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Chapter 72

"It seems that the bottom of this pit is really unusual..."

Yan Qilin thought about it and said, Fatty also nodded quickly:

"Fortunately, we didn't go on hastily, no one knows what's going on here.

And judging from the dark candle just now, the yin here is very strong.

The director said that evil spirits are easy to grow in places with strong yin qi. In my opinion, we have to confirm the feng shui of the surrounding area first.

Let's see if this yin energy is caused by Feng Shui, or is there some evil spirit making trouble! "

The conversation between the two was heard by Zhao Xue, which made Zhao Xue's eyes shine with different lights.

"Ling'er, is what they said true?"

Ma Ling'er glanced at Zhao Xue with some doubts, obviously feeling a little strange about Zhao Xue's attitude.

"I don't know either. This is the first time I have participated in an operation with them. I don't know anything about what they said."

When she said these words, Ma Linger noticed again that Zhao Xue seemed to be very interested in these things.

Even the questioning attitude that normal people should have is rarely seen on Zhao Xue's face.

No way, there are still people who believe in such things in the criminal prosecution department?
Ma Linger thought about it in her heart, but she saw Fatty and Yan Qilin walking towards the outside of the construction site.

"Fatty, where are you going?"

The fat man said without turning his head:
"Look at Feng Shui, I don't know much, so I can only look at the nearest intersection to get a general idea.

I advise you to follow up quickly, women are very yin, be careful of dirty things! "

Fatty now put on the attitude of a senior. In fact, he had just learned these things from Feng Yun during training.

However, although it was just some basic knowledge, it was enough for him to put on an unfathomable posture in front of Ma Linger and Zhao Xue.

Naturally, Ma Linger and Zhao Xue quickly followed, and the group of four walked towards the intersection two miles away from the construction site.

……

At the same time, the four of Yan Qilin just walked away.

In the temporary dormitory on the construction site, the workers sat together curiously discussing what happened during the day.

"Now this incident is getting bigger and bigger. Ti Xingsi and the military government have been alarmed. I don't know when the truth will be found out."

"Don't you think it's strange that a group of people called polling bureaus appeared later, why did they take over the case from the Criminal Prosecution Division?"

"Polling Bureau? I haven't heard of it, do you know?"

"do not know……"

The workers shook their heads one after another. The development of the situation had made them more and more incomprehensible.

But what they are most concerned about is when everything will return to normal.

After all, only in this way can we start working again and earn money, instead of wasting time here every day and earning no money.

"Ugh……"

Old Zhao, the oldest, leaned against the bed helplessly and sighed deeply:

"I hope everything passes quickly, Zhuzi is still in the hospital, and we can't go see him.

This kid is from the same town as me, and I brought him out, what's wrong with this, and how will I explain to his parents when I go back? "

Old Zhao sighed with concern, and this emotion also affected other workers.

Everyone in this room gathered from all over the world, just to make more money.

Who has no parents and no children at home?

If the case is closed for one day, the work cannot be started for one day, and there will be no money for one day.

This is the biggest problem for them.

"call……"

At this moment, the windows of the temporary dormitory were open, and a gust of cold wind blew from nowhere.

After this gust of wind entered the fog, it seemed to take all the heat away.

"hiss……"

Old Zhao frowned, and shrank his neck subconsciously:
"Why is it so cold, quickly close the window."

A young worker stood up and walked quickly to the window. While pulling the window back, he unconsciously glanced out of the window.

"Strange, why is it suddenly foggy?"

Upon hearing this, all the workers looked out of the windows one after another, only to realize that at some point, a white mist appeared outside the window.

The white mist was so thick that everyone couldn't see clearly.

But now it will be dog days soon, why is there still fog?

This strange phenomenon made the workers feel a little confused. Lao Zhao even stood up, walked to the window, put his hands on the window, and looked out the window with difficulty.

"The elders often say that if there is a thick fog on a sunny day, the underworld cannot be crossed.

It is said that when there is heavy fog, the souls of the dead will not be able to find the way to the ghost gate, so they will continue to stay in place.

So in our hometown, whenever this happens, every household burns paper outside the door. "

"Uncle Zhao, stop talking, why do I feel a little cautious..."

The young workers felt a little uneasy, and what made them even more surprised was that the temperature in this room seemed to be getting lower and lower. It was obvious that it would be the dog days, but now they could breathe white air from their mouths.

"What's wrong, why does it feel more and more cold?"

"Yeah, what the hell is going on here?"

A look of panic began to appear on the faces of the workers, and even Lao Zhao, the oldest, felt his heart pounding.

"Shasha... Shasha..."

Indistinctly, there seemed to be some kind of sound coming from outside the window. The sound came from far to near, like the sound of footsteps, as if mixed with the sound of metal friction.

After hearing the sound, the workers walked to the window one after another and looked out the window with difficulty.

In the white mist, at some point, there were figures flickering around.

These figures loomed in the white mist, and as the sound got closer, these figures also got closer.

Old Zhao and the others opened their eyes wide in astonishment, only to see a group of people dressed in ancient armor and ancient soldiers in the white mist.

These people couldn't see their faces clearly, but they all wore heavy armor and held weapons of different lengths, walking through the white mist in an orderly and orderly manner.

But now it was almost 12 o'clock, and the construction site was pitch black in the middle of the night. Where did all these people come from?

Moreover, why is he wearing armor and holding a weapon, like a soldier in ancient times?
As the figures in the white mist got closer, the temperature in the room got lower and lower.

The workers had never seen such a battle. They wanted to shout in fear, but their throats seemed to be blocked by something, and they couldn't make a sound at all.

Old Zhao was standing closest to the window. At this moment, he was trembling all over, with fear written all over his face.

As if he had exhausted all the strength in his body, he managed to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth:

"This... this... is it... Yin soldiers?"

(End of this chapter)