Chapter 4 The Qijia Army

Several slumbering ghosts were directly awakened by Wei Yuan banging on the door.

Although they had become ghosts, they weren't fierce ghosts. The influence of their former lives remained. In fact, most ghosts lacked reason and followed the patterns formed by their habits in life. These rational wandering souls still retained the habit of sleeping and resting, especially after the fright they'd had today.

Now, they sat sleepily in front of Wei Yuan.

For some reason, they felt that this unfathomable man before them had acquired an aura that made them feel fearful and suppressed, making it difficult to resist his words. They could only stay obediently.

Wei Yuan casually used willow leaves dipped in water to open his eyes.

Then, he pulled up a stool, sat in front of the ghosts, and inquired about their causes of death and what they were good at.

The first was the bloated water ghost. After he answered, Wei Yuan looked at him, slightly surprised, and asked:

"So, you're saying that you were fishing alone at night, accidentally dozed off, and then fell into the water?"

"Yes."

"Since you were so sleepy, why didn't you go home earlier?"

"No, no, when you come out, you always have to catch something, how can you come back empty-handed? What are you talking about?"

"So, what did you catch in the end?"

".........I caught a corpse, my own. I pulled the face apart, and then I was startled. Only then did I realize that I had become a ghost. I was hooked by a rotten fishing net under the water and couldn't swim up."

The second, an older sister, was a painter gathering scenery who accidentally ingested pesticide and died, unable to be saved.

The two paper dolls were acquired from the descendants of a deceased old master. They were quite old and didn't have any particular skills, except that because their bodies were made of paper, they could sneak through cracks in doors to eavesdrop.

Finally, the yin object, an ancient-costumed man with a broken sword, was dozing off. Seeing Wei Yuan asking him, he instinctively straightened his back slightly, and then carefully said, "...My name, I don't quite remember, but I still remember serving under General Qi, and I also chopped down a few pirates. I don't know how, but I slept until now."

Qijia Army?

Wei Yuan was a little surprised.

That's a ghost that's hundreds of years old, and he hasn't become a ghost king like in the stories?

Thinking about it, he said, "So, you know swordsmanship?"

The man honestly replied, "Yes, broadsword, katana, spear, arquebus, I know a little."

His voice paused, and he quickly added:

"But it's just the crude martial arts of the military, you have to form a mandarin duck formation, can't compare with the generals."

"It's okay, knowing it is enough."

Wei Yuan put the waist tag in his pocket. Finally, he had an object that could use the ghost dispelling power.

Right now, fishing and painting can't exorcise demons.

He also learned from the ancients and clasped his fist in a salute to the Qijia Army swordsman ghost, saying:

"There is something I need your cooperation with, please."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

Wei Yuan's five fingers spread slightly, and then in front of the ghosts, a stream of light appeared in his right hand, and a translucent talisman appeared in his palm.

Wei Yuan felt a part of his indescribable power flowing away, and during the existence of the talisman, this power was still flowing away continuously. Not daring to delay, he flicked his wrist and placed the talisman on the brow of the swordsman ghost, who was shocked and dared not move, and whispered.

"Climbing the mountain, the stone splits, wearing a seal. Wearing a Huagai hat, stepping on Kui Gang."

"On the left, supporting the Six Jia, on the right, guarding the Six Ding, what god does not submit, what ghost dares to resist, command!"

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The [Ghost Expelling] divine power had taken effect.

Wei Yuan felt that the Qijia Army soldier's soul was residing in his right hand, under his control.

At the same time, an indescribable feeling emerged in his heart.

It was a sense of familiarity.

The mastery of cold weapon combat, and part of hot weapons, was not a skill that needed to be recalled, but an instinct directly integrated into the body, it was experience, the experience gained from surviving on the most brutal battlefield of an era.

He tried to familiarize himself with this feeling.

Thinking about it, he walked to the cabinet next to him and started rummaging.

This place had been haunted before, no, there really were ghosts. The previous three people who were in charge of the museum had bought Longquan swords online to ward off evil spirits. Although the fact proved that it was useless, the sword was still there, because this place was evil, they didn't dare to take the sword when they left.

It was an eight-sided Han sword.

Wei Yuan took out the sword, stood in the living room, and held the hilt.

He closed his eyes and meditated.

A familiar feeling emerged.

Wei Yuan had never been in contact with weapons, but now he naturally felt an evaluation of the sword in his heart.

It was good steel.

But not a good sword.

What a pity.

Wei Yuan exhaled a breath, dispelled distracting thoughts, held the sword, and tried to use the sword following that instinct and experience, chopping, stabbing, drawing an arc from bottom to top, parrying defense, stepping back to avoid, it was a simple battlefield swordsmanship, without many fancy parts, at first the speed was very slow, and there was still some unfamiliarity in the movements, but gradually he became more experienced, and the speed also slowly increased.

The water ghost next to him saw Wei Yuan's somewhat jerky and awkward swordsmanship, his face showed strangeness, and he whispered to the other wandering souls, commenting.

Wei Yuan didn't care, just tried to familiarize himself with that experience as much as possible.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a battlefield with corpses strewn across the field.

It was a high-altitude overlook, the most memorable experience of the Qijia Army remnant soul.

But the cruel blood evil aura that belonged exclusively to the cold weapon battlefield still shocked Wei Yuan's pupils to contract, and his spirit was dazed for a moment.

The illusion instantly disappeared and dissipated.

But it allowed the swordsmanship experience gained from [Ghost Expelling] to explode.

Wei Yuan was like being on the battlefield, with ferocious enemies in front of him, and suddenly took a step back, half-bowed, his back tensed, like a tightly drawn strong bow.

The muscles all over his body instantly exploded with strength, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand stabbed forward fiercely.

A strong and ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air.

When this simple and unadorned sword move of stabbing ended, the sword body made of patterned steel was still shaking.

The power to expel evil ghosts, the first type of usage of [Ghost Expelling], was entangled on the sword body and overflowed.

The whole house was much warmer.

A group of wandering souls stood on tiptoes, their backs against the wall, not daring to move at all.

The house was terrifyingly silent, only the low and solemn sword sounds slowly dissipated.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and after a long time, he exhaled a turbid breath, drew a line with his fingers, and a talisman appeared in the void, and then shattered, releasing the ghost dispelling method. The swordsman ghost appeared next to him, and the whole ghost looked a little dazed. Wei Yuan put away the sword. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that even if the [Ghost Expelling] was released, there was still some familiarity with the sword.

Although it couldn't compare with the soldiers who survived the battlefield, it was not something that ordinary enthusiasts could compare with.

The Qijia Army remnant soul was in a trance for a moment, had some premonition, and said, "Sir, you want to..."

Wei Yuan nodded and pointed to the red embroidered shoes, saying:

"This thing has come to our door, we have to deal with it."

He recalled the courtyard house he saw in his dream, and the antique and extremely real wooden building. He had an instinctive feeling that this wooden building was probably real. According to the stories in various strange tales, this kind of place must be useful for taking in female ghosts.

If you want to find a place, you can search online, but the speed will definitely be slow.

Besides, there is another way.

"You and I will report the case."

The water ghost was dumbfounded: "Call the police to catch ghosts? Can it work?"

Wei Yuan found a box to put away the red embroidered shoes and a strand of black hair he had cut off before, and said:

"With these, we should be able to try to persuade them to help find a place."

"If I'm not mistaken, the red embroidered shoes on the feet of the person who was killed before are gone."

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At this time.

A black car stopped in front of the Quanshi Police Department.