Thriller Night Talk

"Dangdang!"

There was a loud bang, and gravel splashed everywhere.

The wall was thinner than Wei Fuyuan expected, and the cement was also brittle, and a piece the size of a bowl collapsed immediately.

He didn't continue, but jumped back warily in case something popped out of the wall.

Three seconds later, there was no movement.

Beiquan turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, and Yufable Yan took a photo towards the entrance of the cave.

Inside the cave is a space, not too deep, only about one meter, as if it can swallow light, when illuminated by a flashlight, only a vague shadow can be seen.

Wei Fuyuan took a step forward, knocked and pried again, and pushed hard towards the entrance of the cave.

The gap was quickly widened.

The two finally saw clearly what was behind the wall.

It was a small room with a length and width of almost two meters and a depth of only one meter.

In the center of the room was a small long altar table, and in the center of the table was a brass Guanyin statue.

This Bodhisattva statue is exquisitely carved, with a square and kind face, slightly drooping eyes, and a smile on the corner of his lips. He holds a poplar branch in one hand and makes a flower in the other hand. Even if he stayed in this dark secret room for 50 years, There were no rust stains, and the surface of the brass was as clean as new. Under the light of the flashlight, it even showed a bright luster similar to gold.

"It really is here..."

Wei Fuyuan stared at the Avalokitesvara statue with a dazed gaze.

It was obviously just an ordinary statue, which could only be regarded as an exquisite and beautiful handicraft at best, but when Wei Fuyuan saw it for the first time, he suddenly had a strange idea.

—I want it!

Wei Fuyuan heard a voice in his heart.

—I want it, get it now!

He unconsciously took a step forward and reached out his hand to the brass Guanyin statue.

"Little Wei!"

Beiquan patted Wei Fuyuan on the back.

Wei Fuyuan quickly came back to his senses.

"Fuck!"

He scolded, "What's the matter with this Guanyin statue? Hypnotism! How can you make people want to look at it?"

"really."

Beiquan nodded, "Because this is not an ordinary Guanyin statue."

He raised his chin towards the Guanyin statue, "Look carefully."

Wei Fuyuan knew what Beiquan meant, and held back for a while, wanting to open his still unskilled Celestial Eye.

However, at this moment, they suddenly heard a faint, "Crack——"

Beiquan raised his flashlight and pointed it directly at the Guanyin statue.

"Crack-"

Another sound.

In the flashlight, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan clearly saw that there was a gap in the drooping left eyelid of Guanyin.

The cracks are extremely small and subtle, and it is difficult to find without looking carefully.

But the sound of metal shattering did not stop at all.

Under the gaze of the two, the slit on the eyelid of Guanyin continues to expand and extend, crossing the entire left eye, the upper end penetrates to the thread-shaped crown, and the lower end reaches the corner of the lip.

"Crack!"

With a louder crackling sound than before, the face of the Avalokitesvara statue was split in two, cracked in two.

Immediately afterwards, a large mass of hair suddenly gushed out of the crack and hung down like a tangled snake, stretching out longer and longer until it dragged to the floor.

Wei Fuyuan took a deep breath.

This amount of hair is so much that it is completely unscientific!

Even if the brass Avalokitesvara statue is stuffed with hair, I'm afraid it must be compressed by vacuuming for this amount!

And in the next second, a chuckle suddenly came from nowhere.

【hey-hey. 】

The laughter was so childish that it sounded like it was coming from a little girl.

In the next second, a small hand stretched out from the Guanyin statue.

Then the second one.

Those two hands are very small, belonging to a child of six or seven years old at most.

But considering the opening of the brass Guanyin statue, these two hands are still too big, so big that it should have been impossible to squeeze through such a small gap.

Not to mention, in addition to the hands, there is so much hair stuffed into the Guanyin statue.

This scene was so horrifying and frightening that Wei Fuyuan felt goosebumps all over his body, and even the hairs on his neck stood on end.

[Hey, hey hey! 】

【Hee hee hee! 】

The little girl's laughter continued.

Two small hands scratched and pulled in the air, then grabbed the sides of the crack, and broke it left and right.

The hard brass was like a piece of paper, it was easily torn in two, split from the middle, half of it rolled off the altar, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan saw that there was a "person" squatting where the brass Avalokitesvara statue was originally placed.

The man was very small, about the height of five or six years old, without clothes, a messy and fluffy long hair hanging down to the ground, blocking most of its body, and the exposed hands and feet were so thin that only a handful of bones remained. His skin was even paler to blue, with no blood at all.

"I see."

Beiquan stared at the little girl squatting on the altar, and said in a deep voice:

"It turns out that the real body of 'Prisoner God' is a living ghost baby."

Wei Fuyuan really wanted to ask what a "living ghost baby" was, but he also knew that this was not a good time to get to the bottom of it.

He lifted his chin in the direction of the little girl and asked another more important question:

"Is this guy difficult to deal with?"

