I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 506

The Taoist priest standing inside the cordon stopped what he was doing when he saw the police driving away the pedestrians.

"Officer, there's no need for that. Let them keep an eye on things."

He turned to the approaching police officer and said this.

The latter was somewhat unexpected.

It's not like this has been the case for extraordinary individuals to enter government departments for a day or two, and they always have a few special requirements when they do things.

One of the most important rules is that no one can watch when you are using your power.

This is the first time I've encountered a superhuman who doesn't mind being watched by outsiders.

"Won't this disturb you, Mr. Shen? It's just... focusing your mind and unleashing your power."

"I told you, it's okay."

The Taoist priest shook his head.

"They won't cause any trouble, and my skills aren't something just anyone can learn. It's better to let them stay here so they can gain some basic understanding of so-called ghosts."

"Ok."

Seeing that he was determined to do so, the officer took out the walkie-talkie from his arm and told the officers around him who were helping to control the scene to stop dispersing the crowd.

During this time, the Taoist priest picked up the compass again.

With no task of dispersing the crowd, many police officers simply watched alongside passersby as this extraordinary individual searched for the ghost's trail.

Many eyes were focused on the Taoist priest surnamed Shen, who not only did not feel any discomfort or pressure, but instead felt a sense of comfort.

He traveled all the way from Hong Kong to here for this very reason.

To display one's divine power in front of others—what a beautiful phrase.

As Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, once said, "To return home in glory and wealth is like wearing brocade at night."

If I, Shen Xuanxuan, possess such amazing skills that I don't let anyone know about them, wouldn't I be wasting my time?

Perfect timing, a little demonstration before the formal interviews with the media.

With this in mind, Shen Xuanxuan once again focused his attention on the small mirror in the center of the compass.

As soon as evil energy is sensed, black mist will appear on the mirror's surface.

No matter how well a ghost can hide, it cannot escape the sight of this compass.

But for some reason, I walked around here for ages and there was no movement.

Shen Xuanxuan did not turn around, but he could clearly feel the growing suspicion in the eyes of the police officers looking at him.

……

What is he doing?

Theresa was quite curious.

"Search for any remaining ghostly energy to determine the ghost's identity and hiding place. The compass he's holding is quite sensitive to ghostly energy; it's a good tool."

Su Fan looked at the compass and had the idea of ​​studying it carefully and then making a replica.

"Then why hasn't he found it yet? Look, he's sweating profusely."

Theresa leaned close to Sufan and whispered in his ear.

"Oh, my mistake."

With a thought, Su Fan immediately contracted his aura, shrinking it to a size that could only envelop himself and Theresa.

At the same moment he made this move, a large cloud of black mist suddenly appeared on the compass in Shen Xuanxuan's hand, almost covering his entire upper body!
"My God! What the hell is that?!"

"Such heavy black smoke! Is this guy burning coal in that wooden plate?"

"Fool! This is clearly the evil power of an evil spirit! The wind is blowing so hard, yet the fog is still condensed in that area and doesn't move at all. This is completely against common sense!"

The initially curious crowd felt as if they had been thrown into a frozen river in winter, their bodies rapidly losing temperature.

This is no ordinary circus performance; it's a murder case perpetrated by an evil spirit that can easily lead to death!
"...I suddenly remembered I have something to take care of at home. My mom is about to give birth, so I have to go." "Me too."

Many people silently withdrew, feeling a pang of regret. Others, concerned with saving face, glanced at their watches, pretended to have something to do, made up a flimsy excuse, and quickly walked away in the opposite direction without looking back.

Within a minute, the once bustling crowd of onlookers dwindled by two-thirds.

In fact, many police officers at the scene were terrified when they saw the large, eerie black fog.

If they hadn't remembered they were still wearing police uniforms, they would have run just as fast as the others.

They have absolutely no self-control, and they even have to watch foreigners make fools of themselves. A bunch of hypocrites who only pay lip service to something they don't truly understand.

Upon discovering that there were far fewer "spectators," Shen Xuanxuan was quite indignant. With a flick of his sleeve, the black mist on the compass disappeared.

The officer who had spoken with him earlier cautiously stepped forward.

"Where did that black mist go? Master, have you already solved the problem?"

"The black mist is just a way for you to see the evil power of evil spirits more directly, so there's no need to panic."

Shen Xuanxuan snorted coldly, raised his chin, and spoke calmly.

"As for the problem, with me here, it won't amount to anything."

Seeing the former's calm demeanor and air of superiority, the police officer felt a deep respect for him and naturally began to flatter him.

"Of course, of course. But could you tell me exactly what's going on? We need to write a report so the higher-ups know what happened here."

"what happen?"

Shen Xuanxuan turned his head, his beard twitching slightly with a cold laugh.

"Your London government should know this better than I do."

"What do you mean? I don't quite understand..."

"Don't understand? Then let me explain it more clearly."

Shen Xuanxuan pointed to the hotel.

Was this hotel previously a large factory?

"factory?"

The police officer was taken aback.

As a native Londoner, he knew this place as far back as he could remember as shops and hotels, with no factories whatsoever.

Perhaps seeing that his superior was confused, a police officer standing nearby leaned forward to explain in a low voice. After listening, the officer's confusion only increased.

"There were indeed factories here, but that's all from the Victorian era. Does that have anything to do with the case at hand?"

"Yes, and they're huge."

Shen Xuanxuan stroked his beard and recounted what he had just seen.

"In the black mist just now, I saw the true forms of the evil spirits. They looked to be under 10 years old, and they were wearing work clothes stained with engine oil..."

"them?!"

The officer's expression changed.

"There's more than one ghost?!"

"How could a ghost possess such intense resentment?"

At this point, everyone present understood.

The Victorian era coincided with the Industrial Revolution, and while the economic and technological boom brought light, it also brought profound darkness.

Many factories illegally "employed" child laborers and subjected them to inhumane exploitation, to the point that the average lifespan of workers at the time was less than 18 years.

Those lives, swallowed by engine oil and thick smoke, withered and rotted under the London smog-shrouded sky, their resentment unusually intense.

If they come to claim my life...

(End of this chapter)