I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 7: Walled City
With the disappearance of the boy in red, the environment of the cave began to distort, and stalactites kept falling off.

Chen Qingyuan carried the skull and ran along the colorful rope towards the cave. After rushing out, he appeared directly at the door of the basement. Yue Hua was standing there with a compass in his left hand and a hand seal in his right hand, muttering something...

call……

The cave was completely closed and the basement door was restored to its original appearance.

Yue Hua breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask Chen Qingyuan if he was okay, but his eyes fell on the skull in his hand. He suddenly felt his cerebellum shrink a little and asked, "Is this the skull of the ghost?"

Chen Qingyuan hummed, "It tried to take the skeleton away when I wasn't paying attention, and accidentally tore it in half. I took the head, and it took the body away."

Yue Hua's eyes twitched, thinking to himself that Chen Qingyuan was really a tough guy. Killing people and chopping off heads was fine, but now he was so calm even holding the skull of a ghost. Regardless of whether he was good or evil, he must have a bright future...

Chen Qingyuan described what happened in the cave and what the child in red said.

Yue Hua fell into deep thought and said, "It seems that Chen Ah Hui has an accomplice. Fortunately, you have snatched the skull. Come back to Wong Tai Sin with me later. I will use a secret method to use the skull as a medium to track the whereabouts of the ghost and see where it is going..."

The two left the Central building and headed for the Wong Tai Sin district.

Yue Hua's living room was filled with a statue of the Buddha Sakyamuni. He put on a monk's robe and came out. Seeing Chen Qingyuan's surprised expression, he smiled and said, "I worship both Taoist and Buddhist gods. As long as I have good intentions, any god is fine..."

As he spoke, he tapped the Bagua diagram on the ground with his foot.

Chen Qingyuan stared at the statue of Sakyamuni in a trance and asked, "Mr. Yue, can I really not practice cultivation?"

Yue Hua sighed and said bluntly, "Normally, even if you have no talent, you can still learn something. But Qingyuan, your situation is very special. Your soul, which should be intact, is now tattered and full of holes, like a sieve that can't hold any mana! It's a miracle that you didn't die or become an idiot. What else can you ask for?"

He coughed and changed the subject: "Don't worry about these things, let's solve the problem while the ghost's strength is damaged."

Chen Qingyuan handed over the skull: "Thank you."

Yue Hua placed the skull in the middle of the Bagua formation and pasted eight pieces of talisman paper on it counterclockwise from right to left. He picked up a peach wood sword from the incense table, bit his right index finger and smeared the blood on it, chanted a spell, stepped on the Seven Stars, and the blood from the tip of the peach wood sword was imprinted on Chen Qingyuan's brow. Then he sat cross-legged on the cushion.

Green smoke was rising from the skull on the ground.

He said with a serious expression: "I will use the secret spell as the main method and the essence and blood as the auxiliary method to connect you and me! You take the talisman paper and the demon-subduing pestle with you when you go out. When you encounter danger, recite the spell I gave you and the demon-subduing pestle will have my magic power. But remember, although it can kill ghosts with one blow, it will lose its magic power after one blow, whether it hits or not..."

Chen Qingyuan took the package from Yue Hua and asked, "Are you okay by yourself?"

Yue Hua felt somewhat relieved and said with a smile: "With the Buddha here to guard the place and me suppressing the ghost's head, I am actually much safer than you."

Chen Qingyuan followed Yue Hua's instructions and took out a compass from the package. The middle needle quickly rotated and fixed in one direction, then he strode away...

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It was already past three in the morning, and the temperature on the street was low, but there were still many young men and women walking around. Nightclubs and bars were all places that belonged to the night... An old man who was collecting rubbish was walking in a remote alley with a bag on his back, rummaging through the garbage with a clamp in his hand, collecting some glass bottles and plastic bottles. He suddenly found some grayish-white things in the garbage, picked them up with the clamp, and was shocked to see that they were nothing else but scattered bones, human bones, but a little smaller.

He turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly he saw a blurry red figure of a child standing at the entrance of the alley ahead.

Damn it!
The old man panicked and turned around to run, but there was a figure standing in the alley behind him, completely blocking his way forward or backward.

The blurry red child made a hoarse voice: "Take my bones and go to Kowloon Walled City to find someone..."

Nine, Kowloon Walled City?

The old man was so scared that he quickly shook his head and said tremblingly: "The people in Kowloon Walled City are scarier than ghosts. How can I get out intact with my bones in? Please find someone else to help..."

The red child's silhouette was like a TV screen with unstable signals, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Its voice became sharp: "If you don't send it, I will kill you and your family!"

The old man had no choice but to say, "I'll send it off, I'll send it off!" He was already old, and if his death could prevent his family from suffering misfortune, then it would be worth it!
The old man picked up all the bones and put them into the bag as instructed by the red kid.

As we got closer, we could see clearly that the red child was actually a child with disheveled hair and wearing ragged red clothes. He was probably only five or six years old when he died.

The child in red said, "Go to the third floor in the northeast of the fortress and ask if there is a person named Zhang Pinghong. People usually call her Sister Hong. Just find her..."

Sister Hong?

The old man was a little confused, but he didn't dare to ask too much. He just carried the bag and walked into the city obediently.

Even at this late hour, the fortress was still quite lively. It seemed that some gang leader had arrived. They walked past the old man with a bunch of younger brothers, cursing, "Fuck you! That bastard Chen Ah Hui should have died earlier or later, but he was killed by a piece of trash named Fu Guang at this very moment. I don't even know where my stuff is! What should I do!"

A henchman echoed, "Boss, calm down. Who cares about Fu Guang or Fu An? Hong Po is the best at finding people. As long as we find Fu Guang, maybe he will have the goods..."

The society members walked away.

The old man dared to raise his head, feeling someone staring at him. He looked up and saw a woman in her fifties standing on the balcony on the fourth floor. She was staring at him straight, which made him feel very uncomfortable...

There was a commotion in the bag hanging on his back, and the voice of a child in red came out from inside: "That's her, just take me over there!"

The old man didn't know what the child in red wanted to do, but he couldn't care less now. He climbed up the stairs. The old lady was no longer standing in the corridor.

He walked over and found a dim red light in the room next door. He looked inside and found that it was a family temple.

The old lady was wearing a purple dress with floral patterns, her face was full of wrinkles, and her left eye was gray, which looked like cataracts and glaucoma, giving people a weird feeling. Her voice was like the sound of sandpaper grinding glass, and she stared at the old man and said word by word: "What do you want to do with me?"

As time goes by, the old man can see that this old lady is not an ordinary person. Thinking that he has brought a ghost with him, he hesitated and didn't know how to answer...

(End of this chapter)