"It's hard."

Beiquan answered in seconds:

"Moreover, what we are facing now is not just a living ghost baby."

Just like what Bei Quan said, both of them saw that there was a large group of shadows on the little girl's shoulders—it was the ghost they hadn't found for a long time.

When he actually saw the ghost, Beiquan finally figured out the whole story.

The refining method of living ghost babies is somewhat similar to that of Nanyang raising little ghosts. The raw materials are all dead or unborn babies.

But unlike raising little ghosts, the essence of "living ghost babies" is to keep them "alive".

The "living" here refers to the use of secret techniques by the operator to create a "body" with a specific container, and seal the soul of a baby or fetus in it, so that it can maintain the immortality of three souls and seven souls. The state is equivalent to "living" all the time.

Such a ghost baby will be like an ignorant baby, absorbing knowledge from the surroundings, understanding the world, and growing up extremely slowly.

But ghost babies are not real babies after all.

They have the normal physical and emotional needs of babies, but they cannot get the response they long for. Therefore, the longer the living ghost babies are raised, the more they will understand, and the more they will feel at a loss and be at a loss for their own existence, and they are getting worse day by day. Emotions such as resentment, unwillingness, anger, and hatred gradually arise from distorted cognition.

More importantly, the only reason these live ghost babies were made was because they could serve their masters, and their strength was much stronger than ordinary little ghosts.

Therefore, live ghost babies are usually kept by the producers for their own use, or "gifted" to someone.

These living ghost babies will be driven by people, and when they meet greedy and vicious masters like Chen Dafa, in the process of constantly "doing things" for others, their blank minds will become more and more distorted, and there will be no distinction between good and evil at all. The concept of right and wrong, the innocent ignorance and cruelty of infants and young children, and the uncontrolled hostility will eventually turn them into a collection of negative emotions.

——It’s no wonder that the angry ghosts “abandoned” Jose and turned to the live ghost baby in the brass Avalokitesvara statue.

Beiquan thought so.

After all, compared with the living ghost baby who has accumulated so many negative emotions from its masters, José, who only killed one person and only wants a billion, is really not enough.

It’s like for a very hungry person, who would care about clear porridge mixed with dried radish when the delicious Manchu banquet is placed in front of them?

"Fu Guanyin", that is, the living ghost baby, has been kept in a secret room by Chen Dafa for 50 years. In order to prevent it from escaping, new buildings were added year after year until the mansion was turned into a maze.

However, Chen Dafa has recently suffered from cancer, and he is terminally ill, and will soon die.

So he left the mansion, traveled across the ocean, and went to Siam to ask the eminent monk for a way to save his life.

However, what Chen Dafa didn't know was that the baby living ghost would grow up, which meant that it knew how to think, and it would become smarter and smarter, and it would gradually become unwilling to be locked in a small secret room like this year after year inside.

It wants to be free.

During the time when the master was away from home, the baby ghost found a chance to "escape".

Bei Quan didn't know whether the baby ghost appeared to lure him or made a noise. Anyway, he asked someone in the house to open a hole for it in the wall of the secret room while Chen Dafa was away.

For a living ghost baby that has been raised by the masters for decades or even hundreds of years and is already strong enough, this small gap is enough.

But the living ghost baby didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, someone used a clock to block the breach in the wall, pretending that nothing happened.

The living ghost baby has changed from a prisoner who lost his freedom to a hunter hiding in the dark.

——A live ghost baby is difficult enough to deal with, now we need to add a hate ghost.

Beiquan frowned slightly.

"Little Wei."

He called Wei Fuyuan:

"Plan A, do you understand?"

Wei Fuyuan's expression froze, and he shivered.

Is the "Plan A" that Beiquan has worked so hard to arrange and must never be used until the end, finally coming in handy at this time?

【Hey, hey hey...】

【Hee hee hee……】

The little girl was still smiling, tilting her head while laughing.

[Wan... sha, sha...]

Its mouth uttered some syllables intermittently, as if it wanted to speak, but because it hadn't learned a language systematically, its pronunciation was ambiguous, and its enunciation was not coherent, just like a two-year-old baby learning to speak.

Wei Fuyuan put his hands on his coat.

【Wan, Wan...】

The little girl raised her head, revealing her true face hidden in her messy hair.

It is very thin, as if a piece of skin is directly covering the skull, its mouth and nose are blurred, only a pair of eyes are surprisingly big, and when looking at people, the eyeballs almost fall out of the sunken eye sockets.

This appearance has nothing to do with adjectives such as cute and beautiful, and it will only make people feel terrible.

The little girl muttered to herself, repeating intermittent syllables.

Because Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan couldn't understand what it was saying, the living ghost baby showed an obviously impatient look.

Then, like an angry toddler, she jumped and rushed towards Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan.

The author has something to say: the clever little friend guessed it right!

In addition, I finished my shift, and I will resume evening updates from this chapter _(:з」∠)_