death of mountain god

A moment later, a white SUV stopped in the dust. A yellow and white cordon was drawn in front of the hotel, and the normally transparent revolving glass doors were covered in dust.

The phone was always on. After a click, hurried footsteps came from the receiver, and there was no further sound. Cheng Wenzhe looked at the three words in the call for a long time, and finally confirmed that the click was the sound of the phone falling to the ground.

"How to get in?" Zhou Li pushed the glass door, as if it was stuck by something, and remained motionless.

Cheng Wenzhe pointed to the side door on the west side: "Will you take a look there?"

Zhou Li calmed down, stared at the lock in the crack of the door and said, "That one is also locked."

"Do you have anything...to pick a lock?"

Immediately, a bunch of billboards popped up in Zhou Li's mind. If you dial that row, you can get in touch with a professional lockpicker. What is the number?He hesitated for a moment: "Does any of you remember the lockpicking hotline in the small advertisement? Just a few phone numbers with seven or one?"

Chen Heng stared at him with a strange gaze for a while, then stretched out his index finger, the bones and flesh were slowly lignified, and a few seconds later, his index finger was completely covered by the roots of the plant, shaking flexibly in the air.

Zhou Li snapped his fingers: "Let's go."

Chen Heng carefully pushed the pin of the lock, and with a soft sound, he unscrewed the side door with relief.

Cheng Wenzhe led the way across the threshold, pointing to the stairs behind the screen: "Go this way."

The sun is shining brightly behind, but when you enter the door, it is cold and quiet, like a warehouse that has been abandoned for a long time has suddenly been burglarized, and there is an atmosphere of cold hospitality everywhere, the aisle is narrow, and there are three paintings on the wall, Matisse's The colors are lively and gentle, the wallpapers and tablecloths seem to have poured rose-red paint buckets, the orange-red human bodies dance hand in hand on the blue and green color blocks, and the eyebrows and eyes of the crooked young woman holding a fan are still innocent.

The red area of ​​the three paintings gradually decreased, and the temperature around him also gradually decreased. Zhou Li shuddered and hissed in disbelief: "Where are Fang Zhuoyan and the others? In summer, the temperature is only twenty degrees." Bar?"

Shen Yuntan held his hand: "Go upstairs, he should go to the rooftop, where the sun is out in the open, it should be scorched hot by the sun, right?"

"Why is it the rooftop?" Zhou Li kept walking, following Cheng Wenzhe's back step by step.

Shen Yuntan rubbed his cold left hand: "There is a high probability of the rooftop, where classic ghost stories take place."

At another corner of the stairs, Cheng Wenzhe stopped suddenly, bent down to pick up something, and then frowned: "His cell phone."

The screen is very strong. When it fell face down, only one corner was broken, which did not affect the use at all. Cheng Wenzhe stuffed the phone into his pocket, lifted his foot and continued to go up, and took out the yellow talisman with unknown side effects. , blocking in front of him extremely cautiously, for fear that something would jump out suddenly.

The scary thing about ghosts is that they are unpredictable. For example, when you sleep, you always feel that a white shadow with a strange accent will float out of the bed, and there may be another ghost lurking under the bed. Pull your hair with your fingernails. Cheng Wenzhe is behind Zhou Li. It is reasonable to say that there is no need to worry about the strong defense in the rear, but he is afraid that Zhou Li will also be plotted against by a ghost. When he turns around next time, Zhou Li may have already turned into a monster with green faces and fangs. .

With a sense of ups and downs of fear, Cheng Wenzhe's actions at the moment are funny like a monkey with agility, he has to take care of front, back, left, right, up and down, and a yellow talisman obviously can't meet his needs.

He looked at the talisman in Shen Yuntan's hand, drooling like a hungry traveler: "I said... Yuntan, can you divide me up and stick some self-defense talismans around me?"

Zhou Li looked at him with an indescribable expression: "Do you know what to do to stick amulets around your body?"

Chen Heng added: "Zombies and evil spirits can't be suppressed by one talisman, and they have to be suppressed in all directions. Up to four talismans are enough for the forehead, neck, limbs, and belly button. This kind of sticking method like a bath towel you requested , I think it's too wasteful."

"I see, this talisman was pasted on the ghost." Cheng Wenzhe realized that he regretted that he hadn't figured out how to use it. He turned over the thin talisman paper and observed it, and decided to ask clearly, "Is it a one-time use?" Is it?"

"Depending on the situation, if the ghosts are divided into grades A to F from strong to weak, it's useless to put a number of talismans on the A grade. It is estimated that the yellow talisman will spontaneously ignite if it doesn't touch it. One of the B grades can barely restrict it. C-level can completely restrain the action, and when it comes to F-level brats, you only need to pick up the talisman and get close to it to solve the problem."

It sounds like playing a game, the rules are the rules, will there be a Supreme Power Talisman that needs krypton gold?Cheng Wenzhe felt like a pop-up advertisement for a certain game: a knife and a dog at the beginning, and all upgrades depended on waves.

He shook his head, no, he had to face his miserable life: "Then... what level is the ghost?"

Chen Heng answered patiently: "Ghosts are a species, but individuals have diversity. According to Zhou Li, the grades of ghosts are probably distributed in grades C and D."

