DSF Chapter 34

 Qi Ningzhou said there was a ghost. Zong Qi was stunned for a moment, then nervously approached him: "Where is it?"

They got off the car and walked to the main road.

After a while, the sunset that was hanging on the horizon just now gradually faded away, twilight gathered, and the entire earth was submerged in the night.

Although it is late, it is still a city street after all, and it is not as crowded as the slums where Zongqi lived before. There are many people walking on the street after dinner, and the lights are on in the surrounding shops. It doesn't look like that in any way. It looks like a ghost.

"there."

The Heavenly Master pointed at the shade of the tree with the tip of his sword, looking wary.

Generally speaking, most ghosts are earthbound spirits. The more resentful the ghosts are, the harder it is for them to leave their birthplace. On the contrary, some little ghosts with little resentment can still move around occasionally.

Anyone who dares to walk out on the street, unless he has some special medium or is possessed by someone else, is basically impossible to be a ghost.

But for some reason, Qi Ningzhou felt a chill on his back all the way.

Just now, when I was one step behind and talking to Zong Qi, I felt a great sense of crisis. I immediately picked up the peach wood sword and looked around, and then I discovered the source of the ghostly energy.

Seeing Qi Ningzhou so nervous, Zong Qi was also a little nervous.

He quietly pulled his hair and received a lazy yawn from Xiaohong, and then he felt at ease.

When they were just on the bus, Xiao Hong gestured to him and said that the Little Celestial Master seemed to feel its existence, but Xiao Hong was now very experienced in being a behind-the-scenes spirit, and no flaws were exposed.

Maybe Qi Ningzhou confused the ghost's ghostly aura with Xiaohong's ghostly aura.

Now that he takes Xiaohong out, none of the animals around him dare to approach him. The cats in the community arch their backs and furrow when they see him from a distance. Now that the house has a wild tree that can drive away bugs, it is so clean that not even a mosquito can be seen. None can be found.

Zong Qi suggested, "Shall we go over and take a look?"

Qi Ningzhou nodded and continued to walk over step by step as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Under the tree not far away, the man who seemed to be a ghost was dozing off with a broom in his arms.

When Zong Qi and two people came over, she suddenly woke up and stood up.

"Ouch, ouch, I'm such an old bone."

The old woman stood up, slapping her back, and raised her cloudy eyes to look at them, "What do you want? Do you want to ask for directions?"

Just as Qi Ningzhou was about to speak, Zong Qi quickly stepped forward and blocked his right hand holding the sword behind him.

"Yes. Grandma, we just want to ask, how to get to the ghost market?"

Some people walking on the roadside saw the two of them talking to the air, and they quickly moved away, fearing that they were patients who had just been taken out of the mental hospital.

"Ghost market? Go straight over there, you'll see it later."

The old woman struggled to stand up and pointed into the distance with her broom.

There is an alley over there, and at the end it seems to be a road. From a distance, it is dark.

Qi Ningzhou wanted to speak again, but Zong Qi quickly covered his mouth, "Thank you, grandma, let's go first."

"Hey, that's good."

The old woman showed a bloody smile: "Young people today are so sensible, walk slowly along the way."

She watched with a kind face as the black-haired young man half pushed and half pulled away the young man wearing the robe of the Heavenly Master, until he could no longer see her. Then she rubbed her eyes and slowly bent down, ignoring the big hole in her stomach. , picked up the broom and shovel on the ground, and slowly swept the street.

The fallen leaves were passed through by her broom, but the old woman seemed not to notice them. She hunched over and swept repeatedly on the street, making her bright orange sanitation worker's clothes shine brightly.

It's just that the words "sanitation worker" have been soaked in blood for a long time, and have faded to black over time.

After Zong Qi pulled Qi Ningzhou away and walked to the corner, he released his hand covering the other party.

Although the Heavenly Master was confused, he was not angry. He straightened his clothes and waited for the black-haired young man's explanation.

"Have you noticed that Grandma doesn't seem to know that she has turned into a ghost?"

Zong Qi didn't try to seduce him, and bluntly stated the basis for what he did.

Qi Ningzhou frowned and looked back.

As expected, other passers-by couldn't see the ghost of the old lady at all. The old lady didn't seem to notice that these people couldn't see her. She mechanically swept the floor with a broom, not even noticing that her other hand was limp and had broken bones. leg.

The Heavenly Master thought for a while and said, "My master has said that although this situation is rare, it does happen. It may be that he has been doing such things before his death, causing cognitive errors and even forgetting the fact that he has passed away."

"But what does that matter?"

He looked at Zong Qi: "Grandma didn't know she had turned into a ghost. I just saved her and let her go to reincarnation."

By the way, the Heavenly Master also added something in his mind. This kind of soul that doesn't realize that it has become a ghost is best to be saved. All you need to do is tell her the truth and recite the rebirth mantra, and everything will be fine.

Zong Qi sighed: "It's not impossible. But if you think about it, if you can become a ghost, it means that grandma must have had unfinished obsessions when she died, and they were very strong."

Qi Ningzhou nodded.

Indeed, this is a prerequisite for becoming a ghost.

