"Will there be a head-on battle?" Wang Qiyi climbed up the stairs with Ke'er on his back. Thinking of the combat power that foreshadowed Xie Zhonglou's instant kill in the dream, he suddenly felt a little worried.
Then he remembered that there was an old bamboo tube on his back, which could block him when necessary, and he relaxed a little.
Xie Zhonglou first took a cautious look at the people in the corridor, and then lowered his voice and said: "Usually not, Xuanmen fights are more reserved. Only when the opponent is cornered and wants to fight to the death, will there be a head-on conflict."
A thin line of black smoke, like mist, slowly flowed from Lin Muguang, who was sitting on the flower pond counting money downstairs in No. 7, and entered the corridor of the second unit.
"What is this?" Wang Qiyi curiously scratched it with his paw as he climbed the stairs. The thin thread slowly advanced without being affected at all. It floated to the fifth floor and entered room 501 through an old-fashioned wooden door.
"The life-borrowing deal is concluded. Normal people's lifespan and luck energy enter the ghost child's body along the silk shadow. When it is full, it will actively flow through the array arranged in the room into the container set up by the mastermind behind the scenes."
Xie Zhonglou could climb the fifth floor effortlessly in one go, and even helped carry Wang Qiyi so that he could save some energy.
"What is that?" Even if there was help, it was still very difficult for the bastard in the wishing pool to climb the fifth floor carrying a heavy shell. He stretched his neck and glanced at the corridor, then pointed to the bottom of the door and asked.
At the door of Room 501, there is a "threshold" built with red bricks, which is at least thirty centimeters high, blocking the wooden door very abruptly.
"Houses in the city are not so particular. They have to find ways to make up for it themselves." Xie Chonglou seemed to have thought of it for a long time. He paused and looked at Wang Qiyi and explained seriously: "Thresholds have many meanings in traditional culture. For example, gathering energy to block evil spirits."
"But since it can block the evil outside, it can also block the things inside the house from getting out. A long time ago, the threshold of the morgue in Yizhuang was very high. The main purpose was to prevent the zombies from running out after the corpse transformed. This threshold of 501 , also to stop things in the house from slipping out."
Wang Qiyi suddenly shrank back and asked timidly, "What's inside?"
Then he saw the black thread that was constantly being fed in, and realized that those should be Lin Muguang's lifespan and luck energy, and his expression changed slightly, "Muguang has opened so many envelopes, even if you borrow one for three years, , how many years of her life will be taken away from her? Can't it be interrupted? "
"You dare to borrow the fate and luck of the living dead, but this family is unlucky." Xie Zhonglou waved his hand to signal him to calm down, "Don't you know that Lin Muguang is not a living person?"
The news came so suddenly that Wang Qiyi's legs softened and he leaned the bastard against the wall, standing upright against the wall.
He remembered that Lin Muguang didn't need to sleep, that her hands were still cold even after being soaked in warm water when she was brushing his shell, and that his first impression of her didn't feel like a living person.
It turns out it’s really not alive!
In the front was Room 501, which was originally ordinary but with a self-made threshold made of red paper, which gave it a strange feeling. In the back was the living dead that Xie Zhonglou mentioned inadvertently. Wang Qiyi suddenly felt that it was actually chilly in the corridor at noon.
He missed the comfort of lying in the wishing pool and basking in the sun. The other side of the world was so scary!
His teammates included bears, white tigers, rabbits, and the living dead. He looked down at his snow-white plastron, and silently added, there is a big tortoise!
"Let's see what they can't let go of at home first." Xie Chonglou didn't realize the strangeness of his teammates, so he casually put the compass into his pocket and went up to knock on the door.
The old lady had just returned home from handing out envelopes in the bright sun. She was still out of breath. When she heard a knock on the door, she thought it was another birthday letter coming to her door. She opened the door with the fierceness of a shrew quarreling and stood on the threshold. He looked the other person up and down vigilantly and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you? Why are you knocking on the door at noon? Are you going to let others rest?"
"Do you want to rent your house? I want to rent a house in the community." Xie Zhonglou glanced into the house naturally, like a tenant checking the environment. He held his right hand on the door frame and some fine black powder fell from it. He spread his palms and got into the house.
The fat old lady's expression immediately relaxed, she rolled her triangular eyes and said impatiently: "Did you find the wrong door? Our house is not for rent."
Since they moved here and caused a dispute over the loan, many tenants in Building 7 have indeed moved. It is normal for people to come and visit the house. As long as it's not someone who comes to make trouble, otherwise with this young man's stocky physique, his whole family together might not be able to defeat him.
Xie Zhonglou, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is quite good at acting. He asked sincerely: "Isn't this Unit 501, Building 7? I read online information that this house is for rent."
"No, no, we are in the second unit and you went to the wrong place." The fat old lady waved her hand and closed the door, muttering in a low voice: "You can even get the wrong unit, I was shocked!"
She casually picked up the fan on the table and fanned it a few times. Looking at the fast burning incense in the incense burner, she smiled again, "Burn it, burn it. The more you burn, the more life my good grandson will borrow, and the better his luck will be." .Master Kuang is so awesome, I will have to come and thank him again no matter what I say!"
Lin Muguang sent the black thread through the bedroom door and directly into the body of the ghost child who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Countless threads of crazy energy-absorbing threads spread out from his body, spreading their teeth and claws, wrapping the thin child like a furry sea urchin.
The black thread refracted from his body and became slightly lighter, and penetrated into the skinny old man sleeping beside him. It refracted again and became lighter, disappearing into an earthy gray clay pot in the corner of the bed.
"Found it." Lin Muguang sat on the flower pond and carefully collected the money. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the fifth floor. "You are so cautious. The collected energy is hidden here."
Xie Zhonglou, who was playing with the compass in the corridor on the other side, was also stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Qi Yi, you go downstairs to meet Mu Guang and call the captain." He thought for a moment and frowned and explained: "Either the family raised a ghost child by themselves; or the mastermind behind the scenes is too cautious. They borrowed All the energy collected by Shou will be collected into the nearby urn, and you will ask the captain if he wants to close the net."
"Just close the net and smash the urn, and the borrowed energy can be returned directly. But if there is someone behind the scenes, you may have to escape."
The compass has shown the location of the urn, and now the 501 family can catch the turtle in the jar at any time.
From taking over the case to solving it, every discovery was surprising. Xie Zhonglou, who has rich experience in handling cases, vaguely felt that something was wrong.
What's the problem?
He reviewed the entire case-handling process, which was so short that it lasted less than two hours, but found nothing unusual.
"I'm going to make a call right now!" Wang Qiyi didn't quite understand the situation, but his teammates had said so, so it would be more reliable to quickly ask the captain for instructions. He shrank completely into the bastard's shell and rolled down the stairs.
Lin Muguang saw a big black tortoise rolling out like a hot wheel. He stretched out his legs and tripped him to stop, "Did Xie Zhonglou realize that something was wrong? This family is very weird."
"Yeah, he asked me to call the captain." Wang Qiyi took out his cell phone from the old bamboo tube and dialed directly.
Before the call was connected, I suddenly heard a heart-rending scream coming from upstairs, like the voice of a fat old lady.
"You are so weak in destiny. How dare you borrow someone else's life? You are a family of idiots." Lin Muguang fiddled with the thin black threads emanating from his body. He had no tone but seemed to be a little gloating, "Qiyi, if there is excitement, you can Look."
