Empty coffin...
Ye Jia stayed in the cemetery.
His feet were rooted into the soft and damp soil under them, and his eyes were fixed on the dusty bluestone slab in front of him. into his completely unrecognizable characters.
Chaos in the mind.
"That's right!" The little black hand seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "Although the coffin is empty, there seems to be something painted on the bottom of the coffin..."
Ye Jia seemed to be suddenly awakened from a slow dream.
He turned his head sharply, a pair of cold and stern eyes fixed on the little black hand, and his voice had become hoarse, and he could hardly hear the original tone:
"… what?"
Little Black Hand was startled by him, instinctively shrank back, and stammered:
"Just, just one..."
The rest of it gets stuck.
I saw a huge sickle in the palm of the young man without warning. The sharp blade reflected a cold and dazzling light in the sun. His voice was low and hoarse, as if restraining some terrifying emotion, as if it was about to explode. Magma, buried deep beneath a thick layer of ice:
"Step aside."
The little black hand froze all of a sudden, rolled down from the tombstone at the fastest speed, and then shivered back to the farthest.
In the next second, the blade fell, and the already compacted soil layer was cut apart in the blink of an eye. The smell of earth buried deep in the ground was cold and damp. As the soil rolled, it penetrated into the air, and the surface faded. The rotten coffin was exposed.
The young man's cold and pale fingers gripped the long handle of the scythe tightly, and the fingertips turned white from the force, but there was no tremor.
Just like when he slowly put the blade into his father's chest on the night of the thunderstorm.
The little black hand looked at Ye Jia who had his back turned to him.
The young man's back was straight and tense, and he stood firmly in front of a messy tomb, like a split black silhouette, deeply embedded in the barren and distant background in front of him.
It subconsciously floated forward.
But then, an invisible force pulled the little black hand back.
The little black hand was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look aside.
The cold-faced man lowered a pair of scarlet pupils, a dark pressure fell, and the little black hand shrank, but the other party didn't say anything, just shook his head at it, then withdrew his gaze and raised his head again. Looking at the young man who was standing not far away, a pair of dark red pupils surged with a look so deep that no one could understand it.
Ye Jia slowly crouched down in front of the coffin.
The coffin was not buried deep, almost within reach of his hand.
Ye Jia stretched out his hand, his fingers briefly stayed in the air for a moment, and then continued to stretch forward, slowly pressing his hand on the coffin.
Immediately afterwards, only a soft "click" sound was heard, and the surface of the wooden board cracked a flat and smooth incision, then shattered into several pieces, and slid down the coffin, revealing the empty interior.
Sure enough, just like the little black hand described.
This is an empty coffin.
Inside... nothing.
Ye Jia's eyes fell on the bottom of the coffin.
Dark brown lines were hidden under broken sawdust and pieces of wood, which he recognized at a glance must have been drawn with blood.
Ye Jia raised his hand and brushed away the debris above, revealing the complete pattern below.
… is the old logo of the Occult Authority.
However, compared with the pattern on the iron box with the eyeballs, it seems to have added a lot of brushstrokes, some blanks have been filled in, it has become more complete and larger, and it has been smeared stroke by stroke with dried blood. bottom of the coffin.
Ye Jia pressed his fingertips on one of the strokes.
The old blood had already penetrated the decaying coffin. Just by touching it, Ye Jia had clearly realized that this symbol was very old, almost the same age as the coffin.
Could it be that at the time of the burial, there was already an empty coffin here
What about... his mother's body
Ye Jia's fingertips on the coffin began to tremble slightly. He took a deep breath, slowly retracted his hand, and clenched into a fist little by little by his side.
—Anyway, the Occupational Authority has nothing to do with it.
In the drooping light-colored pupils of the young man, the cold flames burned silently in the silent abyss, like a burst of fire sputtering in the darkness. There was no superfluous expression on his face, but there was a terrifying depression in him. eyes brewing.
Ye Jia stood up.
At this time, the voice of the little black hand came from behind: "Hey!"
He was slightly startled and turned his head to look behind him.
I saw the little black hand floated in his direction and fell into the coffin, as if he was seriously thinking about something, and then its figure became blurred and slowly sank to the depths.
After a minute.
A shrill scream came from the depths of the ground.
Ye Jia was stunned and took a step forward subconsciously.
However, before he could do anything, the figure of the little black hand seemed to escape from under the ground. …and below…”
Ye Jia frowned slightly.
He stretched out his hand, pulled the little black hand up from below the ground, threw it on his shoulder, and then the phantom of the sickle appeared in the palm of his hand.
Ye Jia raised his eyes, his eyes stopped for a moment on the coffin of the bluestone slab not far away, and a faint pain flashed in the bottom of his eyes.
He retracted his gaze, raised his hand slowly, and prepared to completely destroy the tomb in front of him.
However, in the next second, there was a cold touch on the wrist.
Ye Jia was stunned, turned his head and looked beside him.
Ji Xuan didn't know when he came forward and stood beside him. His long, slender fingers grabbed the young man's slender wrist, and pulled him behind him with an irresistible force. His eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was calm and gentle:
"I come."
In the next second, the scarlet sea of blood floated up from under the ground, lifted the coffin, and an invisible force pushed the soil away. Almost instantly, a deep pit with a depth of tens of meters appeared below the ground.
Ji Xuan's bloodless face turned pale for a moment, but there was no unnecessary emotional change on his face.
Ye Jia gave him a fixed look.
- The secret hidden under the coffin must be related to the mother, and the other party doing this is tantamount to directly confronting the suppression of the mother's bloodline.
It was also because of this that he had not directly sought Ji Xuan's help before.
