"Indeed, the 13th floor is still very dangerous." Lin Shaojie cast his hopeful eyes on Yuan Qingli.
He knew what the other party was capable of, and he was a ruthless person who could report him without hesitation when faced with both black and white ghosts.
Thinking of the black and white ghosts, Lin Shaojie became silently autistic again.
"Erratic? What do you mean?" Brother Ji Zhao was confused again.
"You mean this red smoke is floating around? Is there wind in this room?"
"It shouldn't be that simple."
"The long-tongued ghost is not hostile. He should tell us directly which room it is. But he said it was erratic. There is probably something fishy about this room. Even he couldn't explain it clearly."
Yuan Qingli said: "Get ready, let's go to the 13th floor."
Everyone's heart sank.
The thirteenth floor still looks like it has been dusty for many years.
Yuan Qingli and the four of them looked at each other. The next critical moment was when they had to open the doors of each room.
The four of them were standing in the corridor, with no intention of making the first move.
"Let's see, I'll start, Zhuang Xiangyi will be second, Brother Chicken Feet will be third, and Lin Shaojie will be fourth. We'll take turns opening the door. Is that okay?"
The three nodded.
Yuan Qingli took a deep breath and knocked on the door of 1301, but there was no response.
Yuan Qingli reached out and pushed it open, but it wasn't locked at all.
The four people filed in. The furnishings in the room were the same as those in other rooms. Except for being a little darker, there was nothing special about it.
1302, Zhuang Xiangyi pushed forward without any preparation. The other two people were stunned.
This girl seems to have changed a lot after going through this, and she is more determined and decisive in doing things.
Zhuang Xiangyi shook his head, the room was still the same as before.
Both girls started bravely, which made Brother Ji Zhao and Lin Shaojie embarrassed to hesitate. The inspection speed is much faster.
In the quiet corridor, the footsteps of the four people knocked lightly on my heart, echoing in the air, carrying a little smoke and dust, which was choking.
1314. After Zhuang Xiangyi opened the door, a ray of red light came out from the crack in the door.
The four of them suddenly felt that something was going on. Yuan Qingli held the ax in his hand and signaled Zhuang Xiangyi to get out of the way.
Yuan Qingli carefully pushed the door open completely, and red light poured out like a bolt.
Reflecting on the red faces of the four people, it was as if they were bathing in a sea of blood.
This is a space with a completely different layout from other rooms. The walls are painted with diluted red paint.
Some of the red paint solidified and raised, and some shed traces one after another along the texture of the wall, like blood and tears.
On the ceiling, green jade pieces hang like eerie green eyes. Hanging with the jade, there are several talismans that are suspected to be used to suppress something.
In front of them, there was a wooden table occupying most of the room, with a shrine standing behind the wooden table.
There are no statues of gods in the shrine, but there is a couplet posted on the left and right: There is no way for misfortunes and blessings to be brought about by oneself, and the rewards of good and evil are like shadows.
There are more than a dozen wooden plaques placed messily on the table, as if they are enshrining someone.
The incense in the incense burner has long been burned out, and only a red incense burns in the center. It is neither white nor black, and only red smoke is seen, showing a strong uneasiness.
The head of Xiang looks like a small scarlet eye, staring at the four people.
"Let's clean this place up. See if there are any clues and pay attention to safety."
Yuan Qingli's voice was very soft, but in other people's ears, it was an invisible command.
The three of them didn't show any pretense. They rolled up their sleeves, took bath towels from the toilet, and began to wipe the table that was stained with layers of dust. They also wiped clean the wooden signs with illegible words one by one.
In other words, I don’t even take hygiene at home that seriously.
"There are no words on these wooden signs..."
"Yes, none of the ones I wiped."
"So, who is the object of worship?"
When Lin Shaojie was squatting under the table to clean up, he suddenly found a bulging file bag.
The first time, hand it over to Yuan Qingli.
Yuan Qingli opened the sheepskin bag, which contained more than a dozen pieces of physical examination information and identity information. Looking at these things, the messy thoughts in my mind were sorted into a slightly clearer line.
"Let's worship them." Yuan Qingli sighed lightly.
Suddenly, a strange force appeared, and a whirlwind blew in the originally quiet room.
Thick fog is billowing in the wind, and the bright light of the incense head is uncertain and may go out at any time.
The whistling sound was like weeping and complaining, making everyone's eardrums numb. Then without warning, the entire room fell into darkness.
