Buried fire

Lu Huanyi still doesn't know that Yin Zhuzhen regards himself as an uncle.

He stood at the door of 204 and did not rush in.Because he couldn't feel the yin energy for some reason, he couldn't judge whether the other party was stronger or weaker than him. Although the ghost vegetable he caught last night looked like something, he had to be more cautious when he arrived at the scene of the crime.

A gust of wind came from nowhere at the entrance of the corridor, blowing up the dust in the house. Lu Huanyi took a step back, covered his nose and looked around the house.

From his point of view, he could just see the tattered sofa that had been cut by a knife. The cotton in the pillow on the sofa was dragged out a lot, and there were some dead bodies of spiders and bugs on it. The walls and ceiling were as the boss said. , splattered with blood, the blood has long dried and turned black, exuding a disgusting smell.

Lu Huanyi's fingertips tapped lightly on his trousers, and the ball of fire on the left front rushed into the room immediately, shining a dazzling light, illuminating the room as brightly as day, but the strange thing is that he didn't hear any sound, The inside of the house is just a look that has been abandoned for a long time, with dust and spiders everywhere.

"Strange." Lu Huanyi frowned, and was about to walk in, when suddenly there was the sound of a chainsaw cutting a wooden board inside the house. The series of movements made the house tremble a little, and Lu Huanyi was stunned for a moment, thinking it was an earthquake , Turning around, a woman stood behind him for an unknown how long.

It was the woman wearing the black bracelet that I had seen during the day.

Lu Huanyi took a breath, he didn't notice the woman's arrival at all.

"...It's them," the woman's voice was a little hoarse, vague as if there was something in her mouth, and she could barely hear it clearly, "Kill me."

"What?" Lu Huanyi had already clenched the yellow paper in his pocket, and asked after hearing the woman speak.

"They killed me," the woman looked up at Lu Huanyi, a hint of red appeared in her lifeless, dark eyes, "They killed me."

Before Lu Huanyi could reply, the sound of the chainsaw pulling the wooden boards stopped, followed by human voices, TV sound, and a child crying in the inner room. The woman tilted her head, her eyes wandering looked into the house.

Lu Huanyi turned his head, and the house turned into a peaceful appearance. The scene of dilapidated ruins just now seemed to be his hallucination, but he knew that this was the hallucination.

The talisman paper that I used for lighting was still glowing directly above the living room.

There are enough ghosts here to create a single hallucination to trap people here.

Lu Huanyi had a headache.This ghost is not easy to deal with.

Before he could think about it, the man sitting in the living room watching TV suddenly threw the remote control to the ground, turned his head and yelled at the kitchen: "What the hell are you doing, you can't hear your son crying so loudly!?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a rush of running in the kitchen. A thin woman ran out of the kitchen while wiping her hands with her apron. She didn't complain about the man's yelling, and even picked up the remote control that the man dropped on the ground. The utensils were carefully placed back on the coffee table, and then quickly walked into the bedroom in the back room.

The female ghost behind Lu Huanyi walked over, stood at the door of the bedroom and looked back at Lu Huanyi, motioning him to follow her.

Lu Huanyi frowned, and really followed.

The little boy in the bedroom was tugging at his clothes irritably. Seeing the woman walk in, he immediately howled and pierced her arm with the pen in his hand. The woman kept the boy in silence as if nothing had happened. The son hugged her in his arms, "Don't cry, mom is here."

"You're not my mother! You're a bitch, and even grandparents don't like you! Get lost!" The boy struggled, pulled out the nib, and wanted to stab the woman's face, but the woman's head tilted and he didn't let him pierce it. , the boy became even more angry, "You are a bitch, everyone doesn't like you, go to hell! Go to hell!"

The man also went from the living room to the bedroom, grabbed the woman's clothes with one hand and threw her against the wall, walked over and kicked her on the head a few times, "Why do I marry you when I marry you? You can't earn it! You fucking..."

Lu Huanyi saw a string of black bracelets on the woman's hands.

"They," the female ghost stood at the door, said hoarsely, "kill me."

The day-to-day violence from her husband, from her son, from her blood relatives, everything made her speechless, and she couldn't even scream.

I went to the police station to ask for help, and I went to the court to ask for a divorce. All I got were family relations, calm down and think about my son.

"So you killed them too," Lu Huanyi turned his face away and looked at the female ghost, "Right?"

The female ghost paused for a while, something seemed to flash in her dull eyes, and she said slowly, "I don't."

"You have," Lu Huanyi looked at her, "you killed your son and your husband."

After the voice fell, the surrounding scene suddenly distorted, and after the shock, another scene changed.

The woman put sleeping pills in the coffee and milk that her husband and son drank every day, and when they were asleep, picked up the kitchen machete.

