I don’t know what things are like ghosts, but just like in movies and novels, they have good and bad memories, and they have their own memories.

The scene began to emerge in the clear water.

Streets and highways flashed quickly, and finally stopped at a three-fork intersection. There was no one in the three-fork intersection. In a moment, a man suddenly stood under the red light at the three-fork intersection. Although it was very strange, he returned to his original state without waiting for me to carefully look at the man's basin.

I saw the signpost next to the red light at the Sancha Road intersection saying: Yangfeng Street.

However, when I stopped the taxi and said, "Master, the three-way intersection of Yangfeng Street." These drivers all looked up at me and said, "Young man, why are you doing in Yangfeng Street? That's not a good place. I won't run to rent Yangfeng Street."

Every driver said this, and I really didn't understand, so I could only ask: "Okay, I'm disturbing you, then Master, why don't you run to Yangfeng Street?"

"You look like you are a foreigner, right?" The driver did not refuse, lit a cigarette and leaned against the car window and said slowly, "There is a Sanchakou on Yangfeng Street. It was a year ago. He was a good child and looked very handsome. The child was named Li Bai. I heard that he was the school grass of the School of Cultural Studies when he was alive. He disappeared when he was only twenty years old. What a pity."

"That child died so badly, you don't know. A big truck crushed the child alive and crushed it.

This is nothing. Since the child died, the road intersection has always been in car accidents every now and then, and many people who died have been crushed or hit, with their hands, feet and heads broken."

"Later, the driver didn't dare to go there again, for fear that he would kill someone and lose his fortune without being controlled. The pedestrians didn't dare to go there, and even the people living there moved away slowly."

"Who knew that there was another robbery at the fork in the road two months ago, and it was still a child who died. The child was named An Jun, who was only twenty years old and was studying at the Guowen University."

"Hey, the child died miserably. He was stabbed more than a dozen times and died in the middle of the road. The blood kept dragging from the red light to the middle of the road. Maybe he was asking for help, but there was someone on that road."

My eyelids twitched. It turned out that there were two ghosts there. The first ghost seemed to be even more powerful, but wasn’t it an accident? How could he have such a big obsession? I guess he was just a petty person when he was alive.

In the end, because no driver was willing to go to Yangfeng Street, I could only open the mobile phone map and walked by myself.

It seems that Yangfeng Street is really famous in the ghost street of Beijing.

It turned out that An Jun was killed by a robber.

I really admire An Jun. Those victims also died in Yangfeng Street. I don’t think that Maishui can bring everyone to Yangfeng Street with just An Jun. Naturally, Maishui has made a lot of efforts? This woman is really disgusting.

Liyangfeng Street is getting closer and closer, and the surrounding yang energy is getting less and less. There are no lights on the buildings on the street. It is like it has been abandoned, with the smell of death. Fortunately, sometimes I can meet several families, after all, not everyone believes in ghosts.

However, when I slowly approached the three-way intersection of Yangfeng Street, there was really no one around me.

The moonlight made the street road even more desolate. The gloomy wind rolled up the plastic bags on the ground, blew the windows on both sides with "slap" sounds stimulating the eardrums of living people. The whimpering sound of the wind was like a ghost crying, and goosebumps instantly rose up.
Chapter completed!