unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 1 Song meets the person
In the 16th year of Tianyuan, on the first day of June, there was a mountain road in Meishan Village, Tanzhou Prefecture.

Dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed in the clouds, and there was no organization or discipline.

Song Yu sat in the carriage, listening to the rumbling thunder outside, and stretched his neck to look outside.

Several springs on the mountain rush down, as irregular as lightning, flowing turbulently all over the ground like white snakes. The fields below have long been submerged. Wooden houses in twos and threes are located among the green cliffs, and the mountains are thick with green. The raindrops dropped together.

After a while, the raindrops fell down like cannons, and the mountain forest instantly became filled with the sound of waves.

Song Yu quickly retracted his head and wanted to say a few words about the rain, but in the end he could only hold back four words.

"This rain is really heavy."

It's not that she doesn't want to say it, it's just that she has little education. When she grows up, she knows a total of 76 words.

This is quite an improvement. When I first joined the Decryption Division at the age of 16, I only knew 36 people. Looking at the word "Decryption Division", I called them "Jiaobi Division".

Of course, she also wants to save face. Although she is uneducated, she does mind when others say she is uneducated.

She thought that it was not her fault that she could not read. Her family was poor, and her parents still expected her to get married quickly and reduce her share of food. How could she imagine that she would still be able to read?

These 36 words were learned outside the school when she was herding sheep.

It can be said to be very inspiring.

Being uneducated is her biggest taboo, and the other taboo that ranks first is being told she is short.

She is not tall.

Not only is he short, he is also very thin, with extremely dark eyebrows and extremely white skin, like a small, white goose egg with thickly painted facial features.

It's pretty good-looking, but it doesn't meet the requirements for good fertility.

This prevented her from marrying as her parents wished.

Fortunately, the world became chaotic later, and some strange things appeared everywhere. The court called them "spirits" and set up the Secret Secret Service. She used her little bit of wisdom to get in, and she has been mixed in until now.

Song Yu was very dissatisfied with his immature face. After lamenting how heavy the rain was, he stared expressionlessly at the beautiful face opposite him.

The owner of this face is called Su Mian. The legs are legs and the waist is waist. The face is painted with makeup and powder, like a plump peach that will rot if not picked.

Song Yu just stared at Su Mian, wanting to twist off Su Mian's head and put it on his neck.

Why didn't this face grow on me? What a waste.

Su Mian felt uncomfortable looking at her: "Why do you always look at me?"

Song Yu opened his eyes and told lies: "There are vegetable leaves on your teeth."

Su Mian quickly took out a small mirror and carefully checked his teeth. After making sure there were no leaves, he gave Song Yu a crutch.

Song Yu changed the subject: "Why are you using a hearse to pull a car? A hearse always feels unlucky."

The person pulling the cart outside was an old horse. It took one step and rested three steps. It was a low-level spiritual creature. It was about to reach the foot of the mountain, but it couldn't reach it. Walking was probably faster than it.

Su Mian said: "You used the last silver to buy a big kite."

A broken kite cost a hundred cents, which made the already poor family even worse.

Song Yu changed the subject again: "Your breasts are crooked."

Su Mian took out a steamed bun from the left side and said, "Can you eat them all? If you only eat one, can it keep it from being crooked?"

As soon as the steamed buns were taken out, Su Mian immediately showed up. He was well dressed and looked like a pitiable delicate flower. Now that the waves were no longer rough, how could he still be pitied?

He looked at Song Yu and felt that she just deserved a beating.

Song Yu was dumbfounded by what he saw, and changed the subject again: "I don't know what the spirit is like this time. Have you heard of Luo Yuan? I heard that he is the stingiest spirit hunter in Tanzhou. This time teammates."

As soon as he talked about gossip, Su Mian became energetic.

"A wick was broken into two halves. It was talking about Luo Yuan. He had a son who died in infancy. He took it out on a straw mat and buried it. Later, he brought the straw mat back. When worshiping ancestors, the meat was collected. I borrowed it from the butcher's shop, and when I returned it after the sacrifice, I was given the nickname Money Catcher."

"Ouch." Song Yu was speechless.

The two passed the time talking nonsense until the carriage reached the foot of the mountain.

The rain finally stopped.

After getting off the carriage, we found the village. The only living creatures left inside were three chickens, sleeping with their heads tucked into their wings.

Four bodies were dumped randomly on the roadside.

These four people were poor and simple in life, but after death they expanded violently and turned into human-shaped water sacs. When raindrops hit them, they made a muffled sound, and you could see the water sloshing under the skin.

The bones, internal organs, and meat all turned into water and were wrapped in a thin layer of skin.

"What's the problem?" Song Yu squatted down, wrapped his sleeve with his finger and poked it. The human skin water bag swayed and made a hollow sound.

All things have spirit.

The spirit can be hidden in any place you wouldn’t expect, maybe even in the soil beneath your feet.

The simpler they are, the more dangerous they are. Maybe you will die just by touching them. The more complex they are, the more harmless they are.

Su Mian looked around and said: "There is no one alive, they are all dead, even the cows are dead."

"Why isn't that chicken dead?" Song Yu glanced at the three chickens that were still there.

"Maybe the food is different?" Su Mian guessed.

Song Yu rolled his eyes at him: "Both humans and cows eat grass?"

"." Su Mian pursed her lips tightly.

Song Yu stood there, not daring to move for a while. He couldn't find the spirit, which meant that they might die here at any time.

Originally, she wanted to catch the three chickens and try them one by one, but looking at the situation in front of her, it was best not to touch even the chickens.

Death follows us everywhere.

Song Yu wiped his hands and looked around carefully. He didn't find anything wrong except that it was raining a lot.

But now is the plum rain season, and there is already a lot of rain in Tanzhou Prefecture. The Xiangshui River floods almost every year at this time, so it is not a big deal if it rains a lot.

This spirit is not a low-level and complex spirit. It is not simple to be able to kill so many people silently.

But where is the spirit hidden?
In the dirt?
On chicken?
In the water?

Everything is possible.

Su Mian saw that she was thinking hard and her face was wrinkled, so she asked, "Do you want me to cut the body open?"

Song Yu shook his head. The spirit might be hidden in the corpse. Once someone cuts it open and checks it, he will be killed.

"Go find where Luo Yuan is. Whether he is dead or alive, don't touch anything."

Su Mian nodded, and was about to go find Luo Yuan, who had been here a long time ago, when he suddenly grabbed Song Yu and said, "There is someone on the mountain."

A man is rushing down the mountain.

There was extreme panic on this man's face, as if he had seen something terrible. When he was halfway down, he suddenly stopped.

His body expanded rapidly, and you could even hear the gurgling sound of the water in his body. The bones and flesh under the skin disappeared, leaving only a pile of water.

Then the man fell down with a "bang" and rolled down the mountain. He was blocked by rocks again, making a huge sound of water echoing.

Su Mian stood there, his hair standing on his head. On a hot day, a cold air penetrated from his feet to his head, and there was cold sweat on the back of his palms.

(End of this chapter)