The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 17 The Peaceful Life

My name is Fang Cheng, and I have accomplished nothing.

30 years old, single.

In addition to work, I like to climb mountains with my friends. I am a climber.

The nearby mountains suitable for climbing have basically been climbed by us.

I feel a little bored.

Suddenly, someone in the group sent a message saying that they had found a mountain that no one had climbed.

I looked at the speaker and I got the impression.

He hadn't spoken to the group for a long time before.

But there is mountain climbing, which I find very interesting.

I contacted him.

A total of seven people set off, it is indeed a rare mountain, the scenery is very good.

It's hard to imagine that there are mountains around here that retain such a complete flavor.

It's just a pity that we were hit by heavy rain.

In a hurry to take shelter from the rain, I saw a wooden house on the mountain, which was inhabited by Linren and not there.

But his daughter is there.

We ate on the mountain, and the seven companions huddled together to rest, and I couldn't sleep.

I went out, wanting to relax and see the scenery.

It should be not far from the city.

I looked into the distance and couldn't see any lights.

Maybe it's too foggy at night today.

I thought.

The lights are still on in the forester's hut, why don't you go to bed so late?

I want to go over and have a chat with that young girl.

The window is not closed.

She was dressing up in front of a mirror.

I pinched the cigarette, didn't bother her, just waited quietly.

She thinly thrushes her brows with an eyebrow pencil, modern makeup, and bright red lipstick.

It's so beautiful to draw.

I couldn't help thinking.

Suddenly I heard a tearing sound, I didn't pay attention, I just thought about my own experience.

I didn’t accomplish anything, and when I was so big, I couldn’t really accomplish anything. I could only focus on my hobbies and hobbies to distract myself from my failure. I lost my interest in chatting and wanted to turn around and leave, but tear The pull is getting louder and louder.

I looked up and saw the woman with her back turned to me reaching out, scratching her forehead, and pushing hard on both sides.

The face reflected in the mirror was torn off like this!

The human skin with clean makeup painted on it is neatly placed next to it.

Beneath the human skin are all bones.

It looked at me.

He let out an uncontrollable sigh.

"What a nice piece of skin."

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when--

Wei Yuan placed a wooden box on a table in the museum, exhaled, stretched out his hand to adjust the position, and then was reluctantly satisfied, took a step back, and saw that it was placed in various exhibits without any sense of incongruity. wooden box.

The Qi family's soldier soul stood beside Wei Yuan.

The remaining four guys shrank into a ball, far away from here, wishing to run outside.

Inside the wooden box was the pair of gold-painted red soft shoes.

It was something left by Wan Qiniang.

The original viciousness has disappeared, just a pair of shoes with supernatural power.

Wei Yuan knocked on the box and warned the shoes not to go out for a walk, let alone dance.

Quietly turn on the computer and listen to the opera, and don't even think about it.

Then a drop of blood was dripped on the lock of the box, which was regarded as a seal.

After Wan Qiniang's hostility dissipated, he obtained the supernatural power [spiritual injection], because he is the captain of the Crouching Tiger of this generation, he seems to carry something, the blood can be mixed into the supernatural power [exorcism] effect, It has a certain restraint ability against strange forces.

Open the outermost security door, and then open the roller shutter on the side window.

It’s been several days since I came back from Jiangnan Road. The autumn rain is cold and the spring rain is getting warmer one after another. Wei Yuan stretched, a little lazy, without the disturbance and threat of ghosts, He could finally feel a little more at ease.

Turn on the phone, there is a recorded audio in it.

Thanks to modern technology, he recorded the last song Wan Qiniang sang.

Wei Yuan registered a new account, and then posted the audio to several major websites in China.

After a while, someone left a message, or maybe it was because the review took the initiative to push the not-so-long audio to a more conspicuous position. Many people clicked on this audio, and the playback volume and comments quickly increased.

All of them were shocking and admirable messages, and occasionally some who vomited sour water disappeared quickly.

"Front row, ask Yanzu, who sang this?"

"Fuck, I'm kneeling, this tone is too upright!"

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling and listening to music."

"How can I have no culture, and I will go all over the world with one word"

"The immortals have worked hard!"

Wei Yuan tickled the corner of his mouth.

look.

There are still many people who like it.

There were constant private messages in the backstage of the account, some praised, and some from the music company. Wei Yuan ignored it and closed it directly. Then he pulled a chair over, put it at the door of the store, and sat on a wooden chair.

Inside the headphones are the tunes with first-hand clarity.

In this world, the last song of the last oiran in Jiangnan Province.

Some aunts who live nearby came out for a stroll to buy groceries, and the uncles went to play chess early, and suddenly saw that this folk museum was open again, all the old men with strange eyes and strong spirits threw their arms, preferring to go around a little more. Circle, also refused to walk past this door.

There was an aunt who circled around for several times, and finally couldn't help but come over and said:
"You live here, boy..."

Wei Yuan took off his earphones, nodded, and said with a smile, "Yes, Auntie, what's the matter with you?"

Aunt raised her eyes and looked at the newly opened museum, hesitated for a long time, and said:
"Your house, it's not very clean."

"Listen to Auntie's advice, you'd better not live here."

Wei Yuan thanked him and said with a smile, "Thank you, but Auntie, our modern society emphasizes science, so what kind of ghosts are there? Besides, I'm young and full of yang, so I'm not afraid of those things. "

After sending off the uncle and aunt, Wei Yuan squinted and leaned on the reclining chair, lazily basking in the sun.

He hadn't opened the volume that Crouching Tiger's waist card had opened.

From the name, Wei Yuan could vaguely guess that this file might not be that simple.

At least he wasn't in the mood to watch it now.

Only lost is precious. Having experienced the things of Jiangnan Road, he now feels that a peaceful life is the best. If it is not necessary, he does not intend to take the initiative to mix things up with ghosts. He is basking in the sun and listening with his eyes closed. In that opera, the palms patted the armrest lightly and hummed softly.

Not a single song.

There was a sound of an engine starting in the distance, like the roar of a giant beast.

A locomotive stopped in front of the museum in front of everyone's eyes. A woman in a leather coat got off the locomotive. She took off her helmet, revealing sharp and neat short hair with beautiful curves, and put the helmet on the locomotive.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes when he heard the sound, looked at the woman who was supposed to be a Taoist priest, and said:

"Officer Zhou?"

Zhou Yi nodded with a smile and said, "Master Wei."

Wei Yuan wanted to explain that he was not the owner of the museum. Seeing Zhou Yi's appearance, he didn't care about it, so he smiled and solved the problem, took off his earphones, and got up to invite the guests to the museum. road:
"I didn't expect that Officer Zhou would take the initiative to come to my museum."

Zhou Yi said: "Thank you, I'll give you something by the way."

She took out a three-foot-long wooden box from the side of the locomotive and handed it to Wei Yuan.

"I saw your sword, and it is no longer usable."

"It's a thank you."

Wei Yuan opened the sword box, and there was still an eight-faced Han sword inside, even with its sheath. It was heavy and delicate. Even if it was not in the state of driving the spirit of the soldiers, he could still distinguish the texture of the sword. He couldn't help saying:

"Good sword."

Zhou Yi said, "Just if you like it."

"This was created by the Longquan lineage last year. The craftsmanship and focus are comparable to those of ancient warriors. It is hard to find on the market. There happened to be one in the special action team. I replaced it. It is a life-saving grace for you. repay."

Wei Yuan flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers, heard the sound of the sword clearly, brushed his palm over the body of the sword, put the sword in the sword box, put it aside, and looked at Zhou Yi: "Officer Zhou is coming, it should be more than this, right? "

(End of this chapter)