The two of them explored the doll area for a long time. The dolls here all had evil spirits on them, but there was no movement at all. Aguan and Atai could tentatively touch them or punch them a few times.
The two came to the second underground floor. Like the first underground floor, it was divided into several different areas. Most of the toys had just been sorted and were ready to be sent to the first underground floor. The difference is that Aguan can't sense any evil in the doll area on the second underground floor.
On the third underground floor, most of the toys here are defective and expired goods that are ready to be returned or destroyed. The dolls in this doll area are also not evil.
"The dolls that are going to be sold are all filled with evil spirits. The dolls that have just been delivered or cannot be sold have no evil spirits..." Aguan touched a doll that had no evil spirits and murmured to himself: "Why is this?"
"Okay, what should we do next?" Artest said, "We can't set a fire and burn all the dolls."
Aguan thought for a while and said: "Let's go back and ask the Sixth Po if there is any way to dispel the evil spirits in these dolls. I asked Lao Tudou to report to the main camp and see if we can ask the gods to help."
The two of them wandered around the third underground floor for a long time without any clue. They were about to go home when they suddenly heard footsteps coming from upstairs.
The two looked at each other, quickly turned off the flashlight, and stepped back in the dark, slowly retreating to a corner, where there were several large plastic baskets filled with defective dolls. The two of them hid behind the basket and looked at the stairs with bated breath.
The third underground floor was now completely dark, and nothing could be seen except for the faint green light flickering at the top of the stairs.
A figure walked out of the stairs, and saw that the man was carrying a small oil lamp with a green light. The light of the oil lamp was weak and dim, flickering on and off.
The man was walking towards here, getting closer and closer. Aguan and Atai didn't dare to move, nor did they dare to breathe.
The man walked to a shelf close to the wall. There were boxes of model cars on the shelf. The man squatted down, pulled out a few boxes of model cars from the bottom shelf of the shelf, then reached into the bottom of the freed shelf and touched it.
Both of them couldn't believe their eyes, the mysterious man actually got in completely.
"Wow..." Artest couldn't help but whisper, and Aguan quickly told him to shut up.
The depth of the shelf was only about forty centimeters, and the back was against the wall. Unless there is a hole in the wall, the person will disappear into thin air.
"Don't be anxious, take a look first and then talk..." Aguan whispered to Atai in a low voice.
I saw bursts of light flickering faintly on the bottom of the shelf, green and red, very strange. At the same time, Aguan also sensed that the evil energy on the third underground floor, which was originally nothing special, was rising sharply, and this strange and strong evil energy was permeating from that shelf.
The two of them looked at the strange shelf and saw bursts of strange light coming from it, accompanied by a low incantation sound like a Buddhist chant. Several times, Artest almost couldn't hold himself back and wanted to come forward to visit, but Aguan stopped him and asked him to wait patiently.
After half an hour, the strange light finally dimmed, and the sound of the mantras stopped abruptly.
After a while, the man emerged from the shelf, holding the oil lamp in his right hand and an unknown thing in his left hand. The oil lamp flickered, and the light suddenly became slightly brighter. Aguan barely managed to take a rough look. What the man held in his hand was a stack of talismans.
The man patted himself, stacked the boxes of toy car models back, and then walked up the stairs with the oil lamp.
The two of them waited patiently for a long time, and heard several very small locking sounds from upstairs. Artest knew that this was the sound of the back door of the toy city closing, indicating that the man had left the toy city. The two of them took a deep breath, stood up, and kneaded their numb and stiff legs.
Aguan came to the shelf, but could not sense any strange smell at this time. He groaned a few times, and pulled out a few boxes. Looking through the gap, he saw that there was a wall behind him.
"Underneath." The two squatted down and began to pull out the boxed model cars on the bottom shelf one by one.
"Ah! There's something different here!" Artai whispered, and Aguan leaned over to take a look.
On the right hand side of the shelf, counting boxes seventeen to nineteen, after emptying out the boxed model cars, what I saw inside was not the wall the shelf was against, but a thick piece of linen cloth. The color of the linen and the wall are very close, and it is difficult to tell the difference without looking carefully.
