I teased the most ferocious cub in the metaphysics world

Chapter 1

Twelve in the morning.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the night is drunk.

The breeze is coming, and the bamboo shadows are swaying.

Dimly lit on the fourth floor of a bar.

Laughter and coquettishness, heavy breathing, and painful humming are intertwined, those voices are high and low, just listening to know what is going on.

"DengDengDeng!"

The sound of shoes stomping heavily on the floor suddenly sounded, suppressing all ambiguous voices.

Someone was running wildly in the corridor.

It was a young man who looked to be around 20 years old, so to speak a youth.

"Hoohoo!"

The young man was out of breath, breathing with difficulty, as if he would suffocate to death in the next second, but he didn't dare to stop and rest.

Because he knew that if he stopped, he would die.

The pure white shirt was soaked in cold sweat, exuding a trace of cold air, which soaked into the skin and body along the pores, and his hands and feet were gradually stiffened by the cold.

He has to run.

And be fast, must be faster than it!

"Prick, prick, prick."

The sound of skin and flesh rubbing against the ground was caught in the ambiguous sound, faintly visible, making one's scalp tingle.

"Tick."

The wound on the wrist was split due to the violent movement, and the blood snaked down the wound, dripping on the ground and making a slight ticking sound.

Excessive bleeding made the young man's hands and feet start to go weak, and his mind went blank, but he couldn't care less about it.

stab, stab...

It was as if crawling gradually became clearer.

The youth's eyes are tearing apart!

No no no, he doesn't want to die!

Bang!

The young man lost strength due to excessive blood loss, his legs went limp, and his body fell on the elevator.

"Clap clap clap!"

The young man tapped the elevator buttons frantically.

"Quick! Quick!"

The elevator responded very sensitively, and went from the third floor to the fourth floor in the blink of an eye. The young man climbed into the elevator and pressed the close button vigorously.

"Ding!"

The elevator is closed.

"Whoo~"

The young man breathed a sigh of relief.

"thorn"

A voice sounded from the side of the young man.

The young man's pupils contracted rapidly, and he got up immediately, banging on the elevator door hard, hysterically: "Help! Help!"

"I don't want to die! Please! I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please let me go!"

"There were others back then, why didn't you look for them? They deserve to die too! They all deserve to die!!"

Ding!

The elevator goes to the first floor.

The elevator door did not open for a long time.

But blood seeped out from the cracks in the elevator.

Hot summer.

Around 12:[-] noon is the time when the yang energy is at its peak and the sun is the strongest. Generally, no one would choose to go out at such a time.

A bus parked slowly on the side of the street.

Ling Chan got off the bus and stood at the intersection to look around.

He is surrounded by high-rise buildings and busy traffic. In the years since he left, the place has changed a lot but still bears traces of the past, both familiar and unfamiliar,

Ling Chan is the only son of the Ling family of Feng Shui family.

His father is a feng shui master, and he is superb in finding dragon acupuncture points and arranging arrays, and plays an important role in the metaphysics world.

On Ling Chan's 12th birthday, his father made a divination for him. After the divination, his father sent him to an isolated mountain overnight, and asked him to learn Taoism as a Feng Shui master!

Not to mention, on the day he went up the mountain, his new master put an enchantment on him, the enchantment only recognized his breath, and kept him trapped on the mountain to death.

No matter how rampant he is, he won't be able to get out.

This hardship is 12 years.

There were great changes ten years ago, his father and master both disappeared and he couldn't come out...

"Da da da."

Hasty footsteps sounded from behind Ling Chan.

Ling Chan withdrew his thoughts and turned around, only to see a young man running out from the corner with his head down, without noticing him standing on the side of the road at all.

Seeing that the young man was about to bump into him, Ling Chan exerted force on his feet, moving his body as lightly as catkins to the side for half a meter to avoid colliding with the young man.

The boy realized that he almost bumped into someone, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Ling Chan fixed his eyes on the young man for two seconds before slowly saying, "It's okay."

Ling Chan's voice is indifferent and calm, with a cold tone, with the indifference and coolness of the valley spring flowing, so clear that it seems to be able to cleanse the soul.

