However, his subsequent progress was not smooth, and he only passed a few words to the Blood River Pool.
In traditional Chinese mythology, after a person dies, he will be judged by the Ten Halls of Hell.
The guilty ones will be thrown into a pool of blood with a bull's head and a horse's face, and will be bitten by poisonous insects and poisonous ants.
They will suffer all kinds of suffering in order to atone for their sins during their lifetime.
If the atlas of the Nine Evil Spirits of the Blood River records the nine most powerful evil spirits in the Blood River Pool of the Yin Division, then since this handsome man has such a thing, does it mean that he has some kind of relationship with the Underworld of the Yin Division?
When Wang Ling had this question, he suddenly felt extremely ridiculous.
Is this possible?
Is there really an underworld?
But soon he didn't think it was funny anymore, because he could see ghosts.
Since he can see ghosts, and since there are ghosts, there is also an underworld that manages ghosts.
In addition, he naturally needs more information to investigate this guy clearly.
In the next two days, Wang Ling spent his rest in a slow-paced life and hard thinking.
Think about Niu Shuai, then look at the fire phoenix jade pendant found in Purple Mountain Park, and then think about the headshot corpse, and send three ghosts to check on Miu Manni.
Naturally, Ye Qianfan will jump to him from time to time.
Come to his mind, otherwise it would be three ghosts doing weird things in the room for him to see.
Life was not hard at all, and any troubles could be solved with the help of the three ghosts.
But without Ye Qianfan around, it always felt empty and boring.
On the evening of the fourth day, his cell phone rang.
Wang Ling thought it was because of the case that Captain Zhao called him.
He picked up the phone and looked at it, only to find that it was Ye Qianfan.
"Hey, Qianfan, where are you?"
Wang Ling answered hurriedly.
"Oh, I came back from home.
I got off the bus next to Liuzhuang on the North Third Ring Road.
Come pick me up."
Ye Qianfan said unceremoniously.
Wang Ling was naturally happy.
Although he was not rich, in order to meet Ye Qianfan as soon as possible, he still took a taxi and reached Liuzhuang as quickly as possible.
Liuzhuang is outside the North Third Ring Road of the shopping city, passing through a green cornfield.
After two kilometers, you can see a village in the fields, which is Liuzhuang.
This field between Liuzhuang and the North Third Ring Road of Shangcheng City has not yet been developed.
The villagers are temporarily planting crops, showing the original ecology of the earliest urban development.
When Wang Ling arrived near Liuzhuang, he didn't find Ye Qianfan's shadow.
He got out of the car and looked around, but he didn't see it either.
When I called Ye Qianfan's number again, the call was on at first, but then I couldn't get through.
The driver was a little anxious and yelled at him to pay, but he didn't wait.
Wang Ling had no choice but to pay and let the driver leave.
But within five minutes of the driver leaving, Wang Ling saw Ye Qianfan walking out of a path in the cornfield next to him, carrying two bags of things in his hand.
Wang Ling hurriedly stepped forward, took the things from Ye Qianfan's hands, and asked casually: "Qianfan, what are you doing in that cornfield?"
"Uh, it's nothing.
I thought I heard someone calling me just now.
I thought"
When Ye Qianfan spoke, his broad eyebrows were condensed into iron knots, and he was very concerned.
"Someone is calling you."
Wang Ling was puzzled.
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He glanced around and found no one else.
He said with relief, "You heard that right, right?
Apart from the occasional cars speeding by on the road, there are very few pedestrians here.
How could there be anyone here?"
call you" "Of course I know, but" Ye Qianfan said solemnly, "but, I just heard it."
"I don't believe it."
Wang Ling said with a smile, "This is a wilderness, how could someone call you?
Then tell me whose voice you heard."
"I" Ye Qianfan hesitated, then said helplessly, "Forget it, forget it, maybe I really heard wrong.
It's impossible."
"I know whose voice you heard."
Wang Ling suddenly said strangely.
Ye Qianfan was startled, immediately raised his head, frowned and said: "Nonsense, how could you possibly know?"
"Of course I know."
Wang Ling said with a smile, "When I came by car just now, I kept calling your name in my heart all the way.
The voice you heard must be my heartfelt voice."
"Tah!"
Ye Qianfan rolled her eyes at him, blushed, and spat, "Don't be so sour anymore."
"Look, your face is red.
Did what I said reach your heart?"
Wang Ling said proudly, "Actually, you don't have to be so embarrassed.
This is called telepathy."
"Bah, bah, bah, you're so beautiful, who has a connection with you?"
Ye Qianfan said coquettishly, "If you really had a connection, you still need me to call you, you should have followed me here long ago."
This time, Wang Ling's face turned red and he felt regretful, feeling that Ye Qianfan was right.
If it were anyone else, Ye Qianfan might have said a bit too much, but since it was him, it wasn't too much, because he had three ghosts to help him.
I spent two or three days so lonely.
Why didn't I send three ghosts to look for Ye Qianfan's home to see when he would come back?
"Yes, yes, I'm so stupid."
Wang Ling shook his head.
If he hadn't been holding two bags in his hands, he would have definitely raised his hand and hit himself on the head.
The sky was getting dark, the night wind was blowing, and there was a huffing sound in the cornfield, as if someone had stepped on it.
"Stop being glib and leave quickly.
It's getting late."
Ye Qianfan looked back in horror and said.
Just as the two were about to leave, suddenly, two shouts came from the cornfield: "Thousands of sails" The sound was long and slow, making people feel chilled by the north wind and shuddering.
Ye Qianfan immediately stopped.
At the same time, Wang Ling couldn't help but look back.
This time, not only Ye Qianfan heard the shout, but Wang Ling also heard it clearly.
Wang Ling has yin skills and is more experienced in dealing with ghosts.
Naturally, he knew that these two shouts were not made by humans.
"Someone really called me, did you hear it?"
Ye Qianfan raised his two frightened eyes and looked at Wang Ling.
Wang Ling looked at the dark green cornfield in the evening light and the dark gaps in the cornfield, feeling a little annoyed.
"It seems that things are not peaceful here.
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But, what kind of ghost is this?
How can he call Ye Qianfan's name?
Moreover, his scream can be heard by Ye Qianfan."
Wang Ling thought to himself, inexplicably, he wanted to go there.
Find out.
However, now that he was with Ye Qianfan, he didn't want her to take risks.
Therefore, Wang Ling just pretended to be very confused and said with a smile: "Qianfan, what did you say?
How could anyone call you in this wilderness?
Did you hear it wrong?"
"Thousands of sails" came another shout.
Wang Ling secretly said: "Damn it, it seems that this ghost is really stubborn."
"I heard it right," Ye Qianfan confirmed, "It's in this cornfield."
Without any explanation, Ye Qianfan turned around and walked towards the cornfield.
"Oh, wait a minute."
Wang Ling held two bags in his hands and hurriedly chased after him, his heart full of worry: