I'm in Horror World, Taoism Exorcism

After hearing what happened, Chen Feng felt a little flustered.

Is there really a ghost in this parallel world?

Otherwise, how could such a strange thing happen.

If it's a prank, no one is so daring, so go to the police station.

[There should be no ghosts. Although I am a horror movie fan, I don’t believe in ghosts. 】

[The task released by the system just now is to help Celine complete the farewell of the deceased. 】

[Completing the farewell of the deceased, is this a ghost or no ghost? 】

Chen Feng was a little unsure.

With a lot of thought, Chen Feng took a police car and came to the 38th Precinct in Los Angeles, not far from Hollywood Boulevard.

Carrying a bag and following Celine into the police station, Chen Feng immediately felt the gazes from one police officer.

Their eyes all fell on Chen Feng, and they either looked at them or doubted, but they didn't trust him.

"Is this the exorcist you found, Celine? Why so young? Didn't you say an old man?"

A black male police officer asked Celine with unabashed contempt in his tone.

Celine: "The old man died, and now he is in charge of that store."

Black policeman: "The old man is dead, so you can just find someone? Please, Celine, this kind of thing can't be solved by anyone."

Celine was a little annoyed by what the black policeman said: "If you have a better candidate, Ryder... I'll let him go right away. If you don't, shut your stinky mouth."

The black policeman Ryder's expression froze, and the rest of the words were stuck in his mouth, unable to speak.

After Celine left with Chen Feng, he muttered, "There are so few damn Chinese exorcists, where can I find them."

Under the suspicious eyes of the police, Chen Feng followed Celine to the detention room.

There were no prisoners in the prison at this time.

When such a thing happened, the police were also afraid of another incident and transferred the prisoners.

As soon as he stepped into the detention room, Chen Feng felt the temperature plummet.

Here, it is several degrees lower than outside.

Chen Feng looked at Celine: "Why do you have to turn on the air conditioner?"

Celine: "Without the air conditioner, since the Chinese died, it's colder inside than outside."

When Chen Feng heard this, he felt numb in his heart.

【Is there really a ghost? 】

Celine: "Chen, what should I do now?"

[I still want to know. 】

Of course, this kind of thing cannot be said.

Chen Feng was still calm on the surface, but all kinds of thoughts exploded in his heart.

According to the various horror movies Chen Feng has watched, in this situation, if the Chinese ghost is really making trouble, there are several ways to solve it.

1. A powerful exorcism method, just find the ghost directly and beat it to the core.

2. The next-level method is to recite the scriptures of transcendence to get rid of the ghost.

3. The last method is to burn some paper money for Big Brother Ghost, buy Big Brother Ghost, and send him away.

The first method, Chen Feng would not do it at all.

For the second method, Chen Feng remembered a few sutras of transcendence, but only a few sentences were useless.

After much deliberation, there is only the third method.

Seeing that Chen Feng's eyes gradually became firm, and with focus, Celine quickly asked, "Chen, have you come up with a solution?"

"Well, what's the name of the deceased?" Chen Feng asked.

Celine replied immediately: "His registered name is Arthur Lee."

Chen Feng: "Is there no Chinese name?"

Celine: "No, only this name."

"Okay, I hope it works."

Chen Feng murmured softly, opened his backpack, and took out stacks of paper money from it.

These paper money are all printed paper money.

Some are printed in the appearance of soft sister coins, some are printed in the appearance of US dollars, as well as British pounds, euros, etc.

However, there are several domineering Chinese characters on it - China World Bank.

Seeing Chen Feng taking out all kinds of paper money, the police next to him were very curious.

The black policeman Ryder said: "Does this count as printing counterfeit money?"

Celine glared at him: "Are you blind, Ryder, have you ever seen such a rough counterfeit?

This is a coin for the dead. If you don't understand it, read more and don't say it to make people laugh. "

Ryder was very angry: "Celine, why are you always targeting me?"

Celine: "That's because you're always stupid and asking stupid questions."

Ryder wanted to say something else, but an older policeman interrupted: "Shut up, now is not the time for you to quarrel."

"Yes, Sheriff Fleck." Ryder replied in a muffled voice.

"I don't know what kind of paper money is useful, so let's burn some for you."

Chen Feng spoke in Chinese in a low voice, but he was not afraid that these foreigners would tell him that he was a layman.

Chen Feng took out a little of each type of paper money, stacked them in a stack, then took out a piece of white paper, and put the stack of paper wallets into it.

Afterwards, he took out a writing brush and put some ink on it. He wanted to learn how to write a lucky bag in the folk, and wrote on it something like Jinghui, an old man.

On second thought, it was written by later generations to ancestors, and this evil Se-Li has a fart relationship with him.

Writing like this is not taking advantage of it.

So he simply wrote: "Arthur Lee close."

A few words, written crookedly, are really not good-looking.

Chen Feng himself felt a little ashamed.

But when I saw the gazes of the foreigners beside me, there was curiosity and admiration in their eyes.

Well, it is indeed admiration, Chen Feng is not mistaken.

[Could it be that I write very well, but I am a little too demanding of myself? 】

At this time, Celine praised: "Chen, you are so amazing that you can actually write with a pinch of hair."

Chen Feng: "..."*