Celestial masters don't count

Lu Xiujue left, and he was left standing alone on the empty corridor on the fourth floor. Mao Jiu, who was used to facing such situations, felt a little lonely at this moment.Shaking her head, shaking those unnecessary thoughts out of her head, Mao Jiu strode forward.

Because Lu Xiujue had left, no one illuminated them.Mao Jiu's mobile phone can be illuminated, but he dismissed the idea after checking the battery.

He took out a fire talisman from his pocket, flicked it into the air, and instantly ignited it, illuminating the space within three inches of his body.The shape of the fire talisman is the same as that of an ordinary stretched yellow talisman, except that it floats in mid-air with burning fire.It takes a lot of effort to draw it as a lighting, but Mao Jiu is most proficient in drawing fire talismans.The reason is that when Mao Lao wanted to save electricity when he was young, he asked Mao Jiu to draw fire symbols for lighting all the time.Over time, his fire talisman is the best and fastest to draw, and usually a fire talisman can illuminate for an hour.

However, the fire talisman can only be used as lighting, and no matter how powerful it is, it cannot be used.

What Mao Jiu said to Jiang Liang before that he does not know how to control fire is not a lie.He really can't, even if the fire talisman can spontaneously ignite, it is only with the help of the power of the talisman.It is still not possible to drive fire and control fire that comes from foreign objects and really comes from oneself.

Walk forward and observe as you go.This pigeon building is built in a zigzag shape, forming a patio in the middle.There are stairs to the door from the green space outside, but there is actually another door, and the door leading to the patio is the place to go out from that door.

The hallway is very dark, because of the construction and because of this, the moon has shifted a little bit, so the moonlight can't come in.But the opposite side of the fourth floor was very clearly illuminated, and the pale moonlight illuminated the small doors of those small rooms very clearly.

Mao Jiu didn't notice it just now in the corridor, but now as soon as he walked out, he found that the opposite door was red, as red as blood.Rows of people standing silently, as if they were silent, followed his movement and their eyes followed.

Mao Jiu looked away after taking a look, and stopped suddenly after taking two or three steps forward.

wrong!

Pigeon House has been unoccupied for several years, weeds are overgrown outside, the iron door is rusted, and the green paint is falling off, but the door opposite is as bright red as if splashed with blood.No one has lived in it for so many years, so how come the paint hasn't peeled off?Unless there had been a murder here, a murder far worse than he had imagined.

When Mao Jiu reached the fourth floor, he could feel the strong Yin Qi, which meant that there were some evil things here, but that was all.He didn't know how many evil things there were, how ferocious they were, what happened, and what caused this place to become so evil.

He stayed here only because there were ghosts on the fourth floor.From the outside, this Pigeon Building is dilapidated, and it can be seen that it has not been inhabited for at least seven or eight years, so those things on the fourth floor have been trapped here for seven or eight years.If no one can save them, they will be trapped until they disappear.

But ghosts will not disappear, but will be produced batch after batch.The reason is simple, the original ghost disappeared, but the innocent people who broke in by mistake would still be killed.

There are ghosts and evil spirits on the fourth floor.Yin spirits don't hurt people, but evil spirits do.Yin spirits have no intelligence and will be driven to become tools to harm others.

This is why Mao Jiu insisted on staying on the fourth floor.

Using the Fire Talisman to light up the corridor, I looked for the nearest room.The firelight illuminated the door in front of it. The door was also red, with red paint on it, but now the paint was peeling off.Piece by piece, scar-like, mottled.

Mao Jiu frowned, kicked the door open, and fell to the ground with a bang, smoke billowing instantly.Walking inside, the fire talisman illuminated the room. This is a two-bedroom, one living room of less than 50 square meters, very narrow and small.A table, a sofa, and a TV cabinet are all set in the living room.

There is a TV on the TV cabinet, the previous model with a big belly, covered with dust.There is a rice cooker on the table, as well as several plates, bowls and chopsticks, all of which are black dirty things, like old mold.Mao Jiu noticed that chopsticks were scattered on the tables and on the floor, and there was also a broken plate.Looking back, there are still magazines spread out on the sofa, although the magazines are very worn out and have been eaten by mice.

These signs all show that the people who lived here at that time were still living, defenseless, repeating the ordinary and warm life as before.

Mao Jiu used the fire talisman to illuminate the sky above the dining table, and he could indeed see large black lumps on the chairs, floor, and walls. He guessed that they should be blood clots that had coagulated.Most of the black piece on the sofa was also bloodstained.

The fact that such a large area of ​​bloodstains were produced, and the amount was large, indicated that many people were killed, and the weapons used to kill them were probably axes and machetes.And the people who were killed at the time were largely unaware, but——

Mao Jiu felt strange again, even if he didn't notice it, he wouldn't run away when he saw the murderer again.Sitting still, waiting to be killed?

