I use ghosts as cash machines

Chapter 74: Wandering around and getting caught

A master who can make people feel in awe just by hearing his name and seeing his person must have helped everyone successfully deal with very difficult things, and this is how he became famous.

Later, I stopped engaging in the profession of Feng Shui master for a long time. I must have felt the backlash from heaven, so I washed my hands in the golden basin.

Although he didn't know what specific conditions the Chu family had offered, the price they paid must have been high to have invited such a respected elder to help him despite the possibility of backlash from the heavens.

"Then will I also suffer from five shortcomings and three shortcomings due to leaking too many secrets in the future?"

For someone like me who has been helping old ladies cross the street since I was a child, it seems difficult for me to not mind other people's business. Ahem, I can't help but feel my conscience.

When I just woke up from the vegetative state, I would open the window for Uncle Jin who shocked me greatly.

I heard that cause and effect would be involved, and I felt a little sad.

Will I end up with a miserable end because I am involved in too many causes and effects of others?

"Don't worry, we are different from those Feng Shui masters who make money by relying on Feng Shui magic. We are underworld workers!"

When I asked these questions, Liu Yu was beside me, and she said with disdain:

"Those ordinary people make money by leaking secrets. If too many secrets are revealed and the trajectory of things changes, exceeding the limit of the tolerance of heaven, they will suffer backlash.

And what we earn by helping ghosts resolve their obsessions and get through the gates of hell is the power of faith, which is paid to our accounts after the settlement of heaven's law. Every point more or less is tangible and tangible. Faith is the currency circulating in the ghost world!
Otherwise, why do you think Mian Pian Lian didn't sell the talismans he drew on the market, but just sold them to ghost hunters like us in the underworld store?

Although his face is paralyzed and his temperament is a little cold, he is a man of real ability. If he enters the Feng Shui world, what can he do to those poor Feng Shui family members today? "

It is estimated that Mr. Qiu, in Sister Liu's eyes, is just one of those children from aristocratic families with "bad bones".

Liu Yu patted me on the shoulder: "So, little girl, just mind your own business. As long as it has something to do with the ghost whose obsession has not disappeared, you don't have to worry about the backlash from heaven or anything. But in the future, if you sell talismans or show them to others, Looking at Feng Shui, that’s not necessarily the case.”

Alas, the way to make money is right in front of me, but I have no way to do it. It feels a bit pity that I can't eat the meat in my mouth.

Chu Yucheng was still on the stage talking about the design of the mall, the Feng Shui pattern, etc. Instead of staying here, I slipped out of this private room like a movie theater and started walking around in the mall.

Catching ghosts is more suitable for me, and I don’t have to worry about the five disadvantages and three shortcomings.

Last time I came here, I just checked to see if there were no ghosts in the open shop. I didn’t carefully check whether there were any traces of ghosts in the toilets. Today I plan to search carefully.

There are several security guards patrolling each floor of the mall.

I shamelessly wandered around the mall.

I started searching from the toilet on the first floor and opened every door to check carefully. But from the first floor to the fourth floor, I only found a few imps with weak souls and bodies. They all avoided me when I saw them. If you can't, you can't wait to be eight hundred meters away from me.

I want to catch a kid and ask about the specific situation here, but I can't.

Only then did he suddenly realize that his bag contained several talismans to ward off evil spirits and suppress ghosts. They were painted by Daochang Chen himself. The aura on them was not something that ordinary little devils could bear.

The average kid would definitely avoid it if he felt it. How could I catch him?

I quickly hung my bag on the door handle of the fire escape on the fourth floor, planning to go upstairs again to see if there was anything hidden.

The strange thing is that there are still a few little ghosts from the first to the fourth floor, but when I get to the fifth floor, I can't see any.

I went up to the sixth floor, planning to go back and catch a few imps if I couldn't find them and ask about the situation.

As soon as I opened the toilet door on the sixth floor, I immediately felt something different.

It's obviously the same light, but the light outside the toilet door is bright, but inside the door seems to be shrouded in a layer of unclear fog, which makes people feel a bit depressed.

The sound of flushing suddenly came from the toilet, breaking the silence here.

There is something negative. I've noticed it.

After starting to practice, in addition to my clearer perception of the vitality of heaven and earth, my perception of Yin Qi has also become much sharper.

The yin energy here is strong, mixed with resentment and hostility, and a black cloud flows out from the crack in the door of one of the toilet cubicles, which looks very scary.

It is an existence that is more intense than the resentment of the plastic surgery ghost.

I took a deep breath, made full mental preparations, and pushed open the door of the toilet cubicle that kept letting out black gas.

As expected, there was a little ghost inside the door.

But this little ghost's appearance... This is the first time I have seen such a strange ghost.

It was only the size of a baby, but it had two heads! In addition, it had an extra hand on its back, which was very strange.

What is this?
This strange-looking thing was pressing the button on the toilet tank, watching the water flow out of the tank again and again, then filling up, then flowing out again, and filling up again...

It seemed to be having a great time, and the hands on its back were waving excitedly. The two heads were chattering to each other, but I didn't understand.

The whole body exuded the stench of sewers, the abnormal proportions of hands and feet, and the twisted figure made me feel sick.

When this kid saw me pushing the door open and staring straight at me, it let out a piercing scream, and I couldn't help but frown.

Sure enough, naughty children, whether alive or dead, are a troublesome species!

Is it the main culprit that makes this shopping mall a "suicide sanctuary"?
When I thought that it might have killed more than a dozen people, I suddenly lost my good attitude:

"Stop screaming, it's too noisy."

I spoke in disgust.

"Why! I don't want it! I don't want it!"

While the naughty kid continued to scream, he pressed the button on the water tank more quickly. The noise and irritation made my eardrums hurt.

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I stretched out my right hand and slapped its little butt hard.

"You dare to hit me!"

The kid suddenly bared his teeth and wanted to bite me.

I grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up. Not to be outdone, the hand on his back suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me feel chills.

I was planning to have a "friendly" exchange with him when suddenly, there was a "clang" knock on the door of the toilet.

"Ma'am, are you okay, ma'am?"

It was a man's voice. It should be the security guard patrolling this floor. He heard the noise in the toilet, was worried that something had happened, and came to check.

I didn't have time to continue talking about this thing. I took out my mobile phone, opened the Underworld Know-how, exchanged it for a ghost bag, and stuffed this unknown thing into the ghost bag.

The originally empty ghost-catching bag was expanded by the ghosts that were put in it. As I closed the bag, the things I was punching and kicking inside were locked by the formation that came with the bag. I could no longer move, and the bag deflated again. .

"I'm fine, I'm fine!"

While I was talking, I came out of the toilet. As soon as I came out, I faced a guy with an unkind expression——

Chu Yucheng was standing outside the toilet door, holding the canvas bag I originally hung on the fire escape door handle on the fourth floor, staring at me defensively.