Chapter 1: Wheat bags contain resentful souls, are you serious?
"I can't live another day like this."
After eight o'clock in the evening, in a small shop deep in the alley, Song Yu sighed helplessly as he lay on the counter.
In front of me are the steaming instant noodles and the computer on the counter.
He took a sip of instant noodles and looked at the web page on the computer at the counter.
[Recruiting typists, 200+ per day, reliable daily payment, only a 50 yuan deposit...]
[Rent your TT communication number, 80/hour, you can make money while lying down...]
[Like and follow the short video, one follow Fifty cents, you only need a mobile phone to operate, a part-time job is a must for stay-at-home moms, we are waiting for you...] ...
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Gan, isn't there a serious online part-time job?"
Song Yu continued to flip through the web page, it was impossible to go out to work As a part-time worker, I want to live a few more years.
According to official statistics, the probability of being killed by ghosts and monsters while staying at home is only 1.2%.
Ever since he was sent to this world by a dump truck arranged by an unknown old Yinbi, he had stayed in this snack shop for more than two months.
Every day he would go out for a walk during the day, close the door before six o'clock in the evening, check out the news on the Internet and then go to bed.
Song Yu had a very regular life and insisted on the principle of not going out at night.
Because he didn't know which corner would suddenly pop out of a ghost or something, he didn't even bother to find out why he had a two-story snack bar under his name in a place he was unfamiliar with after crossing over.
They come, the security.
The current main mission is to stay alive.
"Bang bang bang..."
A gentle knock on the door sounded, causing Song Yu's hand holding the mouse to freeze and he looked at the two closed wooden doors.
It's so late, is there anyone outside?
No, it's impossible to see anyone on the street after seven o'clock.
What you see may not be a human being.
Song Yu paused for two seconds, pretended not to hear the sound, closed the computer, and quietly prepared to walk to the bedroom on the second floor.
As long as I'm not curious, there's no danger.
Song Yu comforted himself in his heart, he didn't want to fight another ghost.
Although this so-called battle was caused by the unlucky ghost accidentally throwing himself on a kitchen utensil in the back kitchen when he wanted to hurt himself the day before yesterday, he never wanted to experience it again.
"Do me a favor... We are from the Special Affairs Bureau. My team member is injured and needs a rest urgently."
A low voice came, making Song Yu's hair stand on end.
Are they all pretending to be human beings to deceive people?
Then he continued upstairs.
"I smell the smell of instant noodles. Let's go inside and rest for the night. I can help you apply for a protective magical weapon from the bureau." A
protective magical weapon?
Song Yu didn't stop, and he would probably hit GG first when he opened the door, without the need for a magic weapon.
"There are also generous rewards." The male voice sounded again.
Song Yu stopped, walked to the door in cat steps, and listened gently to the sounds outside.
Since he was so polite, if it was a ghost, it must be trying to trick him into opening the door before committing the murder.
A deep female voice sounded outside, "Ahem... Captain Liu, no one will open the door at night. I can't hold myself back anymore. It will only drag you down. According to our current situation, it is too dangerous to stay for a long time in the dark. Captain, you Hurry up and leave, we can't all get in."
The man scolded,
"What nonsense are you talking about.
" "If the door isn't open inside, at worst, I'll just break the door down and pay for a new one at dawn. It's better to be fired than to die." Strong on the outside. "
The voice outside the door gradually became quieter, seeming to be hesitating.
"Here? Where are your documents? "
Song Yu said after pondering for two seconds.
Some ghosts will follow certain rules. For example, they cannot enter a human's room without being invited, and some cannot hurt humans face to face. These
rules are strange, but they are summed up by countless human lives. .
"Here." "
A corner of the ID was stuffed into the gap under the wooden door.
Song Yu took it in carefully, quickly opened a software with red and blue icons on his phone, and entered the ID number on it.
[Liu Feng, No. 3, Group 3, Liangcheng Special Affairs Bureau Captain of Team 7.]
It is consistent with the certificate and it is true.
Song Yu thought for a while, went to the kitchen and took a kitchen knife in his hand.
Then he slowly opened the old wooden door and saw the two people with gray faces outside.
The smaller woman was half lying down, and the man was squatting next to her.
Both of them were looking at themselves.
"Come in quickly. "Song Yu glanced at the darkness outside and said quickly.
He had already seen the opponent's special uniform and the red and blue logo on the chest.
Liu Feng didn't say anything and walked in holding the team members beside him.
