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Just as Fang Zishu finished speaking, the eyes of the note next to him lit up, and the previously dispirited expression on his face disappeared, as if he had regained all of his spirit.

"Yin Residence?"

Fang Zishu turned his head to look at him, and in that instant, he saw what was going on in the man's mind. Black lines immediately covered his forehead.

"I'm telling you, you already have enough karma on your body. If you continue to break the rules, even if I stay by your side, I'm not sure what will happen to you. You have to know, the Heavenly Dao is clear …"

"Alright, alright, Zi Shu, what else can happen to me with you by my side? Besides, aren't we going to the Yellow River to find that God? As long as I can see it, I will transport it away, like you said."

The note stared at the attic in front of it with glowing eyes. From time to time, it would glance at the book beside it and tighten the golden circle around its neck.

"Besides, with this thing sealing my karma, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Although you said that, but …" With his personality, if he were to encounter such a place in vain, how could he not enter? However, he did not know if he could actually find the God Child during this trip, and if he allowed the Banner to continue to mess with him, he would encounter karma on his body, and the consequences would be …

"There are no buts. You have your Tao technique and I have my skills. The two of us are connected, so we can go to the Yin Residence. There's nothing to be afraid of. Let's go."

As he finished speaking, he pulled Fang Zishu's hand and walked towards the building.

The two of them stopped three meters away from the tower, right in front of them was the northern building's door. From the looks of it, it seemed like no one had touched the door for many years.

"Look, Zi Shu, the door is open. There is a path leading to the north gate facing the sky, respectfully welcoming the people in the sky. We are heaven's people, so why should we be afraid of those evil spirits?"

The cop pointed at the north gate with an imposing manner, as if he was pointing fingers at mountains and rivers. It was truly an extremely arrogant act. "In fact, he was feeling rather uneasy." This door? Why does it look so evil? "

Being pointed at by the note, Fang Zishu also looked towards the door. Although this door did not seem to be dangerous, Fang Zishu still felt a lingering fear; he did not know where it came from. In his heart, these places were taboo places, and strangers were not allowed to step foot inside.

However, from the point of view of the police, any haunted houses would have precious treasures on their side, as long as they could be exchanged for money.

"Sir, why don't we …"

Before Fang Zishu could finish his words, the note grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the door.

"Hey hey hey hey, slow down, I …"

The closer he got to the door, the more intense the feeling of unease Fang Zishu felt. His brows were so tightly knitted that cold sweat unconsciously flowed down his forehead.

He had been pampered since he was young. Although he talked about these things with a sense of truth, he had never had any contact with anyone. This was the difference between him and a police officer.

The police had been poor ever since they were young. In order to make a living, they had worked to dig graves. They had seen all sorts of things, not to mention a mere abode.

"Creak."

The ancient wooden door, after going through countless years of trials and tribulations, was finally pushed open at this moment.

An aura of desolation and corruption exuded from the pavilion and rushed towards the two of them. There was also an unknown smell mixed in with it. He did not know what it was.

A beam of light shone into the room from the door, illuminating the interior of the building. The two of them were the first to clearly see what was inside.

There were three chairs and a counter. There was nothing else in the room. There was a staircase leading up to the northwest corner. It was unknown what was going on above.

"Is this a small inn?"

The policeman's tone was uncertain. This did not seem to be the Yin Residence that he had imagined. However, he could only scratch his head and observe it.

On the other hand, Fang Zishu's face had turned pale the moment he stepped into the hotel. The light from the flashlight shone on his face, making him look completely devoid of face.

"What's wrong with you, Child?"

The officer standing next to him immediately noticed the abnormality of the recipe and hurriedly asked. Compared to Fang Zishu, his demeanor was more normal.

"Soul Suppressing Talisman!"

He raised his hand and pointed to a piece of paper on the floor in the middle of the hotel. It seemed to contain a piece of paper, but it had been covered by dust for a long time. It was only when the light from the flashlight passed by that the book noticed it.

"What is this Soul Suppressing Talisman? It seems to be very powerful." The police often did not understand these nouns that came out of Fang Zishu's mouth. After all, he was still considered to be half-baked.

"The so-called Soul Suppressing Talisman. A talisman used by major powers to seal inauspicious items. It often appears in the underworld, ancient tombs, murder scenes, or even the side of burial pits. I've seen this before in the books. To be honest, the Soul Suppressing Talisman is only in the legends. I don't know if that's true or not. "

Fang Zishu's face darkened. His thoughts had come true. The Soul Suppressing Talisman had already appeared. This was definitely not a good place, so he decided to leave as soon as possible.

"Sir, you …"

Just as he was about to say something, he found that the police had already entered the hotel. They were standing on a wooden board that had been worn out for who knows how many years, making creaking sounds.

The note squatted down next to the Soul Suppressing Talisman and shone its light on it. After carefully observing it, it completely forgot about the reminder from the book.

"An ominous object? A baneful creature? Sigh, Zishu, tell me, where the Soul Suppressing Talisman is located, would there be any treasure? "I have heard that all vicious creatures will be born with sacrificial artifacts. This sort of thing is worth quite a bit in the market. I only know of a boss who specializes in taking this sort of thing."

"As expected!" Fang Zishu was helpless as he held his forehead with one hand. After hearing these words, he could already guess the purpose of the note. Indeed, dogs still couldn't stop themselves from eating shit. Sooner or later, he would suffer a loss for this sort of shitty behavior.

"I don't know if there are any treasures, but this place is definitely not a good place. If you want to stay here, then stay. I'm going to set up a tent outside anyway."

Fang Zishu was a very cautious person. There was a saying, the more one knew, the less afraid one would be, just like this. Fang Zishu knew a lot about the talismans, and one of them was the one that caused people to be most afraid.

That was, those vicious spirits that were suppressed by the Soul Suppressing Talisman wouldn't die even after a thousand years. They transformed into Yin and entered the spiritual world, passing through people on their own. Once the vicious spirit appeared, there would be a living person to take its life for it.

"Sizzle …"

The sound of paper being torn apart came from behind him.