"By the way, why are you buried here and not losing everything?" Honglian said to herself, turned to Qin Mu and said, "Check it out quickly, is there any spiritual weapon nearby suppressing it?"

Qin Mu covered her face. Can this aunt's voice be softer when she talks to herself? Didn't she see that the butler's face turned dark?

Qin Mu had to close his eyes, sensed it for a moment, then shook his head: "Not to mention spiritual weapons, there are still several places that emit black air. I don't know if it is a ghost weapon at work. Maybe he couldn't notice the spiritual weapons before he got these things out."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, there are actually some." Honglian looked around and wondered: "What kind of business does Lin Gangsheng do? Have you offended many people?"

Three black lines were struck on the female housekeeper's forehead. When Qin Mu said that there was such a strange thing around him, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he knew everything about Honglian's problem, "Mr. Lin is a jewelry man..."

"Oh, stone dealer, social relations should not be too complicated." Honglian said suddenly.

Qin Mu wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it. What is a "stone dealer"? "What does it mean to be not too complicated? What do you think is complicated?"

"Martial Arts dealer." Honglian's answer was simple and straightforward. She rubbed the black "small cloth bag" in her hand twice: "Not to mention what this thing is, it is not an exaggeration to say that the layer of fire rat skin outside this thing is worth a thousand gold. You also know that money has never been a rare thing in Tonglingfang City."

This is true. Most of the Tongling Markets exchange objects for objects. In previous documents, the exchange currency used in the early days was spirit stones. Qin Mu only saw it in books or novels. What is this thing like? Only ghosts know.

Ghost spirit stones store ghost power, and spirit stones are said to store spiritual power. However, this thing is just like the monks in the Dharma-Ending Age. It is pitifully rare. Even if there are, it is probably something that can be offered high. Who would be willing to take it out?

"I actually used such things to wrap the fragments." Qin Mu said thoughtfully: "It must be in the circle. Is it because your Mr. Lin blocked his way for others to take revenge like this?"

"Mr. Bu is a famous Feng Shui master, and the master also gave him a lot of money..." the housekeeper said anxiously.

Qin Mu interrupted her: "We didn't say he had any problems, but they were all guesses. I didn't say that there was something wrong with Feng Shui. I just said that there were other things in this room. It would be strange if nothing happened in such a room. By the way, who gave him the ring on Mr. Lin's hand?"

"It's also Mr. Bu. He helped to decorate everything in the living room, and it was there when it was first built."

"It looks pretty good, I just added something," Qin Mu said, and walked around to the small red sandalwood coffee table in the living room and shook it twice.

The butler's heart was raised, and his eyes shook with Qin Mu for a long time. Seeing that Qin Mu closed his eyes and began to feel it, he asked tremblingly: "This table is the best red sandalwood..."

Honglian waved her hand to shut up. Qin Mu opened her eyes and turned to relieve her eyes. The honest monk ran over and helped Qin Mu turn the table upside down.

"There is nothing wrong with this?" The butler was very confused.

Qin Mu gestured for a moment, looked up and asked, "Do you have a knife?"

Relieved to shake his head, Qin Mu had to turn his eyes on the female butler.

"This... this table is very expensive..." The butler said only halfway, and heard a "boom". The monk let go of the monk, who used his fist to directly break a hole in the table. The veins on the butler's forehead all came out and screamed: "It's very expensive..."

But she couldn't call out next, because Qin Mu took out a small envelope from the broken hole.

Before Qin Mu could react, Honglian snatched it. The envelope contained only a small ring, which was black all over, like some special stone, and it actually shone with a cold and cold light.

Looking at the "gloves" on Honglian's hands, a strange coldness also hit the ring, but compared to the fragment just now, it was already much better and was still within Qin Mu's acceptance range.

"Is this a ghost weapon?" Qin Mu asked uncertainly. After all, this thing is much less powerful than the previous one.

"This... is half-finished." Honglian put the ring back in the envelope and said casually.

"This ghost weapon is divided into semi-finished products and finished products?"

"Of course, the spiritual weapon is still divided into domestic ones," Hong Lian said fiercely. This metaphor made Qin Mu sweat in his forehead. "This ghost weapon is naturally artificially cultivated, or formed naturally, and there is nothing strange about it."

"But Lin Gangsheng won't raise ghost weapons at his home, right?" Qin Mu was stunned and asked immediately: "What do he want ghost weapons to do? Ghost weapons can only be used in the hands of ghosts."

"Who said that?" Honglian glanced at Qin Mu: "Isn't the judge's pen in your hand a ghost weapon?"

"ah?"

"I haven't seen your family die and what happened?"

"Sister, I'm still single now..." Qin Mu looked at Honglian helplessly and said, "Where did the family be destroyed? Besides, the judge's pen is a tool to cut off life and death, and it is contaminated with a lot of yang energy. This... By the way, since it is a ghost weapon, it naturally has a lot of ghost power, but why am I okay?"

"Can't explain it?" Honglian looked at Qin Mu with a smile and said slowly: "This ghost weapon is not only for ghosts, but also for humans. You can see what it is for. The judge's pen is a ghost weapon in a certain sense, but not in a certain sense. If Mr. Lin is just an ordinary person, then the appearance of this ring is indeed strange. Haven't you noticed that the whole room has changed?"

Qin Mu closed his eyes and Honglian was talking about the facts. Before the excavation began, the entire living room was of the kind of ghostly spirit. There was something in the four corners of the room that was constantly emitting black air, forming a conveyor belt with the ring in the middle, and the continuous black air nourished the ring.

Moreover, this ring was not wrapped with a fire rat skin. In other words, it was just an ordinary ring earlier. The only explanation was that Mr. Lin was using a game to nourish a ghost ring, but why?

Now that the situation has been broken, the ghost energy in the other four corners of the room is straight upward, like four chimneys under Qin Mu's yin and yang eyes. Soon, he worked together to dig out the source of black gas in the four corners of the room.
Chapter completed!