"Yes, but not now. You have to wait until I finish handling the matter. Besides, someone is already managing the ghost post office. If the headquarters wants to take over the ghost post office, they still have to find her."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if your negotiation doesn't go smoothly. It's not impossible to kill her."

After hearing Lin Qian's answer, Wang Xiaoming fell silent, and after a while he spoke:

"No conditions? I thought you were going to offer some conditions. This is not like your style."

"No conditions? How is it possible? Who do you think I, Lin Qian, am? Am I the kind of selfless person? Of course not."

"The conditions are very simple. In three months, I will transfer all the strongest detectives from the headquarters to Dachuan City. My wedding is so big, how can only a dozen captains attend it? This is too shabby."

"Remember, it's best to be an alien. If you're not an alien, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter Dachuan City."

After saying this, Lin Qian hung up the phone. He would not give Wang Xiaoming a chance to regret.

After hanging up the phone, he was still uneasy and threw the satellite positioning phone into the ghost painting.

Headquarters.

Wang Xiaoming put down his phone silently, then turned to look at Li Jun and Lu Zhiwen. The two looked up at the ceiling in tacit agreement.

Finally, Li Jun couldn't stand Wang Xiaoming's eyes and said:

"Professor Wang, I am not an alien and cannot enter Dachuan City. Lu Zhiwen is, he can."

The corner of Lu Zhiwen's mouth twitched, and he looked straight at Li Jun, his little eyes full of resentment.

"It's okay, I will help you become a stranger." Wang Xiaoming said calmly.

Now Lu Zhiwen laughed, and Li Jun was stunned. He looked at Professor Wang a little confused.

"Professor Wang, I...I thank you." Li Jun finally choked out these words.

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, you're welcome, this is what I should do."

Li Jun was completely silent, and there was nothing to talk about today.

The middle-aged man looked at this scene, smiled, and then continued to stare at the book in his hand.

interesting place.

Cao Yanhua and Shen Liang looked at Wang Xiaoming with strange expressions. Professor Wang would always make a joke.

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The Yellow River, the source river, the mother river, is also known as the Zhuo River and the Xuan River.

It is an extremely magical river. The Yellow River was not called the Yellow River before, but was called the Big River.

After people saw the color of the water in the Yellow River, they called it the Yellow River.

This river is mentioned in many poems left by the ancients.

For example, a certain white water from the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.

Like a certain king, far up the Yellow River, there is an isolated city among the white clouds, Wanren Mountain.

And what, the white sun sets over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea, etc.

The poem is beautiful, but this is only one of the reasons why the Yellow River is famous.

On the edge of the raging Yellow River, a young man stood on the edge.

A blood-red trench coat was blown by the cold wind blowing from the river.

The young man looked calm and looked at the turbid river water with deep eyes.

"Why are there so many ghosts? Is there anything wrong with this place?"

If someone can see through the turbid river water and see directly to the bottom of the water, they will find that there are five or six human-shaped black shadows moving slowly at the bottom of the water.

Judging from the direction of movement of these figures, they were clearly heading towards the shore.

Judging from their speed, it takes about seven or eight days to reach the shore. That speed is slower than the crawling of maggots.

Lin Qian glanced into the distance and saw the same situation under the river.

"It's interesting."

Lin Qian held the river water, which was a bit heavy.

The water was very gloomy, and there was a supernatural feeling permeating it, but a very strange thing happened. After the water left the river, the supernatural feeling actually dissipated.

"Interesting, no doubt generous."

Lin Qian poured the water back into the river and looked at the rough river with twinkling eyes.

"This kind of handwriting is a bit scary."

Turn the entire middle and upper reaches of the Yellow River into a ghost river to limit the sudden appearance of evil spirits.

After these river waters leave the river section, they will lose their spiritual power, so they will not affect ordinary people.

It's really scary.

Lin Qian lowered his head and stared at the ghosts walking at the bottom of the river, his eyes twinkling.

"There should be someone to clean it up, or else let these evil ghosts come ashore like this?"

Lin Qian looked around and saw that there was no one around. It was still a long way to go from the nearest village.

"Let's take a look first. I wonder where the ghost coffin that is about to come out is. Can I see it now?"

Lin Qian thought like this and walked upstream.

The Yellow River is deep and windy, so people traveling on both sides of the river rely on boats, which has given rise to a profession, punting.

A small boat costs five yuan per trip and ten yuan for a round trip. It is very cheap and safe. It depends on whether the passengers violate any taboos.

If the passengers are obedient, there is an 80% chance of passing safely. If they are not obedient... then it's hard to say.

Of course, this was in the past. Now that science and technology are advanced, there is no need for such small boats, so Lin Qian doesn't know that such a profession does not exist yet.

He knew this only by reading some information. The folk customs were not recorded in detail, so it was normal.

Lin Qian was not in a hurry. It was only about five o'clock in the afternoon. The genius was a little gloomy, but it would not affect anything.

Just walk slowly.

But not long after leaving, Lin Qian heard someone calling him. The voice was vague and vague, but it was clear that they were calling him.

Lin Qian~

Lin Qian~

Lin Qian...

Lin Qian sighed, turned around and looked at no one. Then Lin Qian thought about it and tried to agree:

"Here you are, here you are... If you call me crazy, just call me once. You call me so many times, do you think I am deaf?"

But at this moment, as Lin Qian agreed and answered the voice, a dark and sudden feeling emerged.

The surroundings quickly darkened, and then turned pitch black. A footstep appeared, but disappeared as soon as it appeared. A man with a numb expression and a distracted look appeared not far from Lin Qian.

He was slowly walking towards him.

Lin Qian sighed helplessly, snapped his fingers, and a starving ghost appeared and swallowed the evil ghost in one gulp.

"Sending someone's head a thousand miles away is less about courtesy and more about affection. I understand, I understand."

The gloom quickly faded, and Lin Qian continued on his way as if nothing had happened. He forgot to mention that people on both sides of the Yellow River should not go out at night, because walking at night is easy to encounter ghosts.

Just like now, Lin Qian was watching a child running in circles under a big tree. The flashlight in his hand was bright, but it couldn't illuminate the surrounding one meter range.

The child looked frightened, but Tong Kong looked confused. It was obvious that the little guy was beaten against the wall and blinded by the ghost.

Lin Qian looked at the little ghost squatting on the child's shoulders with interest, covering the child's eyes with his hands. He felt that if this little guy walked out on his own, he might not have to become a ghost controller.

Looking at this situation, it is very possible, and the possibility is not small.

Of course, this must be done if he can get out.

"It's really interesting. Are there so many supernatural incidents in this place? And why do these ghosts look more harmless than the last?"

Lin Qian clicked her tongue in surprise and turned her head to look in one direction. There was a flashlight of flashlight over there. It seemed that the little boy's family had come to find him.

Seeing this scene and looking at the little boy, Lin Qian was suddenly surprised:

"If this little thing's family is found, this little guy will either die or become a ghost master. If it's the former, as many people as possible will die. If it's the latter, it will be interesting."

"Forget it...I have an appetite...and I'm in a good mood."

Lin Qiandi muttered, and a starving ghost appeared and tore off the devil squatting on the little boy's shoulder. The little devil didn't even have a chance to resist and was eaten.

As the ghost disappeared, it seemed that the little boy could finally see his surroundings clearly and no longer walked in circles around a tree.

But when he saw the scene around him clearly, he immediately panicked, but when he heard his parents calling, he suppressed the fear in his heart.

"Here, I'm here!"

The little boy shouted loudly, and the flashlight in his hand began to turn on and off rhythmically.
To be continued...