The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 50 Two Memories
Dangdang, dangdang.

A crisp and rhythmic knock on the door sounded unhurriedly.

Wei Yuan glanced at the clock. It was ten o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark outside. Because Wei Yuan broke through a barrier in the practice today, he was exhausted, so he went to bed at nine o'clock, and just fell asleep and had that nightmare. So woke up.

This street is full of old shops.

Now that the road is empty, the knock on the door makes people feel terrified.

Wei Yuan had no fear, raised his hand to hold the hilt of the broken sword, and walked over.

Open the door.

A man in his 30s stood outside the door.

Dressed well, with a gentle and elegant temperament, he was about to raise his hand to continue knocking on the door, when Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled politely: "It's so late, I'm sorry, but I couldn't get through the phone before, so I thought I'd come over in person. , are you Lao Li?"

"My name is Fang Yang, and this museum is mine."

Under the operation of Crouching Tiger Judgment, Wei Yuan saw that the man in front of him exuded yang energy, but it was not a ghost. He moved slightly, took a step away, and let the man enter the room, a few ghosts who were interested just now. Slip away and hide.

Fang Yang looked around the museum and sat down with a reserved and gentle smile.

Wei Yuan poured two glasses of water.

Fang Yang held the water and didn't drink a single sip. He just exchanged a few words indifferently, then stated his main purpose and said with a smile:
"I came here this time mainly to take back this museum."

"After all, it's rare for me to come back to Quanshi once a year, and I've only come once every three months in the past few years. At that time, I couldn't come to see this museum, and this museum should be closed, huh... I left here back then. At the time, I told my dad that this is my hard work, dreams, etc., I must go on and give my dad a scolding."

Fang Yang smiled and shook his head.

"Thinking about it now, it was too naive at the time."

"It's too far away, Mr. Li, look at the contract you signed for a few years, let's settle things like wages."

He took out a document bag, and it could be seen that he was too busy to open the contract before.

He opened it casually, took out the contract inside, and discussed it: "Mr. Li, you came here half a year ago and terminated the contract for special reasons. I will pay the liquidated damages. How about your salary for seven months?"

Wei Yuan did not look at the contract he handed over.

Turning around, he took out another contract and placed it in front of him.

Fang Yang was at a loss.

Wei Yuan said: "My surname is not Li, my surname is Wei."

Fang Yang was slightly startled and frowned, "Aren't you Li Kai? Then why are you here? Is his friend watching on his behalf?"

Wei Yuan didn't answer, he pushed the contract in front of him and motioned him to open it. Fang Yang opened the contract suspiciously and looked at it. It was a recruitment agreement.

When he saw the last time and the signature of Party A, his face turned pale.

"This is impossible!"

The gentle and elegant man shouted out almost subconsciously, his palms shaking.

"My dad passed away four months ago!"

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Fang Hongbo stared at the door with wide eyes.

The knocking stopped.

He gasped heavily.

Thinking of the person who just called, the memory surfaced.

He still remembered that it was someone he had brought in more than two months ago.

In the six months before this person was hired, three hired people had run away, they said they couldn't stand it, that there was always a knock on the door in the middle of the night, that there would be blood on the walls, and that they would hear footsteps outside The sound, but it disappears when it gets closer, they say they quit and want to go.

Even the one who said it was the village cemetery who stayed overnight ran away.

He didn't believe it and went to the guard in person, but was also frightened.

I found this young man.

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My name is Li Kai, from the village.

Everyone said that I was bold, angry, and afraid of ghosts.

Too bad I couldn't read the book.

I didn't want to farm at home, so I ran out of town to work.

I washed dishes, worked as a security guard, and later found a job looking at a museum. The salary is not low and the treatment is good. I heard that this place is haunted. I am very angry, but I am not afraid of ghosts. The owner of this museum is a very polite old man. Treat me to a drink.

Said that this museum is his son's hard work and dream, and must be well protected.

The old man often comes here to watch.

I asked his son why he didn't come, and he said that his son was abroad and was busy with work, so it was inconvenient to come back.

I feel sorry for the old man.

I also think it's time to go back to see my parents.

