With a dull creaking sound, the heavy wooden door was pushed open.
Two Taishi chairs are placed against the wall, with a carved table in the middle.
There is no table in the center of the main room, but there are two vertical wooden cabinets on both sides. The lower part is sealed, and the upper part is an octagonal grid, where many exquisite ornaments are placed.
The dust is so thick that no one has taken care of this place for decades at least.
The dust that hit my face made me cough.
I was slightly relieved, there were no ghosts here.
It seems that the defense in front of the door is to block the ghost in the house? Is it already out?
Looking at Lao Gong again, he still had his head tilted, not knowing what he was thinking.
Still maintaining the action of pulling out the cocktail feathers with my right hand at any time, I walked into the main room.
Lao Gong's head suddenly jumped up and landed on a Taishi chair with a thud.
His wrinkled face itself was blank.
At this moment, a happy smile appeared.
In just half a second, there was a muffled bang, and Old Gong's head exploded!
The gray energy kept lingering. This time, Old Gong's soul condensed quickly. In just ten seconds, his head appeared on the Grand Master's chair again.
However, there was no smile on his face, and his eyes were panicked and cunning, and he had the look of a common man.
The skin between his eyebrows suddenly tightened, as if there was an awl inside, and it kept jumping out, and his forehead was stretched out of shape!
A look of pain came from Old Gong's face, and he let out a wail and scream.
My face changed slightly, and I quickly took two steps forward, sweeping up a lot of dust.
When I got close to Lao Gong, I found that Lao Gong seemed to be missing a breath.
I can't describe it exactly, that breath must be agile.
Old Gong himself has agility that does not belong to the Yellow Pages ghost. Now, he has become an ordinary Yellow Pages ghost, without the slightest specialness!
The deformation of his forehead became even more severe, and whatever was underneath could break through the soul body and get out at any time!
My eyelids were twitching wildly, and my temples were also twitching.
It’s the trace of Mr. Gong Rong’s soul!
He's coming out!
I stared at the deformed spot on Lao Gong's forehead. I pinched my middle finger without hesitation and pointed hard at that spot!
The evil spirit of blood on the middle finger is slightly weaker than that on the tip of the tongue.
However, it should be enough to deal with a wisp of soul!
I only heard a muffled groan, and Lao Gong's forehead calmed down instantly, as if the things inside collapsed again.
Lao Gong's normal demeanor suddenly became a little more agile, and his cunning eyes were full of depth.
"Hiss..." Lao Gong grunted in pain.
I quickly retracted my middle finger.
Originally, what I ordered was that wisp of soul, and it didn’t hurt Lao Gong himself much.
Old Gong rolled his eyes again, seeming to wonder why he was in this Taishi chair.
The next second, his head jumped back over the chamber pot.
He moved his head left and right, glanced around vigilantly, and then retracted his head.
I still glanced at Lao Gong and frowned again.
Because there was actually a woman's head squeezed inside the chamber pot.
She seemed to be bound by the yin energy of the chamber pot, which was the body of the body. She remained motionless at the bottom of the pot, while Old Gong just pressed on her head and gnawed at it with his mouth.
The woman's head was in agony, but she couldn't resist...
I raised my head and stopped looking. I glanced around the room, then sat on another Taishi chair and rested for a while.
The calves are relaxed and trembling slightly.
The string of Buddhist amulets tied around my waist was placed on the tea table.
I unbuttoned the clothes on my right arm again.
The wound repeatedly bled and scabbed, and part of the cloth was sunk into the flesh. When it was torn open, some of the wound was torn as well. The pain made me sweat.
After spreading the sore medicine again, he tore off a new piece of clothing and bandaged the wound again.
I finally calmed down a bit.
Squinting my eyes slightly, the next thing I thought about was not how to find Zhao Kang, but about Qijia Village.
This village is so weird.
Category B hell will continue to spread, but a powerful gentleman will use the ghosts of retribution to lock the outside.
At the foot of the mountain at the core of the village, there was a grave that the starving ghosts did not dare to dig. The woman who specialized in eating corpse brains did not dig the grave.
There is such an old house on the mountain that can ward off ghosts!
The most important thing is Lao Gong.
When he entered the village, he told me things he was not supposed to know, led me into the ghost wall, and escaped on his own.
Then, he said some words that only Mr. Yin Yang knew.
Although Chuying made a mistake, he judged Mr. Yin Yang, who had a soul sucked away by Lao Gong, to be Lao Qintou.
But the core thing is correct. There is indeed a trace of Mr. Yin Yang's remnant soul in Lao Gong.
Now going up the mountain, he led me into the house.
Inside the house, that remnant soul is about to come out again!
All things seem to have little connection, but sometimes, guessing can connect these things!
The owner of this mansion is Mr. Yin Yang!
In order to retaliate against the ghosts, he sealed Qijia Village!
He was indeed dead, and for some reason his soul disintegrated in the village in the city, allowing Old Gong to suck away a wisp of it...
So how did he die?
Whose is that tomb at the foot of the mountain?
Can I use Lao Gong to get the object that controls the retribution ghost? ?
After deducing these things in an instant, my heart pounded even harder.
Another feeling of chill came over me.
Mr. Yin-Yang is one of the nine superiors of the Yang God.
The village where he lives will actually become a prison! ?
What happened in this village?
The starving ghost is definitely not the most vicious ghost in the village!
Did Mr. Yin Yang die after the village was closed down, or before?
Goosebumps covered my body.
If he died after the village was closed, he should have been injured during the village closure, and his consciousness even collapsed.
If he died before, his soul would escape and release the retribution ghost.
No matter what kind of speculation, there must be another terrifying existence in this Qijia Village that I didn't expect.
This place... is really not suitable to stay for a long time!
He stood up suddenly, sweat dripping down his forehead again.
I have no way to avoid the starving ghost... However, there should be incidents of starving ghosts looking for food.
I tried my best to recall the time point when Chuying and I left Qijia Village. I took out my mobile phone. It was now three o'clock in the night.
The first time I went out to Qijia Village with Chuying, it was just before dawn?
It was also daylight when Zhang Gui and others came in. After we dispersed at my place, I entered the deep village and did not encounter the starving ghost... It was only after waiting for a long time that the starving ghost appeared!
Soon, I judged a time point.
The inactive time of the starving ghost should start at Yin hour and end at Hai hour.
It just so happens that Yinshi is called Pingdan, which is the time when day and night alternate.
The Zi hour after Hai hour is the time when Yin Qi is most active.
Before the turn of day and night, when the Yin Qi surges, hungry ghosts appear!
At this moment, the starving ghost is most likely dormant!
I have twenty hours to explore Qijia Village.
The premise is that I cannot provoke the terrifying thing that kills Mr. Yin and Yang here and turns Qijia Village into a hell!