The boy was amazed by the voice, and immediately looked up, only to see a young man in his 20s standing in front of him.

The young man was wearing a long-sleeved button-up white gown, with picturesque eyebrows, exquisite facial features, eyes as deep and indifferent as blurred ink blobs, and facial lines as if he had been scrutinized inch by inch, and every twist and turn was perfect and impeccable.It's just too perfect but it seems a bit ruthless and sharp.

But the young man felt that the sharpness happened to be a good thing, it happened to weaken the coquettishness of the young man's facial features, making the young man look less coquettish and more cold.

Such facial features, coupled with that outstanding demeanor, are truly incomparably beautiful.

Ok……

It's just so beautiful.

The more you look at it, the more familiar it is.

The boy tentatively asked, "Brother Ling?"

Ling Chan didn't speak.

Seeing that Ling Chan didn't speak, the young man pointed at himself: "I'm the youngest son of the Shao family, do you have any impression?"

Ling Chan took a closer look: "Xin Yan?"

Both the Shao family and the Ling family are Fengshui families in the metaphysics world, and the owners of the two families have a good relationship. Ling Chan is a few years older than Shao Xinyan. When he was young, he often went to the Shao family to play and taught Shao Xinyan some strange gossip.

Shao Xinyan was excited: "You are really Brother Ling, Brother Ling, where have you been since you left for 12 years?"

Ling Chan didn't reminisce about the past: "Yintang is gray and blue, and there is a catastrophe of blood, what are you going to do?"

Shao Xinyan's face was ordinary, but after a few seconds of bending over to apologize, Shao Xinyan's face changed.

Bloody catastrophe.

Shao Xinyan was taken aback for a moment, then touched the center of his brow subconsciously: "A bloody disaster?"

Ling Chan: "Skin injuries, severed hands and feet, if the point of the back does not rule out the possibility of bleeding to death."

Shao Xinyan's heart trembled.

In a bar in the northwest suburbs of the imperial capital, three people died in a row within a week. All three of them died after their hands and legs were broken after suffering a lot of flesh and blood.

He just took over this case. According to Brother Ling's thinking and statement, could he be in danger in a bar this time?

The Ling family is a Fengshui family that has been passed down for thousands of years. Ling Chan is very talented and has always been known as a Fengshui genius. However, Ling Chan disappeared inexplicably when he was 12 years old, and he disappeared for 12 years.

Otherwise, the current metaphysical world must be a different scene, and their Feng Shui masters would not be so lonely.

Shao Xinyan definitely believed Ling Chan's words.

but……

Shao Xinyan: "I just accepted the mission, if I don't go, I will be deducted points, and one deduction is two..."

There is a point system in the metaphysics world.

Metaphysics disciples and aristocratic families are divided into nine levels.

Every level up requires a certain amount of points, no matter if it is a disciple of the metaphysics world or a family of metaphysics, if you want to open a store and upgrade your level, you need points.

There will be corresponding points for receiving tasks in the metaphysics world, or catching evil ghosts and demons. The accumulated points determine the status of a person or a family in the metaphysics world.

Disciples in the metaphysics world regard points as life.

He had just been promoted, and if he was deducted two grades, he would drop, and if he fell, he would not be able to participate in the 12-year competition.

Shao Xinyan was confused.

Seeing that Shao Xinyan was really reluctant to part with those two points, Ling Chan took out a substitute talisman and a talisman from his sleeve: "I still have something to do, so you take these two talismans, they can save your life in an emergency."

He was going to find someone, and if he was late, that person might run away.

Shao Xinyan took the talisman tremblingly.

Ling Chan paused and said, "I'll go with you."

Shao Xinyan was infected with such a strong blood just by accepting a mission. The person who caused the murder must not be a good guy. There may not be any changes in Shao Xinyan's departure, so he just turned a corner.

Shao Xinyan was overjoyed.

Shao Xinyan took Ling Chan straight to the northwest suburbs.

On the way, Shao Xinyan explained to Ling Chan: "The place where the homicide happened was a high-end bar in the northwest suburbs. In that bar, three people died in a row within seven days. The way of death was strange. The police couldn't solve it before placing an order for help."

