Maoshan ghost hunter

Ye Shaoyang nodded, this is also a way, and by the way, he can also inquire about the history of this Seventh Grandma Temple.

So Manager Zhang went back to the construction site, drove a car, and took the three of them to a nearby resort. As dark as night.

Manager Zhang stood up and said, "It looks like it's going to rain. I have to go to the construction site to make arrangements for them to cover the materials and come over later." After speaking, he ran outside.

Ye Shaoyang said: "By the way, please let me know that everyone is not allowed to enter Seventh Grandma's Temple, even wandering around."

Manager Zhang took the order to leave and borrowed an umbrella from the shop owner. As soon as he left the resort, it started to rain heavily. The dirt road in this country made it impossible to drive when it rained. Manager Zhang had to walk, holding an umbrella, and trotting all the way.

Going back to the construction site from here, he happened to be passing by Grandma Seven Temple. Originally, he didn’t want to go there, but there was no road around. If he went back from the main road, he would have to walk for at least half an hour. Gritting his teeth, he set foot on the path.

When passing by Grandma Seven Temple, Manager Zhang instinctively glanced into the yard, and suddenly saw a person walking into the yard. I found out the man's attire: he was wearing green overalls and an orange hard hat.

Ordinary workers are dressed like this in yellow hard hats and blue overalls, except for the security inspectors.

There are not many security inspectors on the construction site, and there are only two on duty today. Manager Zhang shouted at the back of that person: "Is it Lao Cui or Lao Wang, don't go in!"

"I'll go in to shelter from the rain!" It was Lao Wang's voice.

"Come back, it's dangerous there!" Manager Zhang shouted anxiously, but there was no response from inside.

Manager Zhang was worried that he was in danger, so he gritted his teeth and came outside the courtyard gate. He watched Old Wang walk into the temple and stood facing the shattered statue.

"Old Wang, come out! Come out!" Manager Zhang yelled loudly, but the thunderstorm was too loud. He suspected that Lao Wang hadn't heard it, so he stood there motionless.

Manager Zhang struggled intensely in his heart, but in the end, his kindness outweighed his fear, and he ran up behind Old Wang and scolded him, "You are deaf, you can't hear me calling you, come with me." Go up and drag him sleeves.

Lao Wang was like standing on a pile, motionless, with one hand stretched out to his face, not knowing what he was doing.

Manager Zhang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He walked over slowly, looked at his face, and immediately stepped back a few steps in fright. He leaned against a pillar and looked at the extremely weird man in front of him Scene:

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Chapter 1 Who will make the shroud and who will peel the skin

A strong man with a height and weight of almost one hundred and eight, holding a lipstick in his hand, slowly painted it on his lips, his expression was intoxicated like a girl, this scene was extremely weird, the feeling in Manager Zhang's heart was not numb And nausea, but deep fear.

He immediately thought of the supernatural aspect, and believed that this matter was definitely related to the supernatural!

Thinking of running away, he took a deep breath and rushed towards the door, only to hear the door shut tightly with a bang.Manager Zhang slammed on the door hard, but the door, which was already decayed and didn't even have a lock, couldn't be opened no matter what.

Manager Zhang threw himself on the door, slid down, sat on the ground, and looked back in despair.

After the old Wang painted his mouth, he took out an eyebrow pencil and a small bronze mirror from nowhere, and traced his eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror. While tracing the eyebrows, he hummed a song, it was a woman's voice!

The content of the humming was not an ordinary pop song, but a folk song with the accent of Huangmei Opera. Manager Zhang could only vaguely hear a few words:...Enter the door, it’s dark, light the fire, light the lamp, look, who is there? People make shrouds, who wants to peel off the skin...

An extreme chill climbed up Manager Zhang's spine and spread all over his body, making his mouth dry and unable to scream, he even wanted to cry a little.

It may be that the light is not satisfactory, Lao Wang tilted his body, and the bronze mirror was facing Manager Zhang's face. In the bronze mirror, what he saw was not Lao Wang's face, nor himself, but a woman's face. His face was as white as a piece of paper, with two black eyes without whites open, and an eyebrow pencil raised in one hand, in line with Lao Wang's movements, carefully aiming at his eyebrows.There was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, he seemed to have found himself, glanced at him, his mouth was split open, and he smiled slightly, his mouth stretched all the way to the base of his ears, and a green liquid flowed out from between his teeth...

"Ghost, ghost..." Manager Zhang felt that he was out of breath. His survival instinct made him wave his hands, paddling on the ground, and crawling backwards until he reached the base of the wall. The dark space is a very hidden small room.

Manager Zhang didn't even think about it, and got in.

