Chapter 1 The Beginning

Dong, dong, dong, dong.

The crisp, rhythmic knocking sounded unhurriedly.

Wei Yuan glanced at the clock. It was ten o'clock at night, and the sky outside was completely dark. Because Wei Yuan's cultivation method had broken through a key point today, his mind was exhausted, so he went to sleep at nine o'clock, but fell asleep and had that nightmare, and was awakened by it.

This street is full of old shops.

Now there is no one on the road, and the knocking makes people feel uneasy.

Wei Yuan didn't have any fear in his heart. He raised his hand, held the hilt of the broken sword, and walked over.

He opened the door.

A man in his thirties stood outside the door.

He was well-dressed, with a refined and gentle temperament. He was about to raise his hand to continue knocking on the door. He was stunned when he saw Wei Yuan, and then smiled politely: "It's so late, sorry to bother you. I just couldn't get through on the phone, so I thought I'd come in person. Are you Old Li?"

"My name is Fang Yang, this museum is mine."

With the operation of the Crouching Tiger Decision, Wei Yuan saw the yang energy emanating from the man in front of him, realizing he was not a ghost. His heart moved slightly, and he stepped aside, letting the man into the house. The few ghosts who were still interested just now slipped aside to hide.

Fang Yang looked around the museum and sat down with a hint of restrained, gentle smile.

Wei Yuan poured two glasses of water.

Fang Yang held the water, not taking a sip, just exchanging a few polite greetings, and then said his main purpose, smiling:

"I'm here this time mainly to take back this museum."

"After all, it's rare for me to come back to Quan City once a year. I only came here once three months ago, and I couldn't even come to see this museum. It's time for this museum to close. Heh... When I left here, I told my dad that this was my life's work, my dream, and so on, that it must be kept open, and my dad scolded me."

Fang Yang shook his head with a smile.

"Looking back now, things have changed, and I was too naive at the time."

"I digress, I digress. Mr. Li, take a look at how many years the contract you signed earlier was. Let's settle the salary and other matters."

He took out a file bag, and it could be seen that he had been too busy to open the contract before.

He casually opened it, took out the contract inside, and discussed, "Mr. Li, you came here half a year ago. If we terminate the contract due to special reasons, I will pay the liquidated damages. How about calculating your salary for seven months?"

Wei Yuan didn't look at the contract he handed over.

He turned around and took out another contract, placing it in front of him.

Fang Yang was confused.

Wei Yuan said, "My surname is not Li, my surname is Wei."

Fang Yang's expression froze slightly, and he frowned, "You're not Li Kai? Then what are you doing here? Did his friend come to look after it for him?"

Wei Yuan didn't answer, but pushed the contract in front of him, signaling him to open it and take a look. Fang Yang suspiciously opened the contract and looked at it. It was a recruitment agreement. The beginning was fine, but he was a little stunned when he saw the generous remuneration.

When he saw the final time and the signature of Party A, his face turned pale in an instant.

"That's impossible!"

The refined and gentle man almost shouted subconsciously, his palms trembling.

"My dad passed away four months ago!"

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Fang Hongbo stared wide-eyed at the door.

The knocking stopped.

He gasped heavily.

He thought of the person who had called just now, and memories surfaced.

He still remembered that it was someone he had hired more than two months ago.

In the half year before hiring this person, three people had already run away. They said they couldn't stand it, that there was always knocking at night, that blood would flow on the walls, that they would hear footsteps outside, but they would disappear when they got close. They said they were quitting and wanted to leave.

Even the one who said he had kept watch over graves in the village ran away.

He didn't believe it and went to watch over it himself, but he was also frightened.

Then he found this young man.

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My name is Li Kai, a villager.

Everyone says I'm brave, full of vigor, and even ghosts are afraid of me.

It's a pity I couldn't finish my studies.

I didn't want to farm at home, so I ran to the city to work.

I washed dishes, worked as a security guard, and later found a job as a museum guard. The salary wasn't low, and the benefits were good, but I heard that this place was haunted. I'm full of vigor and not afraid of ghosts. The owner of this museum is a very polite old man who invited me to drink.

He said that this museum was the life's work and dream of his son, and it had to be well protected.

The old man often came here to watch over it.

I asked him why his son didn't come. He said his son was abroad, busy with work, and it wasn't convenient for him to come back.

