Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 57 Ghost Seeking Life

In the next month, An Yan ran back and forth to do the work of Zhao Li.

Ten p.m.

"receive!"

A modified mineral water bottle painted black replaced the Fenggui wine jar and was used by An Yan to carry it with him. The wine jar was too big and conspicuous.

In the dark alley, the wandering soul who had no choice but to miss the mortal world was taken in by the mineral water bottle.

An Yan immediately tightened the bottle cap and affixed a ghost-suppressing charm, and the shaking bottle immediately became quiet. After putting the mineral water bottle into the bag, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the transparent screen.

On the list sent by Officer Zhao, a name was immediately crossed out, but another name soon popped up, which made An Yan's forehead veins pop out.

That fellow Zhao Li must have written down a whole month's worth of work.

He immediately found Li Zhao's Fetion and sent a voice message.

"Damn it, Mr. Zhao, why didn't you say it was for one month?"

Soon a message was sent. An Yan clicked on it and Officer Zhao's voice rang out.

"Didn't I say that? No!"

Officer Zhao's innocent voice came out.

"I&%#ㄟ."

"Now that I have finished scolding, let's let go of the anger."

"piss off!"

An Yan hung up the phone directly. His harsh words were weak because he realized that he really didn't seem to have anything good to do about this bitchy official Zhao.

In terms of strength, he couldn't beat Zhao Li.

In terms of being humble, Zhao Li has reached the state where man and sword become one.

Just thinking that he had been working until the end of the month, and there was no need for one night, An Yan gritted his teeth, rode on the electric donkey and continued to wander in the dark night.

Fortunately, collecting ghosts can be regarded as a good deed, and he can earn some income from his evil deeds.

Over the past month, with his own efforts, his cultivation has gone very far in the realm of refining qi and transforming into gods. His magic power has become thicker and thicker, with faint signs of condensation. The Yin Shen has also become stronger and stronger under the nourishment of magic power. My hair is clear and I am no longer so weak that I fall down when the wind blows.

I hope the "medicine" really works, otherwise he will suffer a big loss.

After complaining, An Yan finally felt comfortable and put his phone on the phone holder at the front of the car. His next destination was near the funeral parlor.

"The wind is very tight these days, and the bodies are being guarded very tightly. It's all because of the hanging sword."

"After a while, this will really happen."

In the funeral home office, Ding Qiang, the night shift manager, was answering the phone and was very dissatisfied with the repeated requests on the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the Xuanjian Weibo on his computer, the report about whether the corpses in the funeral home were really incinerated, and snorted coldly, minding your own business.

Fortunately, he was very cautious before, and most of the corpses he selected were orphans. Now, a single Weibo post cannot kill him, because there are only suspicions in the Weibo post.

It's just that recently, he had to stay quiet for a while so as not to attract other people's attention.

By the way, he was going to talk to his men.

While thinking, Ding Qiang walked out of the office.

On the other end of the phone.

Heihu looked at the hung up phone, frowned, and then dialed another number marked boss.

"Black Tiger, what do you want from me?"

"Boss, the body can't be found yet. It seems that someone has noticed that the body is missing in the funeral home."

"Is it the hanging sword?"

"Yes." The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then it rang: "Have you found the person?"

"There is already a suspect, and her hair and photos have been sent to you."

Heihu was a big man nearly two meters tall, but he seemed extremely nervous and respectful when he answered the phone. He was obviously very afraid of the boss on the other end of the phone.

"Well, I understand. Don't you still have some stock over there? Use the stock first, and you don't have to worry about that girl."

"clear."

Ding Xiaoyu's identity is a reporter, but she also has another identity secretly, that is, a hanging sword who specializes in exposing the unfair side of society.

Now Xuanjian has more than 300,000 fans on Weibo, which makes her firmly believe that everything she does is right. She wants to become a sword hanging over the heads of those evil people, the Sword of Damocles.

Recently, someone left a message under Hanging Sword, saying that employees of a funeral home secretly stole and sold bodies that were supposed to be cremated.

Because most of the corpses were those of orphans, they had not attracted attention.

Such a message caught Ding Xiaoyu's attention, and since the funeral parlor was in Youdu, she decided to find out the truth of the matter.

Those lonely and widowed people were already pitiful during their lives, but they had to suffer such disasters after death, so Ding Xiaoyu was very angry about these things that were playing with the remains of the deceased.

Not to mention, after some investigation, she actually found clues.

Unfortunately, due to insufficient evidence, there is no way to crucify these bad guys.

Therefore, tonight, Ding Xiaoyu came to squat outside the funeral parlor as always.

Because the work of the funeral parlor usually ends in the afternoon, and someone will be on duty in the evening, this is often the easiest time to do it.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew up, making Ding Xiaoyu shiver with coldness.

"Ha, it's so cold! Why is it so cold suddenly?"

Ding Xiaoyu huffed and warmed his hands and shrank his neck. There was silence all around, and since he was outside the funeral parlor, it was somewhat crowded.

But she is not afraid of these, because she is a staunch atheist, and science has proven that ghosts are just conjectures made by people out of fear.

But Ding Xiaoyu didn't see it. Behind her, there was a person standing, dripping with water all over his body, his face was pale and there were water plants on his body.

"Strange, why is there a dripping sound?"

The sound of dripping water sounded from behind, and she felt a chill, as if something was standing behind her.

"Who's bluffing?"

Ding Xiaoyu turned around suddenly and found that there was no one at all. She frowned, why was it so strange tonight. Thinking that she was hallucinating, she subconsciously turned around and prepared to continue squatting when a grimace suddenly appeared in front of her and smiled at her.

Blackened and rotten gums, swollen and pale face, half of the face was eaten by fish to reveal the pale bones of the face, smelly water plants on the body, and the smell of stinky and rotten fish hit his face.

Such a thing suddenly appeared in the dark night. Even Ding Xiaoyu, who had always been brave, was frightened to the point of losing his soul. The two lights on his shoulders were instantly extinguished.

Without waiting for Ding Xiaoyu to react, the water ghost directly possessed her body and walked towards a nearby river.

Ding Xiaoyu couldn't die in front of the funeral parlor. Her identity was too sensitive, so it would be best to pretend to commit suicide by jumping into the river.

There were no cars on the road leading to the funeral home at night. An Yan had just collected a wandering ghost nearby and was about to call it a day. The car lights illuminated the road ahead.

A dripping figure on the roadside caught his attention. With a flash of magic power in his eyes, he saw the water ghost on the girl's body.

That water ghost actually dared to smile provocatively at him.

An Yan laughed angrily, are all ghosts so arrogant nowadays?
  This is simply intolerable. You dare to provoke Taoist priests.

So he accelerated the car to the fastest speed, made a beautiful swerve and stopped in front of the water ghost, turned over and got out of the car.

"You're just a devil, do you come out on your own, or do I beat you out."

"Haha, don't think that because you are a Taoist priest, I am afraid of you. If you can, beat this girl to death."

The water ghost had an arrogant face like "I have a hostage, what can you do to me?" As he spoke, he even took the initiative to move his hands.

(End of this chapter)