A pale light lit up from the room. Manager Zhang turned his head and looked at it. It was a very old oil lamp placed on a small mahogany table. At the moment, his whole mind was thinking about how to escape, and he didn't think about the oil lamp at all. Why would it light up by itself, close the door of the small room, move the table in a panic, and push it against the door.

There was a knock on the door, three light knocks, as if knocking on Manager Zhang's heart.He backed away slowly. At this time, a "creaking" sound came from a corner of the room. Manager Zhang turned his head and looked. In the corner of the room, there was an old-style bed with a thin Mosquito netting, blocking the front.Through the light, one could vaguely see a very thin person sitting up slowly.

The bed board made a creaking sound, and his and her bones also made a sound of coffee bouncing.

There were seven long nails inserted from top to bottom at the joints on both sides of the mosquito net. The person inside clasped his hands together and bowed to the seven nails. The top nail slid down automatically, and she bowed again. Another nail slipped...

Manager Zhang sat down on the ground, watching the last nail slide down, the mosquito net was lifted, a pair of withered and yellow hands stretched out, and slowly lifted the mosquito net.

A woman in a cheongsam sat by the bed, reached under the bed, took out a pair of embroidered shoes, and put them on her feet.Straight, black hair covered her face.The woman slowly found a wooden comb from the bed and began to comb her hair, revealing most of her face, which looked like a skeleton...

While combing her hair, she hummed the weird song that "Lao Wang" hummed before: "Light on the lamp, let's see, who is making the shroud, who is going to peel the skin, who is going to peel the skin..."

She slowly raised her hand and pointed at Manager Zhang.

At this moment, Manager Zhang's cell phone rang. He stretched out his weak fingers and took it out several times: he pressed the answer button, and all the fear in his heart turned into this miserable cry: "Help, help!" !!"

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder from behind. Manager Zhang suddenly turned his head, and saw a bloody grimace, with his mouth wide open, showing two rows of sharp teeth...

"Hey..." Manager Zhang made a strange sound in his throat. The tense nerves finally broke. He tilted his head to the side and stopped moving. The phone was still held by his ear, and a woman's voice came from the receiver. : "Manager Zhang, what's going on, where are you, Manager Zhang?"

With a grimace, he approached the phone and let out a giggling sound like a mouse.

"Ah!" Zhou Jingru threw away the phone, her face turned pale with fright, she was stunned for a few seconds, then turned her head to look at Ye Shaoyang, and said in a trembling voice: "I heard a woman laughing, it's such a scary voice, it's not like... ... are people!"

Ye Shaoyang frowned, hurriedly picked up the phone, and stuck it to his ear. The phone was still talking, but he didn't hear laughter. He only heard an erratic voice, which seemed to be humming a tune.

"Something went wrong, let's go!" Ye Shaoyang grabbed his backpack and ran out, when the rain almost stopped.The three of them ran towards the construction site along the muddy road.

"Shaoyang, where are you going?" Xie Yuqing said while running.

"Seven Grandma Temple!"

The two girls froze, and Zhou Jingru said nervously, "How do you know Manager Zhang is inside?"

"Whether you're here or not, you'll know when you go and have a look."

He ran into the Seventh Grandma Temple in one breath and found that the door of the temple was closed.Without hesitation, Ye Shaoyang pasted a magic talisman, felt a wave of Yin energy dissipate instantly, and the door creaked open.

Ye Shaoyang took out a fluorescent stick, put it on his wrist, turned around and said, "Be careful!" He stepped forward, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a shocking scene:

A man dressed as a worker was lying on his back on the ground with his mouth wide open, holding a pencil-like object in his hands and inserting it into his throat, with blood flowing all over his body.

Ye Shaoyang squatted down and checked it out. What killed him was not a pencil, but a woman's eyebrow pencil.

Not long after the person died, his body was still warm, so he cut his middle finger, drew blood on his forehead, drew a simple three-pronged rune, pressed his middle finger on the gate of ghosts, recited the incantation, and searched nearby ...

Half a minute later, he stood up with surprise in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Xie Yuqing asked hastily.

"I can't find its soul, it's not in the human world, and it didn't enter the underworld, so it was detained."

Xie Yuqing covered her mouth and looked at him in surprise.

"Brother Shaoyang, there is a door over there." Zhou Jingru pointed to the corner and said, Ye Shaoyang looked up, and there was a plaque outside the door opening. It is estimated that the door was blocked by the plaque before, and there is another room here.

Ye Shaoyang walked over and pushed open the door.

Xie Yuqing and Zhou Jingru followed closely behind, not daring to breathe.