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Chapter 383 I Have a Pair of Yin-Yang Eyes (1)

Qin Jiang angrily pounded the wall beside him, with annoyance in his eyes, but more of uneasiness.

Having a Yin-Yang Eye by their side can effectively help them avoid some things.

In fact, there is another point. People who have the ability to see ghosts must have a high talent in catching ghosts.

Even if, it is the Yin-Yang eyes that are acquired.

Someone like Xu Sheng, who relies on transplanting someone else's cornea to transform into a yin-yang eye, must have a good talent.

But they never taught Xu Sheng how to catch ghosts, and they also had selfish motives.

After all, if Xu Sheng really becomes powerful, they will not be able to use him anymore.

But who could have thought that plans could not keep up with changes?

I'm afraid Xu Sheng is in great danger this time. Thinking of this, Qin Jiang glared at the others angrily, and the regret in his heart became even greater.

If he had known earlier, if he had known earlier... ...if he had known earlier, he would not have taught Xu Sheng the art of catching ghosts.

There was no way out. Driven by interests, he had no choice but to regret.

"This place has already created a ghost zone. It's beyond our ability to resolve. This matter must be reported."

Since there are ghosts in this world, there must naturally be departments to deal with them.

This means where there is demand, there is supply.

Of course, there are official departments, and there are also small-scale retail investors like these.

Generally speaking, when faced with the problem of catching ghosts, most people would choose retail investors like them.

Only when we encounter a problem that cannot be solved will we hand it over to the authorities.

Then the official side will take the lead and let more powerful people come forward to solve the problem.

In short, it is a progressive process.

When Qin Jiang said this, the others looked at each other and no one objected.

To be honest, if the problem could really be solved, they wouldn't be standing here looking at each other in bewilderment.

Silence meant agreement, so the group turned around and left without staying for long.

When the wealthy businessman Zhao He, who was waiting outside, saw them coming out, he immediately went to greet them.

"Master, masters, is the matter resolved?"

As he spoke, he was still somewhat expectant, his eyes swept over them, and then he realized that one person was missing.

For a moment, I felt uneasy again, and the next second I saw Qin Jiang shaking his head with a serious face.

"Master, what do you mean? Is this a big problem? Then what should I do..."

As he spoke, Zhao He's tone was filled with tears. It was true that he was a wealthy businessman.

But he spent a lot of money to buy this piece of land this time, if he doesn't solve this problem.

He... ...is afraid he will have no choice but to declare bankruptcy.

After working hard for decades, everyone would cry when they are back to the time before liberation.

"By the way, where is the little brother? I remember there was a little brother, why isn't he here?"

Thinking about how I had just discovered that someone was missing and then asked about it, I felt even more uneasy.

"He's been dragged into the ghost realm. We need to seek help from professional departments. Don't worry, they will definitely not cause any major problems."

When Zhao He heard that Xu Sheng was trapped in the ghost realm, he wished he could faint. Ghost realm!

He had only heard of it but never seen it, and even if he had seen it, it was only in movies and TV dramas.

However, in order not to cause panic among the people, most of these existences were fine. But Zhao He had heard about the dangers involved, and his mood fell to the bottom for a while.

If it was just a ghost realm, then there would still be room for negotiation, but if someone died, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get away with it.

Facing Zhao He's wry smile, Qin Jiang reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Let's go as soon as possible, maybe we can still be saved."

After saying that, the group set off immediately. Zhao He trembled his lips and immediately told his driver to take them there.

He looked again in the direction of the mass grave, and couldn't hold on any longer, and fainted.

This time, he fainted as he wished, but it was a chaotic scene for others.

Mo Ci, who was thought to be almost dead, was still practicing with his eyes closed.

As more and more spiritual energy entered his body, Mo Ci gradually realized the difference of this ghost realm.

It was obvious that the speed of time he felt when he closed his eyes was very slow, but when he was practicing, the speed was nearly eighty times faster.

In other words, for every day that passes outside the ghost realm, eighty days pass inside the ghost realm.

By this calculation, when Xu Sheng died, it wasn't even long after that?!

However, this actually provided Mo Ci with a very good environment for cultivation. Realizing this, Mo Ci became more comfortable in his cultivation.

Time passed minute by minute. I don’t know how long it was before the ghost couldn’t stand it anymore and showed up.

There were ghosts howling beside Mo Ci, which was bound to wake him up.

Fortunately, Mo Ci did not close his five senses before practicing, otherwise, he would have practiced until he was dizzy and exhausted.

After all, in order to practice well, he also took a few fasting pills, so that he would not have to break away from the state of practice due to hunger.

The noisy sounds in his ears grew louder and louder. Mo Ci let the spiritual energy go through his body for the final cycle before opening his eyes.

All you see is a sea of red.

The environment he was in when he closed his eyes now turned into another scene, and he was sitting in the center of the crowd.

These people were making so much noise, as if they couldn't see Mo Ci.

As soon as Mo Ci opened his eyes, someone came forward.

"Ah, Second Young Master, why are you still here? The eldest young master is getting married today, why don't you go with him to pick up the bride?"

As he spoke, the other party reached out to pull Mo Ci.

This time, he actually grabbed Mo Ci. Mo Ci was stunned for a moment, then stood up obediently and blinked.

This is still an illusion. It seems that the thing is quite powerful.

Looking at the festive scene in front of him, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he took a good look to see what was going on.

"Second Master, hurry up, the eldest master is leaving."

Mo Ci was surrounded by several people and walked to the door. The festive expressions on everyone's faces became more and more intense, but Mo Ci was stunned when he saw the so-called eldest son.

In front of him was a coffin tied with a red rope. The coffin was not covered and was placed on the ground. From this angle, Mo Ci could see the person inside the coffin clearly.

The man was wearing a festive red dress and his face was as pale as paper. He was clearly dead.

"Second Young Master? What are you standing there for? Why don't you step forward?"

Someone spoke, and something was put into Mo Ci's arms.

Mo Ci looked down and saw that what was placed in his arms was a tablet. There seemed to be a name engraved on the tablet, but Mo Ci could not see the words clearly.

Looking at the coffin again, eight strong men had already lifted it up, as if they wanted Mo Ci to walk in front and they would follow behind.

Is this... a funeral? Or, a happy occasion?

Mo Ci was silent for a moment, then simply followed the other party's wishes and walked ahead.

The band that had been prepared early played a piece of music that was half sad and half happy.

Listening to it gives me goosebumps.

Mo Ci looked back, then looked away and continued walking forward.

Soon they arrived at the place where the bride was to be picked up. There was also a coffin here, and inside the coffin was the beautifully dressed bride.

The bride's face was rosy, but her lips were as pale as paper. Even as she lay there, her beauty could not be concealed.

Mo Ci looked at the coffin, then at the coffin behind him. Is this... a ghost marriage?

As he was thinking about it, a little girl came out of the yard, timidly holding a tablet in her hands.

But Mo Ci could see clearly that this little girl was the same as every one he had seen so far.

They are not people, but paper figures. The vivid expressions on their faces are only because Mo Ci is in an illusion.