It’s ridiculous.

No wonder he thought so, because the blood was too concentrated, especially on the dining table and sofa where people would sit.It is estimated that some people were lying on the sofa reading magazines, and some people were eating at the dinner table. The murderer broke in and killed them.And they didn't resist, or rather, forgot to resist?

Mao Jiu exited this room and looked at several rooms, almost in a similar situation.Some reacted and ran away, but the room was too small, basically no one could escape when the murderer blocked the door.So someone ran into the bathroom and bedroom and locked the doors.But the door lock was chopped off, and the mark was caused by an axe.

After looking at five or six rooms in a row, it was the same situation. Mao Jiu stood in the corridor and looked at the courtyard, feeling a little stuffy in his chest.He could imagine that the entire fourth floor was in a similar situation, which meant that it wasn't the people in one or two rooms that had the accident, but the people on the entire fourth floor.

There are about nine rooms on the front and back sides of a floor, only eight rooms on the left and right sides, and 34 rooms on the four sides.

Assuming that only three people lived in a room, nearly a hundred people were killed here.Regarding the murder case seven or eight years ago, he followed his master to the imperial capital at that time, and he didn't hear a single word of it.This shows that the murder was man-made.

Nowadays, there are ghosts hiding in the fourth floor, as well as evil spirits.He stepped in, and probably wouldn't be able to get out unless the matter was settled.The things inside will not let him go. Although the ghosts are harmless, they have died miserably and been trapped for a long time, desperately longing for redemption.

Lonely ghosts can't last long, they will slowly dissipate in the world, just like people, they exist objectively but still experience life and death.It's just that ghosts die faster, and once they disappear, they will be dissipated.

Because no one pays homage to them, and no one cares about them, they are different from ghosts who have passed away and have a tombstone with descendants to worship.When the yin life is exhausted, they will be reincarnated. The lonely souls and wild ghosts are very miserable.

Those who don't want to disappear will become evil spirits, killing people, killing people continuously, in order to gain the power of existence.This is another way to gain strength based on faith.

Alas, so the matter of gods and ghosts is too mysterious.Although he has the most contact with ghosts, he still has only a half-knowledge of ghosts, far less thorough than his master.

Mao Jiu found something wrong in the room here, but not a single ghost found it.Impossibly clean, the anomaly oozes weirdness and danger.His eyes fell on the opposite iron gates, which were bathed in moonlight, as gorgeous as blood, and he walked over.

Because the building structure is zigzag, you can only walk through the end of the corridor to go to the opposite side.Mao Jiu turned around and walked back, hesitating for a while when passing the stairs, and then continued walking.There are four stairways in this pigeon building, and each side of each floor has a stairway at both ends.

The closer you get to the opposite side, the colder the place becomes.The silent silence became more and more obvious, and the sound of footsteps was very clear, which made Mao Jiu clearly aware that there might be many things watching him hidden on the whole floor, but he was the only living person.

I don't know what's going on, but when I look at this side from the opposite side, the moonlight is shining here, very bright.When I got closer, I realized that it was very dark.It seemed that the bright, blood-red door I saw before was an illusion.

Mao Jiu stepped on the corridor of this building with a row of blood-red doors. As soon as her hind feet landed, the scene before her eyes distorted, blurred, and disappeared.Taking a closer look, I found that I was already in a strange place. It was still the original pigeon building, but the original fourth floor became brighter and cleaner.

Still somewhat old, but not shabby.The moonlight seemed to fall on the nave, and the entire fourth floor was illuminated.The corridors, houses, and walls are free from dirt and are much cleaner, but they are still as quiet, dead silent.

The doors of the 34 rooms on the fourth floor all turned blood red, as if they were still oozing blood. The layers of bedding kept bright blood red, full of ominousness.

No.Not as if.Indeed, there was a steady stream of blood pouring up, re-staining blood red to the rapidly fading door.If you don't look carefully, you will think that the color is too bright, and the reflection creates the illusion of flow.And actually it is fluid.

With the flow of blood, the entire fourth floor seemed to come alive, roaring, struggling, moaning, extremely painful sounds.

Those voices came from the room, including men and women, adults, children, and adults. Those moans of pain gradually turned into screams, and all of them gathered together to intertwine and mingle, forming an extremely piercing shriek. Call.The screams were mixed with laughter.

The sound plus the visual stimulation seemed to make the entire space on the fourth floor start to distort, and the chaotic sounds screamed into the brain, and the pain seemed to explode.

Mao Jiu covered his ears, the sharp voice continued to penetrate into his head, the pain was so painful that he almost wanted to jump off and die.With trembling fingers, he tried to take out a yellow talisman from his pocket to seal his hearing, but his head hurt too much.

It was not out of the question that those voices were trying to smash his brains.He already felt that if he continued to listen, his facial features would ooze blood.