Zhou Li held on to the handrail of the stairs and climbed four or five floors. Finally, he saw the light at the end. The wooden door was wide open, and a lock was thrown on the ground. He pushed Cheng Wenzhe: "Go, why don't you go?" ?”

Cheng Wenzhe was still thinking about the ghost, when he was suddenly pushed, he shook his whole body, and patted the talisman in his hand on Zhou Li's forehead, like patting a ripe watermelon, the technique was very neat, Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, Forcibly resisted the blow.

Shen Yuntan took all precautions, but he didn't expect a self-disturbing person in the team, so he hurried over to support Zhou Li: "Why didn't you hide? Do you feel okay?"

Zhou Li spun around for a moment, his body swayed, and he touched Shen Yuntan's waist: "I feel a little weak."

Shen Yuntan took out a brown medicine bottle from nowhere, with a label on the outer wall: Anshen Tonic Liquid.

"Drink it, it may be a bit bitter, but you won't be weak after drinking it." Seeing that his eyes were clear and he still had the strength to wipe the oil, Shen Yuntan immediately knew that this person was fine, but it's always good to drink something.

"Soothe the nerves and nourish the brain? I think I'm pretty good. My parents praised me for being smart." Zhou Li's words were against his will. The most clear thing is that when I was a child, I was praised a few times when I won the Go game.

Shen Yuntan nodded: "This will make you smarter."

Alright, let's test the poison.The liquid was warm and tasted like licorice flakes, a bit more bitter, but acceptable. He took a few sips through the jagged straw, and the bottle was soon emptied.

Although Zhou Li didn't practice Iron Head Kungfu, he often faced young monks like two cows in his childhood. Naturally, his forehead was as hard as a stone. He swallowed the bitter taste left in his mouth, and rubbed his teeth to remove it. Huang Fu, who was drooling in front of his eyes, looked at Cheng Wenzhe unkindly.

"This is really embarrassing..." Cheng Wenzhe laughed a few times.

"I found that you are very talented in certain aspects." Zhou Li looked at him as expected and expressed doubts, and spit out the second half of the sentence: "For example, accidentally injuring a teammate, I recommend you to learn Tai Chi, such as wild horses splitting their manes, white cranes spreading their wings , maybe calm down a little."

"I will, thanks for the recommendation."

When Cheng Wenzhe was about to touch the edge of the door, he stopped suddenly, his face showed embarrassment, his lips moved slightly, as if he was extremely nervous: "Why don't Master Zhou go first?"

Zhou Li saw through it at a glance, and stuffed him with a talisman: "To be honest, we are timid, but we were even more timid after being slapped by you just now."

Sorry for the first time.

Accidents are prone to happen when people are in a hurry, and they finally made up their minds to stand at the door, choking on their own saliva, and when they stood still, they came out before they arrived: "Old Fang? Fang Zhuoyan?"

After seeing the situation outside, he was no longer so afraid. The white bricks on the ground were glaringly reflective. Cheng Wenzhe half-covered his eyes with the talisman paper. The moment he stepped into the rooftop, he suddenly found a strong direct light rushing towards his face. The temperature didn't change at all, it was even lower than in the cool room.

He shuddered: "What the hell kind of weather is this?"

Chen Heng looked around with a serious face. It was a sunny day and there was no wind, but the gravel on the ground suddenly moved. He squatted down and took a closer look. The roots that had just done a good job in picking the lock showed their heads, crawling along the white bricks like roots sprouting. Going forward, the gravel still dances like no one else, and even faintly expands.

"You're right, it's the ghost weather." Zhou Li spoke in a low voice, for fear of disturbing his companions who were doing dog-climbing observations at his feet.

Cheng Wenzhe almost wanted to slap himself.

"Do you have a gun? Shouldn't the police have a gun in their belt?"

"Thank you, I haven't touched a gun. I don't think there is even a gun in our department." Cheng Wenzhe didn't feel regretful, anyway, ghosts can't eat guns, so it's better to have this talisman in hand.

"That's right, you are generally not on the front line..." Zhou Li sighed, and just about to sneer a few more words, he suddenly stared at the rooftop for a long time without moving his eyes.

"Nonsense...fuck." Cheng Wenzhe also saw it.

It was a hand, tightly grasping the guardrail beside the roof, God knows how he turned over.

"Old Fang, don't let go, we'll go there right away."

Watching Cheng Wenzhe run over, Zhou Li frowned, this hand...is it Fang Zhuoyan?

Before he could think about it, he took out an extremely complicated spell, put it between his fingers, and murmured something in an unidentifiable language, more like a ritual in ancient times. Singing hymns praising heaven and earth.

Zhou Li closed his eyes slightly, the sun penetrated through a thin layer of eyelids, he felt that the whole world was red, like being in the viscous flowing lava under the earth's crust, a few drops of golden liquid splashed out, he felt that he saw purgatory, A black shadow came towards him, bowed his head and bowed his knees, obeying everything.

A series of unknown syllables continued to flow out of his mouth, his cheeks were flushed, his brows were tightly wrinkled, as if he was holding his breath, until finally he opened his eyes and uttered two Chinese characters: "Servant ghost."