Shao Xinyan: "Although there is no shop next to the bar, the famous Noble Academy No. 13 Middle School in the capital is next to it. The students in it are all rich children. Those rich second-generations have nothing to do after class. .Where is the bar open? It is said that the income is not bad.”

While Shao Xinyan was talking, the car drove into the suburban avenue, passed by a middle school with a large area, and then stopped at the entrance of a bar.

"Brother Ling, we're here."

The weather is hot in midsummer, and the outdoor temperature can reach almost 40 degrees, but the closer you get to the bar, the cooler you feel, and it is already cold when you get to the bar entrance.

Ling Chan stood still and looked up at the bar.

The bar is four stories high, the windows on the first and second floors are closed, and there are large floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor, and the sunlight reflects harshly on the glass of the bar.

Ling Chan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to open his eyes.

The lustrous fingertips were almost turning into afterimages, drawing complex lines around the eyes, and with the last stroke, a pale golden light glowed in Ling Chan's dark pupils.

After opening the eyes of the sky, the bar changed drastically.

I saw layers of dark red and blue mist surrounding the bar. The mist was thick and intertwined with each other and condensed into evil. It vaguely had a strange shape, just like the thick smog in winter in the north, which can cover the sky and block out the sun. .

There was a trace of black mist in the evil spirit.

Ling Chan glanced at the black mist, stretched out his hand and waved it. The black mist was ethereal and illusory, with no sense of touch.

Ling Chan took out an exorcism talisman, but there was no response.

Shao Xinyan saw Ling Chan's actions: "What's wrong?"

After looking at it for a while, Ling Chan said, "It's full of resentment, and the yin energy has turned into evil. It's a green and red ghost, and it's only one step away from Sheqing."

Shao Xinyan was shocked: "Sheqing!?"

He picked up an order at random, and it turned out to be a green and red ghost who was one step away from Sheqing ghost! ?If he came to catch ghosts by himself, Xiao Ming would definitely be here!

Generally speaking, ghosts come in six colors.

Grey, white, yellow, black, red, blue.

Gray ghosts line up for reincarnation, the most common.

White ghosts are newly dead ghosts, ignorant and harmless, while yellow ghosts are mostly accidental deaths, with resentment but not strong.These three are basically no threat to humans.

But black, red, and blue all have grievances, and black ghosts have grievances, and they will linger in the world looking for a substitute for the dead.

Red ghosts belong to fierce ghosts, who commit suicide or die tragically. When they die, the blood reverses and oozes out of the skin, and they are covered in blood, so they are called red ghosts.

The red ghost has a lot of grievances and will take the initiative to hurt people.

And the cyan ghost is more violent than the red ghost.

They are generally tortured before death, resentful when they die, and full of hostility after death, turning into ghosts and ghosts, bloodthirsty.

If it was a green ghost, it would be even more terrifying.

Sheqing is essentially a corpse, which has already broken away from the category of ghosts. It can turn a corpse into a demon, has great supernatural powers, can walk under the scorching sun, and is not afraid of magic tools and talismans.

One step further up is ghosts and immortals.

so close!

The more I think about Shao Xinyan, the more afraid I feel.

Because of fear, Shao Xinyan's mood fluctuated.

After Shao Xinyan became afraid of Sheqing Gui, the black mist that couldn't be driven away and couldn't be touched suddenly approached Shao Xinyan.

After glancing at Shao Xinyan twice, Ling Chan said, "Although the Sheqing Ghost is beyond the category of ghosts, the matter can still be solved if you find the body of the Sheqing Ghost, it's just..."

Shao Xinyan's heart trembled: "What, what?"

Ling Chan looked Shao Xinyan up and down, and said, "It takes a yang to kill a young man, but you and I are both yin."

Shao Xinyan: "Huh? I was born in a sunny year."

Ling Chan: "It has nothing to do with the year and month."

Shao Xinyan got to the bottom of it: "What does that have to do with it?"

Ling Chan's voice was flat: "Position, attribute."