The little boy's skin is the most fragile, and a long cut was made with a light swipe of the arm. Before the blood spread too much, she raised the knife and slashed hard at the boy's neck. He passed away permanently before he could even cry out too much, and it would take a while for the soul to discover his own death.

The woman sat on the side of the bed, looked down at the wound on her arm that was stabbed by the pen tip, picked up the knife and stabbed the boy's arm with the tip of the knife, each time was very hard, and there were even a few knife strikes. The point was embedded in the mattress, and the woman pulled the knife out with great effort.

Then there is the husband who sleeps in the master bedroom.

After the woman chopped off his head, just like he threw the remote control, she threw it on the ground, the blood was splashed everywhere, the bed sheet was soaked in scarlet color, and the floor was full of blood before the woman let go. As if breathing a sigh of relief, he walked out with a knife in his hand.

She went into the bathroom, washed off the blood on her body, curled her hair with a curling iron, and then came out, walked into the master bedroom, opened the closet without looking sideways, and took out the dress that the men at the bottom of the box never let her wear. Went up, then locked both bedrooms, slept on the couch, woke up early the next day, made a big breakfast.

Her husband and son were not sitting at the dining table. She looked at the two empty seats and thought for a long time, then picked up the landline in the living room and dialed her husband's number. The woman didn't seem to notice, and said softly: "My husband, when are you coming back? I made a lot of delicious food at home..."

Do you want to come back for dinner?

No one will respond to her words.

Just like she couldn't scream no matter what, no one would answer her again.

After three days like this, it played like a revolving lantern in front of Lu Huanyi's eyes. The woman would prepare a sumptuous meal and sit at the dining table every day. The portion is dumped, and then enters the next stage of trance.

Finally, late at night on the third day, the woman committed suicide.

Just when Lu Huanyi thought it was over, two ghosts crawled up from the woman's body, one was dull and the other was full of grinning.

There are two ghosts, one is the woman's own, and the other is the female ghost that Lu Huanyi caught yesterday.

It is impossible to accommodate two souls in a human body. This woman was taken away, and her body was taken away by a female ghost a long time ago, or...or at the moment when the woman decided to kill her husband and son.

"I don't want to kill them," the voice of the female ghost beside Lu Huanyi trembled, and the scene in front of her was shocked again. In a blink of an eye, they returned to the ruined house, "She has been in my ears... I hope I can kill them..."

"I noticed you on the first day you moved in. You are a Taoist priest, and your cultivation level is much higher than mine." The female ghost squatted down, and the black bracelet swayed gently on her wrist following her movements. , she suddenly covered her face and cried in pain, the tears that the ghost shed were blood red, and those blood red tears penetrated through the cracks in her fingers, with her somewhat sad and sad tone, "I don't want to kill people, But because she was infected with all kinds of sins and couldn't be reincarnated, can you help me?"

The reason why ghosts are trapped in the world, apart from their own obsessions, is because after killing someone, the resentment on the living person forms the strongest chain to lock them here. Unless someone saves them, they will die forever. They can still roam the world.

Lu Huanyi sighed.

"You said he went to catch ghosts? Where to catch them?" After Yan Chenyuan managed to figure out that Yin Zhu was the man Lu Huanyi picked up last time, he was startled by the man's next sentence and jumped up from the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Dushui, who was crossing his legs to tease the cat over there, was taken aback by him.

"Where to...? I don't know." Yin Zhu said, "He said this neighborhood is weird."

"... Fuck, isn't it weird? There is a ghost farm deep in that community, and there is more than one ghost!" Yan Chenyuan picked up Xiao Dushui's back collar and dragged him out. Xiao Dushui was caught by him Staggered, although he didn't say much, he still raised his middle finger at Yan Chenyuan, "He shouldn't feel any evil spirits when he lives there, how did he find out that there are ghosts?!"

There was no response from the other end of the phone, only the sound of impatience could be heard.

More than one ghost.

Ghost farm.

Yin Zhu flew downstairs almost instantly, his dark pupils flashed with a trace of gold, and his pupils slowly stood up. He turned his head and looked to the rear right. In the depths of the community, he seemed to be able to see many hazy figures. And rushed towards the deepest building.

Lu Huanyi.

Yin Zhu narrowed his eyes, tiny scales appeared on the back of his hand, he didn't think much, and rushed to the depths.

"Hey, don't cry," Lu Huanyi was a little at a loss, "Can't you help me? Oh, fuck it, what's the matter? Don't cry..."

"Really?" The female ghost raised her face, which was stained a bit hideously by blood-red tears.

"Really," Lu Huanyi rubbed his hands, then fumbled for something in his butt pocket, "Can you still go back on what you say?"

The female ghost laughed and said: "I promised the ghost, but if I go back on it, there will be no good end."

Lu Huanyi also smiled, "I know."