The door of the museum was not locked.
Looking closer, the green paint on the window had peeled off a lot, and the window paper-cuts pasted during the Spring Festival had faded a little, and the red color was pale. Fang Hongbo, who was over fifty years old, looked at Wei Yuan behind him and reached out to push the door.
With a creak.
The slightly rusty security door opened inward.
It was already spring, and it was quite warm outside, but it was still a bit chilly inside. The wooden shelves were filled with folk objects, which were not common in modern society. The house was not small, and the inside and outside were separated. The outside was the folk museum, and the inside was where people lived.
The place where people lived had one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom. It was obviously originally where the owner lived.
Wei Yuan also saw an opened bottle of Coke on the table.
After walking around the room, Wei Yuan held the Crouching Tiger waist badge in his right hand. He would leave immediately if there was any unusual movement. However, it seemed that he was just overthinking, or was a little startled by the red embroidered shoes. The Crouching Tiger waist badge remained lazy and did not change at all, like an iron lump.
Yes, how could he see ghosts everywhere he went? He was not Conan.
Fang Hongbo looked at Wei Yuan who walked around the room, wiped his sweat, and said:
"How is it? If you think the treatment is not good, you can raise it again."
"You don't have to do anything, just open this museum, I will pay for your water and electricity bills, and I will also give you 800 yuan for vegetables every month. It is difficult to find a job easier than this in Quan City."
Wei Yuan stroked the pattern on the Crouching Tiger waist badge with his fingers. The waist badge was cold and silent, and he nodded:
"Then sign it."
......
The requirements of the contract are very loose.
Even a little too loose.
Fang Hongbo finally said that if you don't want to do this anymore, just tell him and the museum should be closed.
Then he drove away without looking back.
Wei Yuan watched him leave and felt something was wrong from Fang Hongbo's reaction, but the Crouching Tiger Waist Plate was an ancient artifact that would react when the red embroidered shoes passed by. Now that he was standing here, the Crouching Tiger Waist Plate was as quiet as usual, and it was obvious that there were no wronged ghosts or evil spirits here.
Maybe Fang Hongbo was sensitive and old, so he was thinking too much.
Speaking of which, the Folk Museum and the paper figurines were indeed a bit evil.
Wei Yuan worked for a while, brought the bedding and other things over, threw the bottle of Coke that had been opened but not drunk into the trash can, and opened a new bottle. With a job, he felt much more at ease.
......
Several ghosts that were invisible to the naked eye gathered together, staring at the uninvited guest and muttering, with unfriendly faces.
"I didn't expect someone to come the next day, and he's full of Yang energy."
"Isn't it your broken mouth, a reincarnation of a crow's mouth?"
"Can you blame me for this?!"
"If not you, who else can I blame?"
"He came by himself, go blame him!"
"You..."
"Stop quarreling!"
The water ghost had a headache after hearing this, and separated the two quarreling ghosts. He looked at Wei Yuan who was drinking Coke with a bad look in his eyes and said, "Let's scare this living person out first. The Yang energy is too strong here, and we are not comfortable living here. "Okay, then what should we do?" "We can only barely show up in the middle of the night when the yin energy is heavy. We should scare him first and make him scared. Then we can scare him away at night." "Okay, let's do it!" "Shoulder to shoulder!" Wei Yuan was resting with his eyes closed. He could not see ghosts in broad daylight, nor could he hear the ghosts' muttering. Then he heard a creaking sound. He opened his eyes and saw the open security door shaking and slowly closing. The sound was eerie and made people's scalps numb. The room was dark, and the lights were on during the day. The incandescent lamp began to flicker. On and off. Tick, tick--- There was a sound of water in the bathroom. Plop... It was the sound of slippers stepping on water. Wei Yuan had already sensed something was wrong. He half-closed his eyes and grabbed the Crouching Tiger Waist Badge with his right hand, but the Crouching Tiger Waist Badge never reacted. He ignored this strange phenomenon. In his mind, Wei Yuan compared the red embroidered shoes with the current situation and vaguely grasped a key point.
The red embroidered shoes are a murderous ghost, which will cause the Crouching Tiger Waist Badge to react.
There are ghosts here, but the Crouching Tiger Waist Badge, which is used to catch ghosts and monsters, will not react.
In other words, the ghosts here are basically harmless?
Despite this, Wei Yuan still decided to go out first.