"Grandma hasn't noticed it yet, which means her fate is over. If we convert her like this, it will definitely be a pity, at least for me."

"Since the old lady is just an ordinary earth-bound spirit, and she is not as resentful as a ghost, and there is no need to worry about her harming others, why not just let her wait there."

Zong Qi did not do it on a whim.

With Araki and Xiaohong at home, Zong Qi knew a lot more about these ghosts.

Fierce ghosts have lingering grievances and cannot go back to reincarnation. Once they are done, they will most likely lose consciousness and can only dissipate into the world. There is no choice whether to harm others or not. Because they are resentful, they cannot control themselves. Even Xiaohong and Araki, one was forced to sign a contract by Zong Qi to regain consciousness, and the other is obsessed with the child.

But ordinary ghosts are different. If they are not resentful, they must have deep obsessions to linger in the land of the living.

Not to mention anything else, after meeting him, since he had never harmed anyone, Zong Qi felt that there was no need to take care of him. Of course, if he could help, he would help a bunch of people, which would also be considered a good deed for himself.

After hearing what he said, Qi Ningzhou thought for a long time and took back the peach wood sword.

"Although this goes against the ancestral precepts of our mountain sect, I think what you said makes sense."

The two reached a preliminary agreement, looked at each other, smiled, and left towards the place where the old lady had just pointed the way.

Fortunately, the road is not very far.

When they arrived at the ghost market, the street here was almost full of people.

The road was not wide, but wider than an alley. It was covered with densely packed wires and cables, and a few dim light bulbs hung on them, dimly illuminating the dirty asphalt road.

Below are those who set up stalls in the ghost market. If you look around, there are only a few stalls with lights on. The one that holds up the sky has placed a lantern next to it. The red light it reflects can't even illuminate half of the stalls. It can't be seen at all. No matter what, there are quite a lot of people there, and the black shadows can be seen as far as the eye can see.

The gatekeeper, who was sitting on a rocking chair at the end of the ghost market with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his eyelids and said, "First time here?"

Qi Ningzhou nodded.

"Ten dollars a flashlight."

Zong Qi looked up and found that everyone around him who came to the ghost market had flashlights ready in their hands. When he saw the stall he liked, he squatted down and shot it, holding up the flashlight to negotiate with the stall owner.

"Thank you, boss, but no need."

He stopped Qi Ningzhou's hand from taking out the money, turned on his phone with ease, and pressed the flashlight button.

In an instant, the flash used for shooting on the back of the phone lit up.

Tianshi's eyes lit up, and he clumsily took out his mobile phone, and followed suit under the careless expression of the gatekeeper.

Saved another twenty bucks.

For Qiningzhou, it was the cost of doing a job, which was a huge sum of money.

Just this time, bringing Zong Qi here won’t cost you anything, and you will definitely make money.

"That's amazing. Why didn't I think of that?"

He sighed and looked down at the message on his phone.

"Ah, the client is here. It's nearby. Brother, please wait for me. It said that I should be handed over by myself."

"Okay, if you need anything, just contact me via text message."

Tianshi took a compass and looked around, and found that this ghost market was really just a market where people gathered to sell gadgets, and his fear was immediately put down. After saying hello to Zong Qi, he took the compass and went to see the client.

Zong Qi stayed where he was, looking left and right.

Xiaohong also took advantage of the darkness here to boldly spread her ghostly energy and search around the stalls.

When he came out this time, Zong Qi told him to try his best to find some related things in the ghost market.

Originally, Zong Qi had no ambitions, and it was the same after being bound to the horror film director system. At most, he just wanted to make money.

But things were different after I discovered the Pisces jade pendant the day before yesterday.

He wanted to open that advanced copy and find some truth.

Maybe it's the truth, maybe it's a coincidence, but it's something left by relatives after all. Zong Qi can't ignore it.

So in order to accomplish his goals, he needs to sign more employees.

Just when Xiaohong rarely obeyed the boss's order and worked hard to search for ghost energy, Zongqi returned to the entrance of the ghost market.

Facing the gatekeeper's lazy gaze, he asked: "I would like to ask, do you know any murders that have occurred in this area?"

After Zong Qi finished speaking, he felt that his wording could easily cause ambiguity, so he added: "The deceased was an old lady who was a cleaner. It was not a murder, but an accident."

The gatekeeper shook the fan in his hand: "Is it the one at the street corner? I remember this."

"A year ago, the cleaner was killed in a car accident. I don't remember anything else. The scavenger had no children, but he had a wife, but his eyesight didn't work very well. It is said that his wife died. When I was groping for it on the road, I fell and broke my leg."

Zong Qi was stunned for a moment, then asked in a low voice for his wife's address.

"You ask me, how do I know?"

The gatekeeper took another puff of cigarette and blew out the mist into the dark night: "There is a Gushui Street behind the ghost market. Go there and have a look. Maybe it's there."

"Thanks."

After Zong Qi thanked him, he turned around and heard Xiao Hong calling him, so he left in a hurry.

Only the gatekeeper glanced at his back from a distance and muttered that he was a weirdo.