Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Ding Mu glanced at it hastily, and found that this notebook was the diary of a clown.

The entire book is narrated in a sickly tone, except for moans and wild imaginations, you can roughly see the blackening process of the clown.

He was a staff member of this hotel at the beginning, responsible for performing shows for tourists, everyone looked down on him, he was the person with the lowest status in the entire hotel, as time passed, the exaggerated smile on his face was like a mask of his, It is worn on the face and cannot be removed or erased. Even if he is injured or has a broken leg, he can only wear that exaggerated and funny smile on his face, just like wearing a mask.

Later, he died, died in the mouth of a lion, he was bitten by the lion in the throat, and the throat was torn apart, the pain can be seen from his diary, when he thought he was freed At that time, he was resurrected, and the lion that killed him died and turned into a pile of logs.

Later, he got a pill from nowhere, which could immobilize the soul on non-living things after eating, but the making of this pill required life and blood.So, he used his unique ability to collude with ghosts and gods, gained the ability to split souls, and started killing two to three people in the hotel every other day. He was wearing this false "mask" again, but he couldn't take it off anymore—because he had no face at all, and his face left with his past.

He selected a woman as a tour guide and asked her to lure outsiders in. He sat on the roof of the hotel with a laugh and watched their ugliness. He turned the souls of the people he killed into lions and let them live in lions. , and invited the ghosts and gods he befriended to live in those corpses, deceiving Heze God, making Heze God think that the number of people here has always remained stable.

Until Ding Mu's tour group came here and killed him.

The last sentence in the clown's diary is: "Death is my release, but I am imprisoned in this useless body."

After stumbling through the diary, Ding Mu looked up at Guan Yi.

"How, did you find anything?" Guan Yi asked.

"So, the black air I saw is actually the soul of a person. When a person is seriously injured, the soul will be torn apart, flowing out like black air, entering the clown's body, or becoming his clone , or become a lion?" Ding Mu was a little puzzled, "So, what does he use to judge who is worthy of being his lion and who is worthy of being his clone?"

"Didn't you notice?" Guan Yi took the book, rummaged through it, and pointed to something to show him, "All the complete souls will become his lions, and those who have been tortured to death will become his lions." avatar."

Because the clown is a tortured person, he will have a sense of resonance when using the souls of these people, and he can use them better, which is why he chooses to torture and kill many people.

"He didn't mention Erdong Chen." Ding Mu said.

"I have been in the mountains since I was fourteen or fifteen years old, and I have never seen a ghost like that guy." Guan Yi thought of the ghost handprint that Er Dongchen grabbed on Ding Mu's hand. The handprint disappeared after leaving the mountain, as if never The same thing never happened, "Do you feel anything at the point where you got caught?"

"No, I don't feel anything." Ding Mu looked down, and moved his right hand, which was nimble and light. If Guan Yi hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have remembered that he had been caught with ghost fingerprints.

"That amulet of yours... Has anyone looked at it?" Guan Yi saw the little black rope tied around Ding Mu's neck, and thought of this.

"No, the monk who gave me the stone passed away long ago." Ding Mu took off the amulet and handed it to Guan Yi, "Look at this thing, why do I feel familiar?"

The stone still carried Ding Mu's body temperature, warmly seeping into Guan Yi's heart, making his heart tremble.

Guan Yi took the stone and didn't speak for a long time.That expression was so serious that Ding Mu felt a little guilty.

"You rock, why is the material of my knife a bit similar?" Guan Yi took the Kunlun cut off the shelf and pulled it out of the scabbard. The stern cold light and the sound of the blade touching the scabbard made Ding Mu nervous. trembling.

Guan Yi, who holds a knife in his hand, is dressed in black and black trousers, and has an aura that is exactly the same as that of Kunlun Qie.Ding Mu looked at the man in front of him, and felt that this man was as beautiful and aggressive as the knife in his hand.

Guan Yi lightly tapped the blade with his fingernails, and there were three "dang, clang, clang" sounds, echoing around the beam, buzzing bursts, and then he touched Ding Mu's amulet and the blade lightly, but the sound it made was not the golden sound just now. The sound is like the roar of a black dragon and the cry of a phoenix.

Ding Mu seemed to fall into a mysterious realm the moment the voice sounded - he seemed to have seen a black dragon tied to a tree by a black iron chain. bones.Faced with such unabashed scrutiny, the black dragon suddenly opened its giant eyes. Only the left eye was bright, and the right eye was dark, and the eyeballs were missing.

Ding Mu suddenly looked at Heilong, his mind was shocked, and he looked again, but he didn't see the scene just now, but Guan Yi's study.

The last image he saw flashed in his mind: the scales of the black dragon fell off and were incomplete, and its body was bound by a huge iron chain. The iron chain passed through its collarbone and trapped its claws. It was almost impossible to break free. , only one horn is left, and the other horn is flowing with golden light.

"What's wrong? What did you see?" Guan Yi asked with concern, shaking his hands in front of Ding Mu's eyes.

"I...seemed to see a dragon." Ding Mu recalled, but suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head, as if warning, he gasped in pain, and after the pain passed, he But I can't remember what I just saw.

"Are you all right? Does it matter?" Guan Yi reached out to support Ding Mu who was shaking.

"I don't remember, I can't remember anything." Ding Mu was a little distressed.

"It's okay, if you really can't remember it, then don't think about it." Guan Yi comforted, but his heart was not calm.

Dragon, dragon again.