The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 9 Magical Powers

The sleeping ghosts were woken up by Wei Yuan by knocking on the door.

Although they have become ghosts, they are not serious ghosts, and the influence of their lives still remains. In fact, most ghosts are irrational and will follow the regular activities formed by the habits of their lives. This kind of rational wandering spirit still retains sleep. The habit of resting, especially when I was frightened a lot today, is even more so.

At this moment, they are all sitting in front of Wei Yuan sleepily.

I don't know why, but they didn't see him for a while, and they felt that the unpredictable person in front of them had an aura that made them feel fearful and depressed, and it was a little difficult to resist what he said, so they could only stay honest.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes with willow leaves dipped in water.

Then he pulled a stool and sat in front of the group of ghosts, asking them about the cause of death and what they were good at.

The first was the swollen water ghost. After he answered, Wei Yuan looked at the water ghost and asked in surprise:

"So, when you were fishing alone at night, you accidentally fell asleep and fell into the water?"

"Yes."

"Since you were so sleepy, why didn't you go home earlier?"

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. When you come out, you have to catch something. How can you get the air force? Tell me about you."

"Then what did you catch in the end?"

"...I caught a corpse, my own, pulled my face away, and was taken aback, only to realize that I had become a ghost, caught by a rotten fishing net under the water, and couldn't swim up."

The second eldest sister was a painter who collected Fengfeng. She died of pesticides and could not be saved.

The two paper figurines were acquired from the descendants of a deceased old master. For some years, they are not good at anything. At most, because the body is a piece of paper, they can eavesdrop through the crack of the door.

In the end, the man in ancient costume with a broken sword was taking a nap. Seeing Wei Yuan asking himself, he straightened his back slightly instinctively, and then cautiously said: "...My name, I can't remember clearly, However, I still remember being a clerk under the commander of Qi Dashuai, and also killing a few Japanese pirates.

Qi Jiajun?
Wei Yuan was a little surprised.

That is an old ghost for hundreds of years, and he has not become a ghost king like in the story?

After thinking for a while, he said, "Then you know swordsmanship?"

The man answered honestly: "Well, broad swords, Japanese swords, spears, and cannons are all available."

The voice paused, then quickly added:

"But it's just the basic martial arts in the army, you have to form a mandarin duck formation, and you can't compare with the generals."

"It's okay, it will be fine."

Wei Yuan put his waist card in his pocket, and finally had an object who could use the magic power to exorcise ghosts.

Right now, fishing and painting are no way to exorcise demons.

He also imitated the ancients to clasp his fists and salute the swordsman of the Qi Family Army, saying:
"There is something that needs your cooperation, I have to work."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Wei Yuan opened his fingers slightly, and then in front of the ghosts, a stream of light appeared in his right hand, and a transparent talisman appeared in his palm.

Wei Yuan felt that a part of his indescribable power was passing away, and during the existence of the talisman, the power was still fading away. He didn't dare to delay. With a flick of his wrist, he placed the talisman on the eyebrows of the swordsman who was so shocked that he didn't dare to move. whispered.

"Climbing rocks cracked, wearing a seal. Wearing a canopy on the head, and the feet are sturdy."

"Left Fu Liu Jia, Right Wei Liu Ding, why the gods do not fall down, who dares to be the ghosts, decree!"

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[Exorcism] The magical power has already played a role.

Wei Yuan felt that the Qi family soldier's soul resided in his right hand and was under his control.

At the same time, an indescribable feeling emerged in my heart.

is familiarity.

For cold weapon combat, as well as the mastery of some hot weapons, it is not a skill that needs to be recalled, but an instinct that is directly integrated into the body. It is an experience that has been sharpened and survived on the most brutal battlefield of an era.

He tried to get used to the feeling.

After thinking about it, I went to the next cabinet to rummage.

There used to be ghosts here, no, there are indeed ghosts. The three people who were in charge of the museum bought the Longquan sword online to ward off evil spirits. Although it turned out to be useless, the sword was still there, because this The local evil spirit, they did not dare to take the sword away when they left.

It is an eight-faced Han sword.

Wei Yuan took out the sword and stood in the living room, holding the hilt.

Close your eyes and meditate.

A sense of familiarity emerges.

Wei Yuan had never touched weapons, but now his evaluation of swords naturally emerged in his heart.

It's good steel.

Not a good sword.

Pity.

Wei Yuan let out a breath, eliminated distractions, held the sword, tried to follow that instinct and experience with the sword, slashed, stabbed forward, drew arcs from bottom to top, fluttered defenses, retreated to avoid, it was a simple battlefield swordsmanship, not much For the fancy part, the speed was slow at the beginning, and the movements were still a bit unfamiliar, but gradually became more sophisticated and the speed gradually increased.

The water ghost next to him saw Wei Yuan's somewhat dry and crappy swordsmanship, his face was strange, and he chatted with other wandering spirits, making comments.

Wei Yuan didn't care, he just tried to get acquainted with that experience as much as possible.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a battlefield full of corpses.

It was a bird's-eye view from above, and it was the most impressive experience of the Qi family's remnant soul.

But that kind of cruel blood and evil spirit that belongs to the battlefield of cold weapons, still impacted Di Weiyuan's pupils and contracted, and he was in a trance for a moment.

The illusion instantly disappeared.

But let the swordsmanship experience obtained by [Ghost Exorcism] explode.

Wei Yuan felt like he was in a battlefield with a ferocious enemy in front of him, he took a step back, half lunge, his back was taut, like a tight bow.

The muscles of the whole body exploded with strength in an instant, and the eight-faced Han sword in his hand stabbed forward sharply.

Strong piercing sound.

When the simple and simple sword move of stabbing ended, the sword body made of patterned steel was still trembling.

The first type of usage of [Exorcism] is entangled in the sword, and the power of expelling evil spirits spills out.

The whole house is much warmer.

A group of wandering souls stood on tiptoe, with their backs against the wall, not daring to move.

The room was terrifyingly dead, only the muffled and chilling sword cry slowly spilled out.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and after a long time he spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and with a swipe of his finger, a talisman appeared in the void, and then shattered, releasing the method of exorcising ghosts, the sword soldier ghost appeared beside him, and the whole ghost looked Somewhat confused, Wei Yuan put away the sword. I don't know if it was an illusion. He felt that even if the [Exorcism] was lifted, he still had a sense of proficiency with the sword.

Although it is not comparable to the surviving warriors on the battlefield, it is not comparable to ordinary enthusiasts.

Qi Jiajun's remnant soul was in a trance, and he had some hunch, and said, "Your Excellency wants to..."

Wei Yuan nodded, pointed to the red embroidered shoes, and said:
"This thing has come to the door, and it has to be dealt with."

He recalled the courtyard he saw in his dream, and the quaint, incomparably real wooden building. He had an instinctive feeling that this wooden building might actually exist. According to various strange stories, such a place must be Useful for capturing female ghosts.

If you are looking for a place, you can search on the Internet, but the speed is definitely slow.

Besides, there is another way.

"You and I go and report the case."

The water ghost was stunned: "Call the police to catch the ghost? Can you do it?"

Wei Yuan found a box to put away the red embroidered shoes and a strand of black hair that he had cut off before, and said:

"With these, you should be able to try to convince them to help find a place."

"If you guessed correctly, the red embroidered shoes on the feet of the one who was killed earlier are gone."

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at this time.

A dark car stopped in front of the Quan City Police Station.

(End of this chapter)