The woman pulled me into the strange building.
"What is this place? Why is it so weird?" I asked doubtfully.
"People have died here before. I heard that the boss who developed this building also jumped to his death here, so the rent is very cheap." The woman smiled, leaned over and blew lightly at me.
The perfume smells delicious.
"Are you not afraid anymore?" the woman asked.
"What are you afraid of?" I laughed dryly.
The woman giggled, "That's right, you men, don't be afraid when you do this kind of thing."
After entering the interior of this strange building, I saw a dark corridor with rooms on both sides.
The woman pulled me forward. The lights in the corridor flickered on and off, and the surroundings were completely silent. Only the high heels on her feet made a "click-click" sound.
"Is there no one here?" I asked.
"There are a lot of them, but they either haven't come back yet, or they are locked up at home," the woman said.
Not long after, she stopped in front of a room, took the key, opened the door, and flicked on the light.
Pink lights immediately lit up in the room.
The room was only five or six square meters in size, with a small wooden table placed against the wall and a statue of a god enshrined on it.
There is also a bed with quilts and some women's clothes piled randomly on the bed. There are some garbage such as packaging bags scattered on the ground. There is an indescribable smell in the air.
The walls on all sides are covered with yellow paper, but what is drawn on these yellow papers is not a spell, but some kind of scripture.
"Come in, close the door." The woman said, lit three sticks of incense, placed them on the altar table, clasped her hands together, knelt down and prayed silently to the statue.
I saw that the statue looked like a woman, riding on a tiger, holding a lotus in her left hand, and a skull in her right hand. The image was quite strange.
Especially when illuminated by the pink light in this room, it looks even more gloomy.
"You come and say goodbye too." After the woman finished praying, she stood up and waved to me.
"Who is this?" I asked her.
When the woman heard this, her face suddenly changed, and she said angrily, "Who is this? This is the old lady Hong Ling who saves people in distress. You have to be respectful!"
After saying that, he knelt on the ground again, kowtowed to the statue several times, and then stood up again.
"Who is this old red spirit lady?" I asked puzzledly.
The woman's face softened for a moment and she said, "There is more suffering in the world than happiness. Old Mother Hongling is here to save us poor people and take us to the paradise."
Then he pointed to the statue and said, "Go and worship first. Mother Hongling will bless you."
"Forget it." I refused with a smile.
The woman didn't say anything more. She went over and took out a red-covered book, opened it and placed it on the altar table. She knelt down and read something in a low voice.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
The woman did not answer, but was reciting to herself, with a very pious expression. After a while, she stood up and said, "This is the Hongling Baojuan, the guidance given to us by Mother Hongling."
She took out an old-fashioned tape recorder from the bedside and loaded it with a tape. After a rustling sound, a strange chanting sound sounded in the room.
"Come on." The woman began to take off her clothes.
"Wait a minute." I called her.
The other party lay down on the bed and said, "If you like to do it yourself, come on."
I walked to the bed, looked her over, and suddenly grabbed her neck.
The woman's face suddenly became livid with pain and she struggled desperately.
Just when she was about to suffocate, I suddenly let go of my hand.
The woman coughed repeatedly and rolled off the bed.
"Tell me, what's going on with this thing?" I pointed to the old lady Hong Ling on the altar table.
The woman knelt on the ground and suddenly screamed, "If you dare to blaspheme Mother Hongling, Mother Hongling will definitely punish you, and you will have to die..."
As soon as the word "death" came out of her mouth, a pair of pale little hands touched her face.
I took off Yang Tianbao's mask and sunglasses, revealing a sinister grimace. When the woman saw this, she was so frightened that she screamed again.
"Old Mother Hongling, help me, Old Mother Hongling shows her power..." The woman shouted and prayed.
Looking at her, she looked like she was crazy and extremely fanatical.
Yang Tianbao suddenly rode on her neck and held her head with both hands. The woman was horrified, and her voice calling "Mother Hongling" became faster and faster.
Only a rattling sound was heard, and the woman's head was slowly pulled open by a pair of small hands.
"Help, help!" Finally the woman couldn't bear the fear anymore and shouted for help, "Spare me, spare me..."
"Baozi."
I called Yang Tianbao to stop, and the woman suddenly collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.
"Tell me, what's going on with this thing?" I repeated the previous question again.
A person caught in a frenzy like this can only be restrained by greater fear.
"Hong...Mother Hong Ling is here to help those in need..." the woman said tremblingly.
I came to the altar table and flipped through the red leather book, which contained some life stories about Old Mother Hongling and some obscure scriptures.
"The world is like purgatory, with a boundless sea of suffering. Only Old Mother Red Spirit can save all sentient beings and lead us to bliss..." the woman murmured.
"How to climb to the Bliss?" I asked calmly while flipping through the red book.
"As long as we can accumulate merit, we can go upstairs. When we reach the 18th floor, our merits will be complete. At that time, Mother Hongling will personally take us to the Paradise..." the woman said excitedly.
"Go upstairs?" I was a little confused.
"This building is specially used by Mother Hongling to save all sentient beings. Those of us who live at the bottom are all sinners. Only by accumulating merit can we live on the upper floor. That is a complete rebirth!" The woman said urgently.
The more I listened, the more bizarre I became, "Then how can we accumulate merit?"
"As long as...as long as more people can believe in Old Mother Hongling and help them escape from the sea of suffering, that will be the greatest merit." The woman said, "I...I don't have any bad intentions. I just want you to believe in Old Mother as soon as possible." Leaving here, the world is so miserable..."
As he spoke, he started to cry.
"Is this how you accumulate merit?" I was a little surprised.
The woman cried, and suddenly showed a smile, "As long as more people can believe in my mother, I can reach bliss as soon as possible. It's okay to be miserable in this life. I'm not doing anything dirty. I'm just doing it." Just to save all sentient beings..."
"I have accumulated a lot of merit. As long as I accumulate a little more, I can go to the second floor..."
Her face was full of piety, and she seemed to be extremely convinced of what she was doing.
I looked at her for a long time and suddenly slapped her on the altar table.
"Damn it!"
The offering table remained motionless, but the statue of the Red Spirit Mother enshrined on it exploded into powder with a bang!