Shao Xinyan: "Ah!?"

Is it the body position and attributes he understood?Brother Ling is so domineering, could it be a negative sign! ?

Ling Chan's words caused Shao Xinyan's thoughts to wander infinitely without fear, and the black fog paused and dispersed.

Seeing that Shao Xinyan's attention was diverted, Ling Chan said unhurriedly, "Just kidding, it's not Sheqing."

Shao Xinyan: "..."

Brother Ling, does skinning help catch ghosts?

After the murder, the police sealed off the bar.

A yellow cordon surrounded the gate of the bar, and two policemen in police uniforms stood outside the cordon. Shao Xinyan showed his metaphysics certificate to the policemen, and led Ling Chan into the bar.

The scorching sun hangs high outside the bar, and the heat waves coming up from the ground can almost steam a person, but once you enter the bar, you feel completely chilled.

Entering the gate is the bar lobby.

At the end of the hall is the bar counter of the bar. On the left side of the bar counter is the stairwell. A striking cordon runs across the hall, isolating the elevator on the left side of the bar hall.

Ling Chan walked a few steps forward and saw the scene inside the cordon. The elevator door on the left was wide open, and there lay a young man with a frightened expression and wide-eyed eyes.

The young man was covered in blood, his skin was pale and bloodless, his limbs were twisted into strange postures, and his pupils turned grayish white.

Shao Xinyan: "The soul dissipates!?"

After death, the soul is normally separated from the body, and the pupils of the person are the original color, but if the soul is forcibly removed or abnormally separated, the pupils will become grayish white.

Standing beside the cordon was a man in a white coat with a baby face. He was holding a notebook in his hand, and was writing something with his head down.

Hearing footsteps, the man looked up.

After looking at the buttoned coat on Ling Chan's body, the man put away the notebook: "The two are the celestial masters who took the order? Hello, my name is Tang Yang, and I'm a forensic doctor."

Ling Chan nodded: "Ling Chan, hello."

Shao Xinyan: "My name is Shao Xinyan, hello."

Tang Yang nodded: "The captain is not here, but time is urgent. Let me introduce the basic situation to you first."

"The deceased Li Chang, male, 20 years old, a sophomore student, died between 12:12 and [-]:[-] in the morning. The deceased had fractures in his hands and feet and multiple bruises and tears on his body. He died from excessive blood loss."

"This is the third deceased. A murder occurred in this bar a week ago and three days ago. The age, gender, cause of death, and form of death of the deceased are all the same."

As he spoke, Tang Yang turned sideways to motion Ling Chan to go up the stairs.

Tang Yang walked and said, "You two, please follow me. There are bloodstains on the floor of the corridor on the fourth floor of 401. After inspection, it was all left by Li Chang."

Tang Yang: "We speculate that the deceased should have run down the corridor to the elevator after being injured in 401, and then lost too much blood to death in the elevator."

Tang Yang was a little annoyed: "The first homicide happened a week ago. After the homicide, we sealed off the hotel and arranged for people to watch it 24 hours a day. , It's so weird that nothing was recorded."

If it wasn't like this, they wouldn't place an order with the metaphysic world, you must know that the appearance prices of these celestial masters are extremely high!

Ling Chan and Shao Xinyan followed Tang Yang up the stairs to the fourth floor, and the first thing they saw was blood on the ground.

Bloodstains began to appear at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, and then stretched all the way to the elevator door. Because of the long time, the blood had turned dark red.

Ling Chan followed the bloodstains to the end of the corridor.

401's door is closed.

Tang Yang: "Eh? I remember the door was open."

While talking, Tang Yang went to open the door.

However, Ling Chan reached out his hand to stop Tang Yang, and then moved his fingertips. The internal gasification wind hit the door of 401 directly, and the door of Room 401 slowly opened with a creak.

"call!!"

A gust of cold air blew out from the crack in the door.

The author has something to say: open a new article, the old rules, the little red envelope is ready~

Some Fengshui knowledge and spell formations appear in the book, some are searched, and some are asked Du Niang, but most of them are me talking nonsense 23333, just read it for fun, my friends.

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