"It's soft! There's a hole in the wall!" Artai reached out and touched the linen and whispered.
The two looked at each other, Aguan took a breath, took out the Fuling cloth bag, took the lead, lifted the linen cloth and got in. At the same time, his head suddenly buzzed, and a strong evil aura rushed towards him. It turned out that the linen cloth not only covered the hole in the wall, but also blocked the evil aura.
Aguan stood up on the other side of the cave and looked around by the light of the flashlight. This was a room of four square feet.
There are also two shelves in the room, with strange little jars placed on them. There is a wooden table in the other corner of the room, with various magical instruments stacked on the table.
"This is the tea room!" Artest climbed in after him, scratched his head and looked around, surprised.
On the first, second and third floors of the underground warehouse, in addition to the large warehouses used for storing goods, there are also many small empty rooms for employees to place personal belongings or rest or drink tea. This shelf is right outside the tea room.
The third underground floor was divided into several warehouses, most of which contained toys waiting to be returned. The excessive amount of goods made the whole floor look very messy. No one noticed that an old tea room was missing from the vast underground warehouse.
The two looked back and saw that where the door should have been was sealed with cement and bricks, leaving only a small hole connected to the shelf and covered with a piece of linen cloth. This room would be hard to spot unless the toy store was doing some sort of house cleaning. The two of them looked at it and saw that the cement marks were quite new, so it was obvious that it would not be too far before the door was closed.
The two rummaged around in front of the wooden table, inspecting the magical weapons they had never seen before. Aguan touched the small jars on the shelf. Each jar exuded a tragic evil atmosphere, and there seemed to be deep resentment sealed inside.
Ah Shen was terrified. If all the ghosts in the jar broke out at the same time, the two of them would definitely die in this small room.
Artai couldn't sense the evil spirit, but was not that afraid. He was playing with a bamboo shoot-shaped magic weapon. Some strange scriptures were engraved on the handle of the bamboo shoot-shaped instrument. The material of the instrument was the color of stalactites, and it also felt rough like stone.
Aguan looked under the table and saw a drum, forty centimeters high, with a dark yellow skin. Aguan kicked twice with his foot, making several muffled sounds.
"It's time to go, it's almost dawn!" The two of them took photos of the room with their mobile phones, and took away some strange charms on the table and two pottery altars on the shelf, preparing to take them back to study with the Sixth Po. .
They climbed out of the toy city through the toilet window. It was almost early in the morning. After seeing that there was no one around, they rushed back to Wenxin Hospital.
"Lower your head!" The sixth wife looked at the photos taken by Atai's mobile phone, the practice equipment and the altar decorations in the room, and then looked at the charms the two brought back, and quickly came to a conclusion.
"Lower your head?" Aguan looked at Liu Po blankly.
Artest was lying on the table snoring and falling asleep in order to catch the 9am shift at the toy store.
Head-dropping originated from the voodoo technique, which specializes in refining live insect poisons. It spread to other places and was combined with local strange witchcraft to develop a more powerful, weird and unique witchcraft-head-dropping.
In the early years, when Liu Po used Maoshan skills to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits for people, she had her head lowered several times. Most of the time, the victim was framed by others and had his head lowered. After being tortured in every possible way, he had no choice but to turn to Liu Po for help.
"The old woman doesn't know much... I can only recognize that one of the talismans is used to summon ghosts, but I can't tell the others..." The sixth woman murmured to herself, holding the head-dropping talisman in her hand. Then she looked at the two pottery jars, whispered, quickly retracted her hand, and cursed: "Yao Shou... it's really Yaoshou! They are full of ghosts, so sinister and evil..."
Aguan hummed. He also sensed that there were many ghosts in this jar, but they were somewhat different from the evil ghosts and evil gods that had possessed him before. They were closer to ordinary lonely ghosts, but for some reason they carried strong resentment. .
"It's really Yaoshou's witchcraft. This is where someone caught a lot of lonely ghosts and locked them in a jar to practice magic, making them suffer a lot and generate resentment. After a long time, the resentment turned into evil spirits..." Liu Po said with a sigh.