I feel a little sorry for the old man.

I also think I should take some time to go back and see my parents.

But before I had time to tell the old man, he was in a car accident on the way to the museum, and he died.

I went to the funeral for a meal.

Later, for half a month, the house was noisy all night. I couldn't sleep. I don't know what was wrong with the faucet, but it kept dripping water. But when I went over, it would get better again. It was so annoying. It was hard for me to fall asleep, but not long after, someone knocked on the door. I thought there was still no one there, and if I didn't pay attention to it, it would be quiet after a while.

But this day, the knocking seemed very forceful.

Dong, dong, dong, dong.

It made me feel flustered.

Who would knock on the door in the middle of the night?!

Knock, knock, knock.

As if they were rushing to a funeral!

I ran out angrily to open the door, determined to give a good beating to any drunk guy. There was really a figure outside the door. I was so angry that I pulled the door open, but when I saw the person outside, the anger that had almost ignited turned cold, and I felt a chill down my spine.

It was the old man who had passed away a few days ago, wearing a vest and smiling politely.

I just felt cold air coming from behind.

Do you know the story of a dead man knocking on the door?

People walk on human paths, and ghosts walk on yin paths. When a dead man knocks on a living man's door, he's here to borrow life.

For the first time in my life, I was so scared that my liver trembled and my legs went weak. I only remember shouting that there was a ghost, and then I didn't care about anything. I didn't care about the clothes in the house, the food and drinks I had just bought. I just ran forward with my head buried, and I would never go back to that museum again. I even turned off my phone.

There's a ghost here!

There's a ghost!

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And in the museum.

Fang Yang's face was pale, and his palms were shaking. He suddenly threw down the contract and stammered:

"That's impossible, you forged it!"

"This is fraud!"

"My dad is gone, do you want to say that there are ghosts in this world?! Where are they? Do you want to say that there are ghosts right under my nose! There's a limit to joking, don't try to scam me."

"Believe it or not, I'll call the police and have you locked up for a few months?"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and then he really took out his phone to make a call. Wei Yuan casually took a spare willow leaf, dipped it in the talisman water that hadn't been used up before, and raised his hand to brush it across Fang Yang's eyes like lightning. The latter was startled, worried about being contaminated, and rubbed his eyes for a long time before opening them angrily.

His face turned pale instantly.

The room was suddenly packed full.

In front of him was a cyan-faced woman who had died from poison. Behind Wei Yuan stood a man in ancient military uniform, holding a knife in one hand, with a solemn expression. He looked quite majestic, but there was a big hole in his heart, dripping with blood.

A pair of embroidered shoes danced, and a box clattered.

The potted plant in the middle seemed to be glowing.

Two paper figures on the table rotated with their arms crossed.

Fang Yang's thoughts froze. He turned his head stiffly and saw a water ghost sitting on the sofa next to him, swollen in a circle, wrapped in rotten fishing nets, supporting his chin with one hand. When he saw Fang Yang looking over, he winked at him.

"Ghosts, ghosts!!!"

Fang Yang was so frightened that he shivered and fell off the sofa.

Wei Yuan pushed away the water ghost and the poisoned ghost, held down Fang Yang, and took out the official documents given to him. He managed to calm Fang Yang down a little, and then directly sent a message about this matter to the Special Operations Team, explained it, and put away his phone. When he looked at Fang Yang, he thought of Fang Hongbo, who was no different from a normal person when they first met.

But at that time, he hadn't had physical contact with Fang Hongbo.

He didn't have any cultivation at the time, so it was normal that he couldn't see the problem.

But first Zhang Yue, and then Fang Hongbo, both in the range of Quan City, and the secret techniques involved are similar. Wei Yuan had a vague feeling in his heart that this was probably the same kind of person who had told Zhang Yue about the life-extending method. In the past month, Xuan Yi and the others had found the person who had passed on the secret technique to Zhang Yue, but they discovered that Zhang Yue had only been in contact with a middleman.

The mastermind was still hiding tightly.

People who spread such evil arts cannot be left alone.

Wei Yuan looked at the dazed Fang Yang, thought for a while, and said:

"Were you driving just now?"

ps: Well, I want to try my best to make this story a little bit interesting.

If there are places where I can't do it, please bear with me, lying down like a corpse...