Chapter 27: Blood Red Files
Qin Feng smiled.
In the dimly lit archive room, the corners of his mouth curled up.
Taking a step, he moved step by step.
It hadn't occurred to me that this dirty thing actually had some intelligence, I wonder if it was a ghost or a haunting?
Ghosts, needless to say, are the souls of people left behind on earth after death, and are called ghosts.
Ghosts, on the other hand, are dirty things that are formed by some natural birth and have their own consciousness, and are called ghosts.
The archive room wasn't very big.
Qin Feng walked step by step, mobilizing his divine sense in his mind.
With his own cultivation, he could not yet sense this thing and could only search with the help of his divine sense.
The dim light inside the archive room looked a bit eerie.
Quietly, one by one, yellow and colorful kraft paper archive bags accumulated together, looking a bit old in this dim light.
Qin Feng walked and circled around the archive room and did not find anything unusual.
At once, Qin Feng was a bit puzzled.
Suddenly, a file shelf in front of him caught Qin Feng's attention.
This file shelf was near the window, the window was tightly closed with glass, but the file bags on the file shelf went a bit messy, as if someone had rummaged through them.
In the inconspicuous lower right corner, there was a file bag that caught Qin Feng's attention.
The file bags inside the archive room are all cowhide yellow, but this file bag is blood red, the lower right corner of the archive shelf, inside a stack of cowhide yellow file bags, revealing a little bit of blood red, although the light inside the archive room is a little dim, but in Qin Feng's eyes it is very conspicuous.
Divine sense operated.
Sure enough, a faint sinister aura shrouded around this blood-red file bag.
"Red file bag?" Qin Feng murmured, slightly puzzled.
A blood-red file bag hidden inside a large batch of cowhide yellow file bags was an abnormal thing in itself.
After a two-second pause, Qin Feng squatted down and drew out this red file bag.
"It's actually still able to hold back." The blood-red dossier bag was placed in his hand and actually didn't have any reaction, Qin Feng laughed.
"Still not coming out?" Qin Feng's internal breath revolved as he let out a low chortle.
An invisible wave erupted from Qin Feng's mouth.
Next, a bizarre scene appeared.
The blood-red archive bag that was grasped in Qin Feng's hand shook crazily.
The rebuke just now was a special secret technique in the Feng Shui world, a rebuke that mobilized the positive yang qi in the cultivator's body, and this secret technique had a great deal of power to harm things of yin.
This is just like, some people in the countryside in the evil, looking for the geomancer practice, the geomancer will roar, this method is also known as shock.
It only depended on the method and object of application.
At this moment, the file bag in Qin Feng's hand was shaking more and more.
A few seconds later, a puff of black smoke, appeared within this archive room.
A black figure slowly appeared in front of Qin Feng, and as soon as this black figure appeared, before it could take shape, it immediately hissed over towards Qin Feng.
A sharp and ear-piercing voice was transmitted within the archive room.
It was impossible to distinguish whether it was a male or female voice.
At the main entrance of the Archives Bureau, at the iron gate.
Shang Chengjun was a little anxious, the night in the capital city was a little cold, the temperature was a little low, Shang Chengjun tightened his jacket, for Qin Feng, this young man, Shang Chengjun still believed that the kind of tactics that he had done in his own home before, was definitely not something that an ordinary person would be able to perform.
In the capital city for so many years, the Shang family is also considered a bit of fame and influence, before in the mouth of the old man, also heard of such strange people and strange things, coupled with their own these years for the "I Ching" is also a bit interested in some research, for this kind of Chinese heritage for thousands of years of culture, more or less a bit of reverence.
Qin Feng went up for more than ten minutes, how long does it take to walk to the third floor? Shouldn't something happen, right?
Or was there really something dirty inside that archive room?
Can Qin Feng deal with it?
Standing here at the iron door, Shang Cheng Jun, his mind began to ruminate.
The anxiety in his heart also grew more and more.
This situation was normal, any ordinary person faced with such a thing would have similar thoughts.
"Shall we? Go up and take a look?" Shang Chengjun hesitated in his heart.
Just at this time, suddenly.
"Ah..."
A sharp hissing sound, passed out, from within the archive room on the third floor.
The sound was ear-piercing.
Shang Chengjun only felt that his entire scalp went numb and goosebumps rose all over his body.
He froze on the spot, and it took several seconds before he came back to his senses. Shang Chengjun froze, reacted, and without saying a word, he took a step and was ready to go upstairs.
"Don't go upstairs."
A low rebuke, like a thunderous sound, resounded in Shang Chengjun's mind.
This rebuke made Shang Chengjun freeze in place on the spot.
Inside the archive room.
Qin Feng looked at the mass of black gas aerosol in front of him.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Don't know how to die." Qin Feng made a move with one hand, a talisman appeared in the palm of his right hand, his left hand pointed at the sword, the breath in his body operated and the talisman activated in an instant.
At the same time, the divine sense in his mind controlled the energy that erupted from the talisman, a golden light that instantly enveloped the black aerosol.
When the golden light of the talisman enveloped the black aerosol, it was like sulfuric acid being poured on the ground, emitting a 'zip zip zip' sound. A gust of green smoke instantly rose up.
"Ah..."
Sharp and ear-piercing sounds were once again delivered.
Inside the entire archive room, ghastly winds rose in all directions, and furious yin and demonic aura filled out in the black aerosol.
Qin Feng retreated a few steps back and silently watched the changes in the scene before him without any expression.
After about three minutes, the black mist eventually dissipated into the air.
Only a blood-red archive bag was left on the floor of the archive room.
Qin Feng stood in place for almost a minute before he walked over and picked up this file bag on the ground.
It was clear in Qin Feng's mind that this black figure was not a spirit, but a ghost, and only a ghost that had just gained its own consciousness. Qin Feng knew that the things archived within the archive room were some past events of the past years, even including some special evidence.
And the pattern and feng shui aura of this archive bureau is a bit skewed towards the feng shui bureau of a yin mansion, with a ghostly tree in front of the door, blocking the yang qi, and very few people coming in on weekdays in this archive room on the third floor.
There is a lack of vitality, and yin qi is pervasive.
After a certain amount of accumulation, the yin and demonic gas gradually thickens, and the archive bag inside this archive room may have saved some special things, and in this environment, it produces ghosts and phantoms, and still has its own consciousness of ghosts and phantoms.
All of this needs chance and coincidence, heaven and earth to be able to form, in general, want to form this kind of situation, is very difficult.
Qin Feng looked at this file bag in his hand and pondered for a moment.
"What in the world is it that can actually form a conscious ghost in a thousand year old city like the capital city?"
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