Qin Ming's blunt statement surprised Ye Liu, but it was also convenient and trouble-free.
"The fact that you were able to survive two supernatural events means that you have mastered the ghosts and become a ghost controller. Now it seems that you are in good condition. How about if the headquarters invites you to join us?" Ye Liu said in a nonchalant voice.
"Pfft..."
Qin Ming couldn't help but smile, and looked at the woman in front of him with narrowed eyes. Ye Liu frowned slightly, and his face looked a little uncomfortable.
"Sorry, I refuse to join. Your headquarters is good, but it has too many restrictions. I don't want to work hard to solve supernatural incidents for you." Qin Ming gently tapped the table with his right hand and said word by word
"You refuse to join?" Ye Liu frowned, then adjusted his attitude and said, "Anyway, please think about it again. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"etc…"
Qin Ming stopped Ye Liu
"How is Yang Jian now?" Qin Ming asked
Ye Liu was stunned for a moment. She obviously didn't expect that the other party would ask her this, but she quickly answered.
"Are you talking about that ghost-eyed detective Yang Jian? He is currently dealing with a supernatural incident."
supernatural event?
Qin Ming frowned slightly. After thinking about it for a while, he didn't know what stage Yang Jian was going through now, so he asked, "Isn't it convenient for me to reveal what kind of supernatural incident it is?"
Ye Liu hesitated for a moment, and finally told the place.
"Huanggang Village."
Then he left, leaving only a silhouette that gradually disappeared.
"Huanggang Village? It has actually reached this stage. The place where ghosts were born is a strange and supernatural place. Yang Jian's second ghost, the headless ghost, was also controlled there."
Qin Ming's expression moved slightly and he murmured.
"Looks like I'm going to make a trip this time. At least I have to take a look."
After making the decision, Qin Ming was ready to set off. He still had to make some preparations before setting off.
After packing up, he said hello to Qin Xiaoyu and headed directly towards Huanggang Village using the ghost domain.
Huanggang Village.
At this time, Yang Jian followed the road into the village and looked at the countryside.
The entire Huanggang Village has a feeling of being half-new and half-old.
The house in the front is a newly built rural villa, which looks very comfortable, but the houses in the back half of the village are very old. There are not only earth houses, but also wooden houses from more than a hundred years ago. Some wooden houses are inhabited by elderly people, and some are abandoned. There, the windows fell off and the door panels were half-open. It was dark inside, with no sunlight coming in, and it was eerie.
He had been at odds with Zhao Kaiming before, and he had already begun to think of killing him.
Entering the village, Yang Jian saw the people from the Xiaoqiang Club, their faces seemed a little solemn. Even when he came, he didn't attract their attention, just a casual glance.
Yang Jian took a look and his eyes narrowed.
The front door of a building was wide open, with wreaths on both sides. A group of villagers wore sackcloth and mourned, and women and children knelt in front of a red lacquer coffin and burned paper money.
Obviously, someone died in this village and a funeral was being held.
The people from Xiaoqiang Club discussed it and finally decided to investigate first. Yang Jian just watched from the side. After they left, he first took a photo of the portrait, uploaded it to Liu Xiaoyu, and then walked away. Also went to investigate.
"Is this Huanggang Village where Gui Cha was born?" Qin Ming's eyes moved slightly and he looked around the surrounding environment.
At this time, he had also used Ghost Domain to get here. From a distance, he saw Yang Jian and the people from Xiaoqiang Club, as well as a funeral.
But he did not rush there, but watched from a distance outside the village.
"According to the original plot, they should encounter ghosts on the first night."
"Let's meet him again after tonight, let's fish for a while first." Qin Ming murmured to himself, and then went into the village to find a family to stay overnight.
The sky is getting dark and it is already evening. The countryside is extremely quiet at night. There are not many people in the village. In addition, it is late at night and the old people are asleep, so the whole village seems to have entered another world at night.
The silence is a little depressing, even a little scary.
Qin Ming was lying on the bed but couldn't sleep. There was some strange movement in his special ghost eyes just now. He could clearly sense that something was wrong in this place. The supernatural power of this place made him feel uncomfortable.
But at the entrance of the village, there is a house that is a bit uncharacteristic. The door of this house was open and the lights were on inside.
In the middle of the lobby, a red lacquer coffin was neatly placed there. In front of the coffin, two almost burned out white candles were burning. The candlelight flickered, reflecting some weird black shadows on the surrounding walls. It was shaking, giving people an inexplicable feeling of gloominess.
A portrait of a young man placed on the table in front of the coffin seemed to be covered with a layer of thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly and only a rough outline could be seen.
"It's time to go out." Qin Ming stood up and straightened his hair. In the dark space, he could clearly see the surrounding environment, as if he had night vision.
A group of people stood at the door of the house with the door wide open. They were people from Yang Jian and Xiaoqiang's club. They had just encountered a ghost, and a ghost controller had died. They looked at the coffin with a solemn expression.
Those people were communicating with ugly faces, and Yang Jian followed behind without saying a word. At this time, it was better for him to keep a low profile.
"Yang Jian."
A sudden shout came from the darkness, which not only startled Yang Jian, but also frightened the ghost masters.
"Who?" Yang Jian asked gloomily, the vigilance on his face not reduced by half. A ghost eye opened from his forehead, emitting a faint scarlet light.
"It's me, Qin Ming, why don't you recognize me?"
A figure gradually appeared in the darkness. Qin Ming put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the darkness with a relaxed expression. He first glanced at the people in the Xiaoqiang Club, then looked at Yang Jian and smiled.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he was a little surprised, "It's you, Qin Ming, why are you here? What are you doing here?" The vigilance on Yang Jian's face relaxed a little, and he was wondering why Qin Ming appeared at this time. this.
"Yang Jian, who is he? Do you know him?" Zhang Yiming asked warily
"He is also a ghost controller. I know him. He is my friend." Yang Jian explained from the side
Then he looked at Qin Ming, "What are you doing here?"
Qin Ming smiled slightly and said: "I learned from someone that you are dealing with supernatural events here, so I came here to help you."
Yang Jian frowned, "Are you so good? Or what is the purpose of your coming here?"
Qin Ming was about to speak when suddenly his eyes narrowed and he looked inside the house, frowning slightly.
"There is something strange inside." Qin Ming said in a deep voice.
Yang Jian and others immediately became alert and looked inside the house.
Qin Ming stepped in first, followed by Yang Jian and the others. As soon as they entered the mourning hall, I wonder if it was their imagination. As soon as they entered, they felt that the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and a cold breath enveloped their whole bodies.
Others were looking around, but Qin Ming's eyes were fixed on the coffin and the portrait.
Yang Jian noticed Qin Ming's gaze and asked, "Do you think there is something wrong between the portrait and the coffin?"
Qin Ming nodded, "There's something wrong with this coffin. I suggest you don't move it to avoid any unpredictable accidents. And the portrait..."
"What's wrong?" Yang Jian felt that something was wrong with Qin Ming's face.
"It's okay. Let's take a look around first." Qin Ming shook his head and looked away from the portrait.