But I didn't have time to tell the old man that he had a car accident on the way to the museum and no one was there.

I went to a funeral for a meal.

Then half a month later, the house was very noisy all day and night. I didn't sleep. I don't know why the faucet was broken, and it kept dripping water. It was easy to fall asleep. It didn't take long before someone knocked on the door. I thought there was still no one there.

But this day, the knock on the door seemed to be very strong.

Dangdang, dangdang.

Knocked me out.

Who knocks on the door in the middle of the night? !
Knock, knock, knock.

Go to the funeral!
I ran out angrily to open the door, and decided that if it was a drunk guy, I would give him a good beating. There was really a figure outside the door. I opened the door angrily, and when I saw the person outside, I was full of heart. The blood that was almost ignited with anger cooled down at once, only to feel a chill in the back of the head.

It was the old man who passed away a few days ago, wearing a waistcoat and vest, smiling politely.

I just feel the cold air coming from behind.

Do you know the story of the dead man knocking on the door?
Walking on the sidewalk, ghosts walking in the dark, the dead knocking on the door of the living, this is to borrow life.

For the first time in my life, I was so frightened that my liver trembled and my legs went weak. I only remembered that I yelled that there was a ghost, and then I didn’t care about anything. I didn’t care about the clothes in the room, the food and drink I just bought, and I just kept my head down and ran forward. I never wanted to go back to that museum, and my phone was turned off.

There's a ghost here!

What a ghost!
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And in the museum.

Fang Yang's face turned pale, his palms trembled, he suddenly threw the contract down, and stammered:
"It's impossible, you faked it!"

"You are a scam!"

"My dad is gone, do you want to say that there are ghosts in this world?! Where? Do you want to say that there are ghosts under my nose! There is a limit to joking, and deceive me."

"Believe it or not, I'll call the police and let you squat in there for a few months?"

The more he said, the more angry he became, and then he really took out his mobile phone to make a call. Wei Yuan took a spare willow leaf and dipped it in the talisman water that had not been used up before, and raised his hand to Fang Yang's eye socket like lightning. With a brush, the latter was startled, worried that it was not clean, raised his hand to wipe for a long time, and then opened his eyes angrily.

His face turned pale.

The house was full at once.

In front of him was a livid-looking woman who had taken poison. Behind Wei Yuan stood a solemn-looking man in ancient military uniform, holding a knife in one hand. He looked majestic, but he had a big hole in his heart, dripping with blood.

A pair of embroidered shoes danced, a box rattled.

The potted plant in the middle seems to be glowing.

The two paper figures on the table are spinning around in circles.

Fang Yang's thoughts were stagnant, and he turned his head stiffly. He saw a water ghost sitting on the sofa next to him, swollen in a circle, wrapped in a rotten fishing net, and resting his chin in one hand. When he saw Fang Yang, he rushed over. He blinked and wink.

"Ghost, ghost!!!"

Fang Yang shivered in fright and turned out of the sofa.

Wei Yuan pushed the water ghost and the poisoned ghost away, held Fang Yang down, took out the official documents for him, at least calmed Fang Yang down a bit, and then directly called the matter to the special operations team and explained it for a while. Turning it over, putting away the phone, and looking at Fang Yang, he thought of Fang Hongbo, who was no different from a normal person when he first met.

But at that time he did not have physical contact with Fang Hongbo.

I don't have the right to do it myself, I can't see the problem is normal.

But first Zhang Yue, and then Fang Hongbo, both of which are within the city of Quan, and the secret techniques involved are similar. Wei Yuan has a faint hunch in his heart that this is probably the same as the person who told Zhang Yue how to prolong his life. During this month, Xuan Yi and the others had already found the person who passed the secret technique to Zhang Yue, but found that Zhang Yue was only in contact with a middleman.

The Lord is still hiding tightly.

This kind of foreign magic can't be left alone.

Wei Yuan looked at Fang Yang with a dazed expression, thought for a while, and said:
"Did you just drive?"

PS: Well, I want to make the story of this book as interesting as possible.

Where you can't do it, please bear with me, lying on the corpse...

(End of this chapter)