As soon as Mao Jiufu lowered his head, he suddenly noticed a cold and smelly wind blowing from behind him, so he rolled over to hide.Because the attacking thing was too fast, he couldn't see it clearly, but he could see a fist-sized hole in the wall.

If he hadn't ducked, the thing would have burrowed a hole straight out of his belly.

Just as Mao Jiu wanted to stand up, he found that his legs had no strength. Because his mind had already started to blur, his vision was a little blurred.His hands trembled like he had Parkinson's syndrome, completely uncontrollable.With a ruthless heart, he bit the tip of his tongue directly, and the sweet blood spread in his mouth, and the tingling pain made his stimulated head sober for a moment.

He hurriedly took out the yellow talisman from his pocket, but found that the yellow talisman turned black and gray instantly when he opened his palm.Mao Jiu couldn't hold back: "Fuck!"

The next moment, a pair of hands stretched out from behind and covered his ears.

Mao Jiu was startled and was about to attack.The other party leaned forward, wrapped around his neck so close that it was almost close to his eyes: "It's me."

Lu Xiujue.

It's him?

Mao Jiu was surprised, and dropped her defensive posture.At this moment, he suddenly found that the weird scream was blocked by something, and it couldn't reach his ears. His head, which was tortured by calling the police, finally relaxed.He noticed that Lu Xiujue's hands were covering his ears... What kind of magical technique is this?

Mao Jiu blinked her black eyes and asked Lu Xiujue silently.

Lu Xiujue pulled his lips coldly, and didn't intend to answer his question, but instead spared no effort to seize the opportunity to mock him.

"It turns out that your brain still hurts—no, it should be because you still have a brain!"

The corners of Mao Jiu's lips twitched stiffly, and she remained silent.People saved him now, so it is not easy to offend him.

However, her ears were blocked, so she couldn't hear the scream but could still hear Lu Xiujue's voice clearly.What kind of magical operation is this?

Mao Jiu stared at Lu Xiujue with a full face of wonder.

"What are you looking at me for? Shut up that voice quickly."

Lu Xiujue raised his hand a little sorely, and his tone was impatient.In fact, Mao Jiu's eyes are very useful in his heart.

Mao Jiu clasped his palms together, his little finger, ring finger, and middle finger folded down, and his index finger and thumb put together a very strange gesture.He muttered a few incantations in his mouth, and then yelled loudly towards the courtyard: "Break!"

Evil obstacles are swept away, and all evils are avoided.The screeching sound became sharper in an instant, but it receded like a tide, and soon became quiet.

This is a ghost domain, and Mao Jiu knew it was a ghost domain as soon as he stepped in.This ghost domain is different from the one I encountered in the hotel. There are countless evil spirits here, extremely vicious.

Without the sharp voice, Mao Jiu's head didn't hurt anymore.But Lu Xiujue's hand didn't move away from his ear, and his whole body was pressed against his back... a little hot.

Mao Jiu reminded softly, "Well...Mr. Lu, can you let go of your hand?"

Lu Xiujue let go of his hand calmly, and backed away without hesitation, and looked at him covering his ears without distraction, without any other charming thoughts.After he backed away, he stood aside and flicked his wrist.

Mao Jiu secretly glanced at Lu Xiujue's indifferent side face, and found that the other party was very calm and nothing unusual.My heart sank, and I turned my face to look at it openly.

"Mr. Lu, why are you here?"

Lu Xiujue said, "I came after that corpse cat."

"The corpse cat came here?" Mao Jiu took out his phone to check, and found that the red dot's trajectory was a bit strange.It suddenly occurred to him that they were now in the ghost domain, a place where all the magnetic fields were disrupted.Although the mobile phone has been modified, it still needs a signal.

"Well. Didn't they attack you just now?"

The thing that came out of the hole just now?

Lu Xiujue fell silent, observing the rows of rooms on the fourth floor that seemed to lead to hell.

In fact, it was half and half of the reason why the cat was chasing after the corpse cat. At that time, when he was halfway there, he became more and more angry as he walked, feeling that Mao Jiu couldn't figure it out.But as he walked, his anger turned into worry. He thought to himself that Mao Jiu was so confused, he must have a bad mind.What should I do if my brain is not good enough to be bullied by those cunning things?Definitely going to cry.

Thinking about it then, the Sixth Young Master rushed over in a hurry, even if he came, he would find an excuse awkwardly.It just so happened that the corpse cat appeared and wanted to attack him, and of course Liu Shao would not let it go when he found such a good excuse.After chasing the corpse cat, he went to the haunted domain, and as soon as he entered, he saw Mao Jiu being bullied.

Being bullied, of course I feel distressed and angry.However, Lu Liushao has always been rough-natured, he only felt angry, but he had to abide by the agreement not to make a move.So cover Mao Jiu's ears and let him break through the maze of ghostly screams by himself.

