Shen Bei slowly stepped into the room, his eyes warily scanning his surroundings.
The room is a simple little living room furnished with a sofa, refrigerator, television, and other common appliances.
Shen Bei placed his backpack on the table and took out a number of things from it.
A peach wood sword, its smooth surface engraved with various runes.
A large stack of talisman paper with different symbols drawn on it.
A mirror.
There was also a small bottle of unidentified liquid.
When Fang Qingyang came in, he saw the various items on the table and thought to himself, "It looks quite impressive."
I just don't know if we can catch that ghost.
Shen Bei hung a portrait on the wall; the portrait depicted a long-bearded Taoist priest dressed in Taoist robes.
A table was brought over, and then an incense burner and three small wine cups were placed on it.
He took out a flask of wine from his backpack, filled three small wine glasses, took out three long incense sticks, and then took out a lighter from his pocket and lit them.
He clasped his hands together, held three long incense sticks, bowed to the portrait, muttered some incantations, and finally inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.
He turned around, picked up the bottle of unknown liquid on the table, poured some into his palm, and applied the liquid to his eyes.
Shen Bei handed the small bottle to Fang Qingyang, "Qingyang, want some? This is a good thing."
Seeing that Fang Qingyang didn't take it, Shen Bei poured out some more and smeared it directly on Fang Qingyang's eyes.
Seeing Fang Qingyang dodge, he quickly spoke up to stop him, "This thing is harmless to humans. If you put it on your eyes, you can see things you can't normally see."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang stopped dodging and stood still, letting Shen Bei smear the smear haphazardly over his eyes.
Fang Qingyang blinked, then opened his eyes again, looking around curiously. To his disappointment, he couldn't see a single ghost in the small living room.
Shen Bei whispered, "That ghost isn't here; it might be in your room."
Shen Bei gripped the peach wood sword in his right hand and held a stack of talismans in his left, then took the lead into the room.
The room was a mess, with a large bed covered in dirt.
Shen Bei gave Fang Qingyang a strange look, leaned closer and whispered, "Brother, tell me, what did you do in bed to make the bed look like this?"
“Uh…” Fang Qingyang was speechless for once. Was he supposed to tell him that he had a 300-round battle with that ghost in bed?
This is too ambiguous and risks making things worse by trying to explain it; it's best to remain silent.
"Get on with your business."
Shen Bei was annoyed; he had almost forgotten the important matter.
He searched the room carefully and found a small sofa by the window. There was a thick fog on the sofa, making it difficult to see clearly, but this did not hinder his correct judgment.
Shen Bei threw the talisman in his hand towards the thick fog, which hit Ning Qing.
Ning Qing was engrossed in his cultivation when he suddenly heard the system's scream, "Host, get out of the way! A ghost hunter is sticking talismans on you!"
Ning Qing's cultivation was interrupted, and she became inexplicably irritable and angry. She opened her eyes and stared sharply at the two people in the room. The ghostly energy she had cultivated instantly poured out and pressed down on the two of them.
He picked up a talisman with two fingers, looked at the runes on it, and scoffed. Such a trivial skill, daring to catch ghosts? Aren't you afraid of getting caught by ghosts instead?
Fang Qingyang and Shen Bei suddenly felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they were being watched by something terrifying.
Shen Bei's legs trembled involuntarily, a fear that arose from the depths of his heart.
At this moment, catching ghosts and having ideals were all outside his field of thought.
He just wanted to go home; this thing was terrifying, even a single glance from it was enough to send chills down his spine.
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