The room became quiet and stagnant.
I didn't say it was too dead, but it actually gave Han Qi room to change things and think.
Han Chu said earlier that his master and fellow disciples would think he was dead.
This means that no one will come to save him.
If he waits for a long time, he will only have one result.
In my opinion, there is a high probability that Lao Gong will enter Shencun, which just plays into my hands.
As for Han Chu, if we give him a guide and we may leave, he will make his own choice instead of me forcing him to do so, which will have the opposite effect.
After a long while, Han Chucai replied: "Brother Tang, maybe he has ran out, maybe he will also run into the deep village, right?"
My heart skipped a beat, and sure enough, Han Chi took the bait.
"There is a chance, but you have been trapped for so long. I am not as strong as you. I am afraid that I will not be able to leave. I can only wait for another person to come in before I can escape. I might as well take a gamble." I said in a deep voice: "When we find the ghost who lied to me, we immediately return the way we came. He is just a Yellow Pages ghost. Even if it is a little weird, that's all. There must be no danger in the places he walks through."
I said these words extremely seriously and firmly.
Han Chu's expression was hesitant, which meant that he had been shaken.
I didn't speak again, but allowed Han Chu's emotions to ferment.
After almost five or six minutes, Han Chu's eyes became slightly fiercer and he said hoarsely: "In that case, please do something, Brother Tang."
I nodded carefully and took the chamber pot from my waist. The wound on my index finger had just scabbed over, and with a little force, a trace of blood came out.
I put my index finger on the chamber pot without hesitation.
A cold feeling came over me in waves, and a slight stinging sensation was more like a needle prick.
However, this is much better than me sensing the dead man's clothes.
Han Chu on the side had a hint of shock in his eyes.
My expression didn't change and I kept my mind calm.
At this juncture, if I had to use my ability to sense, it would be impossible to hide this from Han Chu.
For peers, they will envy or even be jealous of their ability to perceive.
From the perspective of the supervisory Taoist priests, if they have nothing to do with me, they probably don't care. Unless Han Qi knows that the supervision is looking for me and arresting me, he will be afraid of me.
Of course, if the dead makeup on my face is not removed, even if he goes out, he may not know that I am Luo Xianshen.
The cold feeling spread from my fingers and gradually penetrated my entire body.
Suddenly, the cold feeling in his right eye became stronger.
What made my body tremble slightly was that the Han Chu in his eyes actually looked like he was dripping with blood!
I shuddered.
Han Chu is a human or a ghost! ?
But the next second, I realized it was not that simple...
What he saw in front of him was not Han Chu. The bloody Taoist robe turned into a black Tang suit.
Blood was still filling the air, and the chest of the man in front of him seemed to have been scratched open.
He stood in a daze for a while, then his body suddenly fell into pieces and turned into a ball of gray gas...
A piercing and frightened scream seemed to come from my mouth!
No...it's not from me, but from Lao Gong!
My eyes suddenly moved up, and from the corner of my eye I saw the "body" at this time, wearing tattered clothes.
I immediately understood that the perception this time was different from the previous one.
Whether it was sensing Tang Qianqian or the owner of the dead man's clothes, the old man in a suit.
All I felt was their situation at that time.
But when I sensed Lao Gong, it turned out to be a scene from his lifetime! ?
He actually saw a ghost collapse in front of him?
The shaking feeling continued, and Lao Gong was so panicked that he rushed out of the door.
Suddenly, there was a sense of weightlessness in the sight again. Old Gong unexpectedly lost his balance and fell sideways to the ground!
Red and white chamber pot, magnified in the eyes!
There was a muffled sound, and Lao Gong's head was just inserted.
Everything in sight turned to darkness.
When I had a clear vision, I could see a rotting corpse on the ground, with a chamber pot covering the head.
The corpse had shrunk through decay and was obviously smaller than the chamber pot.
Only then did I realize that my perspective at this moment was on Lao Gong’s soul.
The next second, a large crowd of people crowded into Old Gong's house.
Some people covered their noses, and someone kicked the chamber pot, breaking Old Gong's head and causing the body and head to separate.
Everyone divided up everything in the house, even the chamber pot, was divided up between an old couple.
As they left, a sucking sensation came.
The perspective changed to that of the chamber pot, and as I tried to turn my gaze around, I could see a slightly illusory body being torn apart...
The picture in front of me was completely fragmented.
The next scene that appeared was a room that was not too spacious. His eyes were shaking up and down, as if he was shaking his head.
From the corner of his eye, he could see part of his body tied with paper, and a woman kneeling in front of him...
The woman had an extremely ordinary appearance, a birthmark, and dark eyes. She was obviously a resentful ghost!
She gently squeezed the paper-tied leg.
I heard a pleasant tune, it was Lao Gong humming a tune.
The music stopped suddenly and dry words came out.
"You have served your master well. He is just a few hungry ghosts. They want to eat you, but you can still eat them!"
Unlike the old man in the suit, Old Gong was not aware of my feelings at all!
I took the initiative to close my eyes.
After the line of sight is interrupted, the perception is also interrupted.
When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was Han Chu. The Taoist robe on his body had no blood and looked extremely clean and white.
But he looked at me with an extremely cautious look and said: "Brother Tang's position in the Huangsi is not simple. I only heard Master say that there are very special people who have passed through the underworld. They can have the ability to perceive and communicate with the underworld. So this is how you found the Yellow Pages ghost?"
"Where is he?"
My heart skipped a beat. Does Han Chu know something about perception?
In this way, it is difficult for me to confuse concepts.
However, in the worst case, give up taking Han Chu with you, so you don't have to conflict with him.
Therefore, I told the truth about Lao Gong's situation.
The fingers did not leave the chamber pot, the depth perception of the sight was interrupted, and the vague cold feeling was still there.
After hearing what I said, Han Chu was undecided for a while.
"Dao Zhang Han, I don't have much time." I exhaled and said, "If you have no intention of leaving, I will first..."
"Let's go, Brother Tang. If you are alone, your chances of survival are low. If you include me, there is still a possibility of leaving." Han Chu interrupted me.
He glanced cautiously out of the window, as if to avoid something, and then opened the door.
Let's leave the house.
Following the coldness, I walked deeper into the village road!
Han Chu has been walking beside me.
Fortunately, there was a Taoist priest here. The ghosts in the safe area did not come close to me. Otherwise, these ghosts would be troublesome enough.
I don’t know why, but I still feel there are some small problems...
Soon I discovered the cause of the problem.
When passing some houses, we can still see some ghosts peeking at us. They crouched in front of their windows, staring at me and laughing!
Yes, I'm sure they didn't look at Han Chu, they just looked at me!
That smile was too sinister and full of schadenfreude!