Probably this is the shortcoming of not having a relationship.

If he had been in love, experienced many battles and so on, Lu Liushao would probably find that his distress was far greater than his anger, and he would find that his mind towards Mao Jiu had changed.In this way, once he realizes his thoughts, he will be busy chasing after him, maybe he has already caught up with him.

Why now—

"What did I say? Don't mind your own business, you won't listen. If there is no me at this moment, you will be accomplices with them directly. "

——I have never been in love.

Mao Jiu's face was dark, but for the sake of the other party's saving her, she reluctantly refused to fight against the other party.

"Mr. Lu, did you grow up in the imperial capital?"

"how?"

"Do you know what happened here before?"

"do not know."

"Ok?"

"If I'm not mistaken, what happened here should have happened seven or eight years ago. At that time, I was busy—busy studying. I was not in the imperial capital and ran out."

Mao Jiu was a little disappointed. He thought he would hear some useful information from Lu Xiujue.Who knows he doesn't know either.

Lu Xiujue said: "I don't know, it doesn't mean I don't know now, the truth will always be found out."

Mao Jiu listlessly said, "Oh."

Seeing him like that, Lu Xiujue wanted to water him, or turn into the sun to give him some sunshine.In short, I just want to make the other party more lively, um...it doesn't matter if it's more aggressive.It's not happy to look at this listless look.

"It suddenly occurred to me that there had indeed been murders here before. Everyone on the fourth floor must have died."

Mao Jiu raised her head suddenly: "Do you remember?"

Lu Xiujue subconsciously tried to recall the incident. It was when the servants were packing up old newspapers when he ran out and hadn't joined the army.At that time, a newspaper about a tragic accident was stacked on the top. He was interested in these at that time, and thought of running over to check Feng Shui.But in the end it didn't work out, but I also learned the whole story from the servant.

"There are hundreds of people, both men and women. The oldest is over 90, and the youngest is a two- or three-year-old child. They were all hacked to death, because they lived in the Pigeon Building, and there were so many people here. It was full of people. So when the accident happened, people on other floors said they thought it was a kid joking, so they didn’t come out to see it. When they found out that something was wrong, the murderer had hacked to death the people on the entire floor, and finally found it in his own room. cut off his own neck with an ax."

The murderer is dead, and the murder will come to an end.Because there is really no way to pursue it, this matter is quite a sensation, but it was suppressed not long after, and it is not very well-known.The residents who originally lived here moved out one after another, and the people on the entire floor died. Who would dare to live here?

There are also some people whose economic conditions are not good, and they feel that there are no taboos, so they live there.Unexpectedly, it was still haunted and dead.People were so frightened that they moved away, the place was sealed off, and the surrounding area was also deserted.No one dared to come.

After all, it was the place where hundreds of people were killed in vain, and there was a murderer who hacked to death hundreds of people and finally himself.This is no longer a matter of people needing to fear and believe that there will be no ghosts, but that the ghosts themselves have the ability to harm people.

In the early years, ghosts could kill people.Later, it became more and more desolate, and the ghosts were trapped here and gradually twisted, and began to thirst for blood.

Mao Jiu made some miscalculations. He originally thought that there should be less than a few dozen Yinlings of the Hundred Hundreds left.Because Yin spirits will disappear, they don't exist for long.But he didn't know that the more than 100 people who were killed back then turned into ghosts and were all trapped here, day after day, year after year.

Mao Jiu noticed the last word in Lu Xiujue's words: "The murderer has a house here? Is he also a resident here?"

"Ah."

"Who is the murderer?"

"He's a young man under twenty."

Mao Jiu was startled: "What's going on?"

Lu Xiujue shook his head: "I don't know. No one knows why the young man suddenly went crazy and murdered. According to the residents on other floors at that time, the young man was quite withdrawn and dumb, but he was kind. He often helped others, and he would help when someone was in trouble. At that time His family also had parents and a younger brother who was fourteen years old, and the young man killed them too."

He killed his father, his mother, his brother, and even his neighbors.But he is a lonely and kind person.Suddenly went crazy and killed someone... "Does he have a history of mental illness?"

Lu Xiujue didn't know, and he didn't know much.However, he said: "Even if there is a history of mental illness, there should be a warning. I wouldn't say that I didn't have any previous episodes and didn't hurt others, but suddenly killed everyone. And he killed people, why didn't anyone resist?"

"Maybe you trust him too much? Isn't he a good man?"

"So what about good people? When you see someone trying to kill you, don't you run away or try to stop that person? There will always be a dozen strong men in a hundred people, and they can't deal with a young man under twenty?"

Mao Jiu agreed, and then frowned: "Then why did he kill people?"

Raising her eyes, Mao Jiu looked at the blood-red doors in front of her, maybe the answer could be found inside.