Song Yu quickly opened the door He closed the door and took a deep breath.
Looking back, he found the man named Liu Feng looking at him.
"Is your colleague... okay? "Song Yu quietly hid the kitchen knife behind his back, without the slightest embarrassment of not being able to open the door just now.
Liu Feng shook his head gently, "The situation is not optimistic. Hello, you have confirmed our identity just now. We are facing an emergency now, so If I want to stay with you for one night, I will leave at dawn, and someone will compensate you later.
Song Yu asked: "You won't bring danger, right? " "
No, as long as we are not exposed to the dark for a long time and are tracked, we will not cause you any trouble." Song Yu then nodded: "
That's okay, but I only have one bed."
"It doesn't matter, we just stay where we are. "
Song Yu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you...the ghost controllers? " "
Nearly half of the staff of the Special Affairs Bureau are ghost controllers. They improve their abilities and fight against ghosts by fusing them with ghosts.
"Yes. Liu Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Is there really a ghost inside you?" "
Song Yu's face was full of curiosity.
The one he met before was so ugly and had a ferocious face. Now that he thinks about it, he feels chills in his back. They are so brave to be able to fuse ghosts to increase their combat effectiveness.
Liu Feng nodded indifferently. She has no extra energy to deal with the curiosity of ordinary people, and is looking at her team members with furrowed brows.
She has no obvious trauma, but her face is sallow, there are heavy dark circles under her eyes, she looks like she has stayed up too late, and she even has no ability to move. Most of them were lost.
Liu Feng knew the reason, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Do you have water and food here? "
He turned to look at the shop owner. This was a snack bar, so there should be one.
"This... there is really no food. I have been in financial crisis recently, so I haven't stored any extra food. I'm afraid no one will open the door to sell it to us when we go out now. There is water." Song Yu said truthfully, and looked at the counter again, "
But And the half bucket of instant noodles I had left..."
Liu Feng said helplessly, "Forget it, can you help me pour a glass of water?"
Song Yu seemed to have thought of something after a brief silence, and said, "You guys Have you caught any resentful souls?"
Liu Feng frowned: "Sorry, we can't tell you."
Song Yu said: "I heard rumors that it is difficult for you to eliminate ghosts. Generally, they will be captured and brought to the Special Affairs Bureau for elimination. If you have ghosts on your body, If you have resentful souls, I can get you some food."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Actually, I still have three fried dough sticks in my store."
Liu Feng said eagerly: "Then bring them quickly. How much do you tell me. "
Li Xinxin's condition is very bad now. The two of them haven't eaten for more than a day because of the mission. She is in such a situation. Part of the reason is that she has lost too much physical strength and cannot support her current consumption.
"It's not about money. This is not an ordinary fried dough stick. It can only be exchanged for resentful souls. One resentful soul can be exchanged for one fried dough stick. I'm thinking that you are ghost controllers. Maybe you happen to have captured ghosts on your body. ."
Liu Feng's eyes darkened and he stared at Song Yu.
Song Yu added, "If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"A resentful soul can only be exchanged for one fried dough stick?" Liu Feng said slowly.
Song Yu nodded, "Yes, this is our ancestral precept passed down from generation to generation. I can't violate it."
"These three fried dough sticks are also passed down from our ancestors?" Liu Feng said expressionlessly.
"That's not true. I made it myself."
"So your ancestral teaching is to exchange resentful souls for food, but it has only been five years since the ghosts first appeared." Liu Feng remained expressionless.
"Is it possible that my ancestors... can prophesy?" Song Yu said in a provocative tone, opening his eyes and telling lies.
Liu Feng took a deep breath.
"First get me a fried dough stick, and I'll try how extraordinary your fried dough stick is, but the premise is that I give you the resentful soul, and you won't be killed by the resentful soul first." Song Yu nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Don't worry about
this , I have a way."
Then he ran into the kitchen with a bang, and came out again a few seconds later.
"Come on, Captain Liu, just put the resentful soul in here."
Liu Feng looked at him with both hands open and a cloth bag with a little flour in it, silent.
Is this the flour bag from his shop?
"Be careful yourself." Liu Feng said.
Then he fumbled around in his arms a few times and took out a small jade bottle, the mouth of which was tightly sealed with a wooden stopper.
It's just a resentful soul. Even if it loses control after being released, I can still control it at will.
I want to see what this kid is playing.
When Song Yu nodded to confirm again, he did not hesitate, pulled out the cork and poured it into the bag.
(End of chapter)