Wang Yu couldn't hear his uncle's hysterical roar. He had now come to another world.
This is an old subway tunnel with vertical layers of soil on both sides.
The surface of the soil layer is uneven and full of raised stones and soil. Unlike the completed tunnel, the two sides will be smoothed with concrete. This looks like an unfinished semi-finished product.
Above the tunnel is an arc-shaped dome, with xenon lamps hung every few meters. Although the dim light is not as good as sunlight, it also allows Wang Yu to avoid going blind in this tunnel.
"It is written in the background that the Songjiang authorities have closed this place. It is unlikely that the circuits here will be retained, let alone the power supply here, but these xenon lamps are still bright." Wang Yu looked at the xenon lamps above his head and mouthed murmured.
Although he didn't know why these xenon lamps were on, it just proved his idea: the purpose of the spiritual realm was to select apostles, not to kill people.
Otherwise, there is no need to provide such convenience to the trialists.
The tunnel is very long, at least Wang Yu can't see the end at a glance.
He glanced ahead, then saw that the subway track under his feet was broken not far ahead, and immediately turned around and walked back.
It is written in the background that the construction team dug up a certain existence, and thirteen people died that night, and then it was abandoned.
Then, the innermost part of this subway tunnel must be dug to the place where it exists. The closer it is, the more dangerous it is. In the same way, the farther away it is, the safer it is.
So, how to stay away from there?
It's simple, look at the track.
The subway track must be dug after the subway tunnel is dug and the ground is smoothed before it can be laid. The track is broken not far from the front, which proves that the track is laid from the rear to the front. The further back, the further away from there. .
Sure enough, after Wang Yu walked for a while, he saw a wall made of reinforced concrete sealing the tunnel tightly, leaving no gaps.
There is a small, very low red wooden table placed under the wall. Perhaps it is more appropriately called a wooden bench.
There is a golden candlestick placed on the wooden bench, with a white candle inserted in the candlestick. There are the words "Swastika" and "Buddha" on the candlestick and candle, and there is a piece of waxy paper next to the candlestick.
Wang Yu's eyes lit up the moment he saw the candlestick and paper.
Sure enough, with just Nuomi, there was still little hope of dealing with zombies. As expected, Spirit Realm had left some props.
With lights to ensure vision and props to deal with the BOSS, your hope of survival is greatly increased.
He quickly stepped forward, picked up the paper, and read under the dim light:
"Ping Lu, a poor monk, is a monk from Longyan Temple. This time, as entrusted by the Songjiang City Security Department, we are here to kill evil spirits. Tsk, this Monk Pin Lu has good calligraphy."
"This evil spirit is a ghost from the Republic of China. Ghost? Ghost??? Not a zombie? How can it be a ghost?" Wang Yu's eyes widened and he looked at the writing on the yellow paper in disbelief.
At this moment, he felt that fate had made a big joke on himself.
But now, it was obviously the information on the yellow paper that was more important. He continued reading with a gloomy face:
"This ghost was suspected of being raped during his lifetime, and then was brutally killed. He was dressed in red when he died, and his body was eaten by wild dogs. The remaining body was buried in a very dark place, so he was very resentful."
"Killing thirteen people in a row has become a trend, and his strength may have reached the peak of the third-level ghost. The poor monk has limited strength and is unable to do anything, so he can only seal it here temporarily."
"If the donor is a member of the same path and has some cultivation skills, please think of all the people in the world and kill this person."
"If the donor is an ordinary person who accidentally enters this place, please light the candle as soon as possible, otherwise the yang energy of the living person will stimulate the resurrection of the ghost. Within five minutes, the donor may be in danger of life, but the candlelight can protect the donor for an hour."
"Within one hour, please ask the donor to memorize the Heart Sutra. There is my Buddhist seal here. Combining it with the Heart Sutra can ensure the donor's safety."
"Remember, only by reciting the Heart Sutra can it be effective in exorcising ghosts and protecting the body. Until dawn, the donor can leave safely."
"If the benefactor leaves, please go to Longyan Temple and inform the poor monk that the seal here has been broken. If the poor monk has passed away, you can also inform other monks in the temple."
"Amitabha!"
There are densely written words on the back of the paper, which should be the Heart Sutra taught by Monk Pinglu, but Wang Yu is no longer in the mood to read it.
His face has now turned from black to green, and he has only one thought in his mind:
Empiricism really kills people!
Who said that those buried underground that can turn people into servants must be zombies?
Judging from the words left by Monk Pinglu, it is clear that the boss of this spiritual realm copy is a ghost from the Republic of China period, that is, a ghost.
As a result, I wishfully thought that the big boss was a zombie, and now I really tricked myself to death.
Wang Yu looked at his hands. The bag of glutinous rice carried in his left hand might be of some use. Glutinous rice was also used to ward off ghosts in some places.
But this bone chopping knife...
He threw the bone chopping knife directly onto the wooden bench. This thing was really useless against ghosts.
Looking at the candlestick on the wooden bench, Wang Yu was so angry that his veins popped out. This monk Pinglu left a candlestick here, couldn't he also leave a lighter? Just leave a box of matches!
He wrote on the note that he had to light the candlestick within five minutes, but he didn’t leave anything that could light it, so he just left the candlestick alone. Isn’t this just a silver pewter gun tip—a fancy but useless thing?
Smokers do carry lighters with them, but among non-smokers, who would bring a lighter with them?
Wang Yu belongs to the latter.
Although he cursed a lot, he still looked at the wooden bench and thought about how he could light the candlestick. Otherwise, Wang Yu felt that he was talking nonsense in just five minutes trying to memorize the next Heart Sutra.
Time passed little by little, and Wang Yu was still at a loss. Just as he was thinking hard, he suddenly felt someone tapping his left shoulder. He subconsciously turned around and looked around, only to find that there was nothing on the left.
The next second, his scalp was numb, his hair stood on end, and he had goosebumps all over his body. He took two steps at a time and ran towards the wall, then immediately turned around and pressed his back tightly against the wall.
Even so, his heart was still beating wildly, he was highly concentrated, his eyes were forward without blinking, his right hand had already been inserted into the bag of glutinous rice, and he was always ready to scatter the glutinous rice in his hand.
Compared to before, the front had almost no change. There were still dim lights, uneven side walls, and a ground full of gravel.
Although Wang Yu didn't see anything strange, he knew that a ghost had just attacked him.
In this ghost place, there was no one alive except myself, but my shoulder was patted, and I turned my head to look, but I didn't see anything. Apart from ghosts, what other ghosts could there be?
If he hadn't been holding a handful of glutinous rice in one hand and a bag of glutinous rice in the other, he would have given himself a big mouth.
Everyone knew that the big boss was a ghost, but he turned around even after being tapped on the shoulder. His defensiveness was too low!
After blowing out a yang fire, your own yang energy becomes even weaker.
