After leaving the antique shop, we continued walking in the night of Bianshan City.
After our walk, it was getting dark, so Yuan Ling and I decided to spend the night in a small hotel that looked clean and quiet.
The hotel is located at the corner of the street, with a quaint appearance and a strong local style.
When we walked in, we felt the atmosphere of the old times. The wooden stairs and the corridors decorated with oil paintings all revealed traces of history.
"It feels good here." Yuan Ling said softly. She looked around carefully, as if she was looking for something.
We had two rooms respectively.
My room is simply and warmly decorated, with wooden furniture exuding a light pine scent.
I finished washing and lay on the bed, ready to rest.
However, not long after I lay down, I heard a slight cry from next door.
The cry was low and sad, intermittent, as if it was filled with endless pain.
I frowned, but didn't pay much attention at first, thinking it was a neighbor's private matter.
But as time went by, the crying became more and more obvious, and seemed to be filled with some strange power, which made me shudder.
Unable to bear the constant crying, I got up and went downstairs to the front desk.
The boss is a middle-aged man who looks very kind.
"Boss, someone has been crying in the next room. Can you help me deal with it?" I asked.
After hearing this, the boss's face suddenly turned pale, with a hint of fear in his expression: "Sir, did you hear wrongly?
That room had not been occupied for a long time. "
I frowned: "I did hear it, the sound was very obvious."
Seeing my persistence, the boss hesitated and finally said: "A bad thing did happen in that house before. A young woman committed suicide there, so it is not open to the public.
But since then, there are often cries around in the middle of the night, and we have never seen anyone. "
Hearing this, my heart tightened.
This kind of thing is not unfamiliar to me, after all, I am also a Taoist.
The boss continued: "In order not to affect you, I am willing to refund half of your rent.
But please don't publicize this matter. It's not easy for our small hotel. "
I nodded to express my understanding.
That being the case, I decided to stay and see if I could find the source of the crying.
Back in the room, I closed my eyes, focused my mind, and tried to sense the weird crying next door.
As the night deepened, the surroundings seemed to become even quieter. Only the intermittent crying echoed in the air, like a lonely soul recounting her sorrow.
I opened my eyes, sat up in bed, and decided to investigate for myself.
I walked out of the room quietly and came to the door of the room where the crying came from.
The door was closed, and through the thin wooden door, the crying could be heard more clearly.
I reached out and knocked gently on the door, but there was no response.
The curiosity in my heart drove me, and I slowly opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a cold air rushed in. The room was cold and dark, with only a faint moonlight shining in from the window.
I walked into the room and looked around but didn't see anyone.
The cry seemed to echo in the empty room.
I walked slowly along the source of the crying and came to a corner of the room.
There was a bed there, and there seemed to be something on the bed.
I took a closer look and found that it was an old woman's dress. As she cried, the dress seemed to tremble slightly.
"Who is crying?" I asked softly, my voice echoing in the empty room.
Suddenly, the crying stopped, and then a slight voice sounded in my ears: "Help me..."
I looked around for the source of the sound, but still couldn't find anyone.
At this time, I felt a cold wind blowing from behind. I turned around quickly, but only saw an empty room.
I took a deep breath and decided to use the Taoist skills I had learned to sense the aura of the room.
I closed my eyes, silently recited the mantra in the Heavenly Master's Record, formed a seal with my hands, and focused my consciousness.
Slowly, I felt a weak but unstable spiritual energy fluctuating in the room.
As I concentrated, the aura gradually became clearer.
Suddenly, a vague figure of a woman appeared in front of me. She was wearing old clothes, with sadness and despair on her face.
I tried to communicate with her and asked, "Who are you? Why do you stay here?"
The woman's figure was swaying, as if she was trying to express something, but her voice was weak and vague, and I could only capture sporadic words: "I am unwilling... to be wronged..."
I gradually understood that this woman must have encountered some misfortune during her lifetime, which caused her soul to be unable to rest in peace.
I decided to help her and resolve the resentment in her heart so that she could be freed.
I took a deep breath, silently recited the incantation again, and prepared to perform a small-scale salvation ceremony.
I quickly arranged it, placed a few incense sticks, formed a circle, sat in it, and started the salvation ceremony.
I closed my eyes, formed a seal with my hands, and silently recited the salvation mantra in the Heavenly Master's Record in my heart.
The smoke of the incense rose slowly and filled the room. I felt that my consciousness was gradually connected with the aura of the female ghost.
However, at this moment, suddenly, I felt a strange breath floating outside the room.
First there was a dragging sound on the floor, like something slowly moving.
Then, bursts of grinding-like squeaking sounds were heard, harsh and creepy.
The temperature in the room dropped sharply, and a pungent stench filled the air.
I suddenly felt alarmed, and immediately stopped the salvation ceremony, stood up, and walked out the door.
I opened the door and saw that the corridor was empty, but there was a strange stain on the floor and a disgusting smell.
I covered my nose and was puzzled. What was going on?
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind me: "This hotel has been controlled by a powerful evil spirit!"
I was startled and turned around quickly.
It was Yuan Ling. She was standing at the other end of the corridor, her eyes fixed on the stains on the ground, her expression solemn.
"Yuan Ling, how do you know this?" I asked.
Without taking her eyes off the stain, Yuan Ling replied: "I felt something was wrong as soon as I entered this hotel.
There are no other guests here except us.
Also, I noticed that the boss had a strange odor, even though he covered it up with spices, I still smelled it. "
After hearing this, I felt even more alert.
If what Yuan Ling said is true, then this hotel may really have some unknown secret.
"Then what should we do now?" I asked.
Yuan Ling took a deep breath and said, "We need to investigate the truth about this hotel.
Maybe this is not just a female ghost problem, but there are other more dangerous existences. "