He didn't expect that after he took the Crouching Tiger Waist Badge on a whim, there would actually be a ghost here.
Several ghosts cheered when they saw Wei Yuan's action. The water ghost was very proud and stretched out his hands to grab Wei Yuan's shoulders and approached his neck, intending to blow a breath to scare this guy with full yang energy. While stretching out his hands, he winked at the other ghosts.
"Look at me..."
The blackened nails touched Wei Yuan's shoulder.
It was like grabbing a red-hot iron.
The water ghost shivered, and his hands turned red. Wei Yuan felt the crouching tiger waist badge in his hand tremble, and felt hot. There was a low tiger roar, lazy, and a little bit of lack of energy.
Wei Yuan vaguely felt something behind him.
He turned around instinctively, grabbed the bronze waist badge, and swung it violently as if he was moving a brick.
The water ghost was holding his hand and blowing air.
Seeing Wei Yuan's action, he didn't hide.
Ghosts are residual essence, and the flesh can't touch them at all.
Not to mention a lump of iron, even swords and guns can only pass through the body.
It just grinned and said to the ghosts next to it:
"No, it's prickly, this guy's yang energy is too..."
The words didn't finish.
A bronze waist badge was like a brick, pressing firmly on his forehead.
Dang!!!
......
How does it feel to smash a ghost?
If Wei Yuan wants to describe it, it's a bit like hitting a large ball of cotton candy with a wooden stick.
Or the feeling of pinching a screaming chicken.
It feels okay.
It's quite comfortable and decompressing.
If you hold an event in a modern city, it should be quite profitable.
After smashing the ghost, the Crouching Tiger waist badge hummed slightly. Wei Yuan felt something and found a piece of white paper. He pressed the side with the word Wei on the white paper. On the white paper, a series of official script characters appeared, but they were completely different from the previous hunting and killing characters for the red embroidered shoes.
"Wandering soul, never eaten blood, no resentment, never killed, harmless."
"No need to kill."
......
After a while, Wei Yuan pulled a chair over and sat against the wall.
His left hand was on the table, and his right hand was in his pocket, holding the Crouching Tiger waist badge that still exuded a burning breath.
A row of ghosts crouched in the corner in front of them.
Holding the waist card, he could barely see the outline of a circle of ghosts, but he couldn't see them clearly when the ghosts moved.
There were five in total, three ghosts and two paper figures.
Because he could only barely see the outlines of the three ghosts and couldn't hear anything, Wei Yuan used the Crouching Tiger waist card to knock on their heads, and then pressed the Crouching Tiger waist card on the white paper. The words that came out were completely different from those of the fierce ghosts like the Red Embroidered Shoes. They were all ordinary wandering souls without resentment.
Wei Yuan also had some more guesses about the Crouching Tiger waist card. It seemed that this waist card only reacted strongly to those resentful ghosts and had no interest in harmless wandering ghosts.
There was no way to hear them talking. Although Wei Yuan was a little curious about these harmless ghosts, he still used the Crouching Tiger waist card to coerce and lure them into another room and locked the door, just to express his attitude.
These ghosts saw someone who could beat ghosts for the first time. They probably thought of the Taoist priests who exorcised ghosts. They were scared and dared not come out.
Wei Yuan looked at the crouching tiger waist card in his hand.
The waist card responded twice, once when the red embroidered shoes suspected to be evil ghosts passed by outside, and once when the unlucky ghost touched him. It was a bit like the standard "input and output" mode, which gave feedback through certain information from the outside world.
As a ghost, it would give feedback.
I don't know if I can do it.
It sucked my blood.
Wei Yuan was very interested in this unprecedented world. He held the waist card with his right hand and thought about it. Generally speaking, input and output should be related, so he imitated the tone of the text on the white paper and said: "The subordinates of the Sili School Lieutenant cannot look directly at the evil things and ghosts. What can I do?"
The crouching tiger waist card did not respond.
It shouldn't be.
Wei Yuan thought about it, and recalled the words on the white paper on the first day. He seemed to be thinking about something, and then said solemnly:
"Now there are strange and powerful gods who invade our Shenzhou. I want to arrest and kill them."
"But my mortal eyes cannot see ghosts. What can I do?"
This time, the Crouching Tiger waist card trembled and lit up slightly.
Wei Yuan's heartbeat slightly accelerated, and he felt that he had really stepped into a new world.
It can really be...