Ji Xuan, this is again... why
Ji Xuan didn't say anything, just took a step back calmly and let go.
Ye Jia retracted his gaze.
Now, even without Little Black Hand's reminder, Ye Jia could sense the terrifying changes coming from below the ground.
What Ji Xuan did just now must not just remove the soil layer.
Even if it is buried dozens of meters deep, this kind of breath cannot be completely covered up. It can make Ye Jia invisible from the beginning, and even the little black hand who is a serious ghost realizes that something is wrong after observing for a long time. It must have had other protections in place.
Ye Jia took a step forward and looked down at the bottom of the abyss.
His pupils shrank suddenly.
The icy wind blew through his hair, swept across his sweaty forehead and back of his neck, and a shudder bred between his bones and blood, and his internal organs seemed to twist in an instant, spreading along the veins and bones.
Beneath the abyss, dark and sticky waves rolled.
The maliciousness so thick that there was almost no impurities slowly surged from the depths of the ground and dispersed in the air. The weeds on the ground immediately withered and turned black, the vitality was instantly seized, and layers began to condense above the surrounding tombstones. of black fog.
In the waves, one after another blurred human faces stood out. Each face was painfully painful, as if they were screaming silently. They struggled under the dark dark river and stretched out their skinny bones toward the sky above their heads. His hands, the suffocating terrifying breath almost solidified, and the screaming blurred faces converged and dissipated in the air, and then they were pulled into the dark waves again.
"This... what is this?"
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered.
The little black hand clenched his collar tightly, trembling, and stammered: "You, do you remember what I told you before, the maliciousness that can contaminate the soul and even the ghosts?"
Ye Jia was startled, turned his head to look at the little black hand on his shoulder: "You mean...?"
The little black hand drilled behind Ye Jia, and said with lingering fears:
"These... all of them."
At this moment, there was a change in the mud on the side.
The sound of fingernails scratching the coffin board sounded harsh and terrifying, and the rotting pale arm broke through the moist and soft soil, and pulled out the mutilated body that had been eaten by insects and ants. The scalp on the skull drooped, and the dark eye sockets looked towards the only direction with the breath of a living person. One after another corpses broke out from under the ground, struggling to reach out to Ye Jia to stretch out the bones of the bones.
"what… "
"what… "
The rotten vocal cords rubbed hard.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light of a sharp blade appeared in his palm.
After all, he had seen even more terrifying sights in the game, and this kind of scene was not too scary for him.
"... save me..." the rotting corpse moaned.
"it hurts… "
"It hurts... Mom..." the child's corpse cried out hoarsely: "It's so dark..."
"Who can help me… "
Ye Jia was stunned.
These are not monsters.
Rather, the soul of the living being bound to the corpse.
When he was stunned, one of the rotting finger bones of one of the corpses caught his trouser legs, the rustling sound of corrosion sounded, and the black mist spread from the place touched by the corpse, Ye Jia suddenly reacted, and the sharp blade slid across , split the piece of cloth that was touched, the cloth was corroded before it fell to the ground, and the small piece of soil below was also eroded and dented.
- This kind of malice will even contaminate the Specter.
Ye Jia's eyebrows sank slightly.
The little black hand clenched Ye Jia's collar and stammered: "What, what should I do?"
Ye Jia gritted his teeth and did not answer.
The sickle is the "tooth", but in front of it is the soul of the living.
He turned to look at Ji Xuan: "Can it still be sealed again?"
Ji Xuan nodded slightly.
His pale fingertips twitched slightly, and an invisible force bound the black mist in the air, slowly pressing down toward the abyss below the ground. The corpses on the ground lost their vitality as the black mist peeled away, like It was like a marionette that had lost its restraints, lying on the ground and stopped moving.
Ji Xuan's figure swayed slightly.
He quickly stabilized, and before Ye Jia looked over, he regained his previous calm and said:
"I've just restored it to its original state now, and can't seal it permanently."
The implication is that this place is like a ticking time bomb, it will explode completely without knowing when, and this is no longer within Ji Xuan's control.
Ye Jia lowered his eyes and stared at the messy cemetery in front of him.
The sun above his head shone down again and fell on his shoulders, but he could not feel the slightest warmth.
Eliminate... distractions.
Ye Jia seemed to suddenly think of something, stunned slightly, and looked up in the direction of the city.
—Have.
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"Whoa!"
The old carpet on the floor was ripped up violently, sending up a cloud of dust in the dimly lit room.
Two terrifying spirits, one large and one small, sat on the beams, like two jelly close together.
"What's the matter?"
"I do not know either!"
"Is he looking for something?"
"I don't know..."
Two frightening spirits floated towards the young man who was wreaking havoc on the room and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Ye Jia turned his head to look at them.
Ah, so handsome.
It's been so long, he seems to be even more handsome.
The faces of the two frightening spirits with simple facial features showed intoxicated expressions, and they said with great enthusiasm: "We have brought them here for a long time! Just tell us what you need to find!"
Ye Jia took out a piece of paper on which a pattern was drawn with simple brushstrokes:
"Have you seen this pattern anywhere in this house?"
The two frightened spirits thought back carefully.
"Hey!" The big frightening spirit suddenly thought of something, and suddenly jumped up: "It seems... It seems that there really is!"
"where?"
The big frightened spirit pointed to the top of his head.
Ye Jia paused slightly, then slowly looked up.
In the darkness, the dusty roof was dusty, but if you looked closely, you could still make out the tan lines that snaked overhead, forming an extremely large pattern—and the one deep in his mother's coffin. are exactly the same.
… sure enough.
Ye Jia raised his head, fixedly looking at your complex and strange figure, his eyes were slightly dark.
The ghost king is the mother's agent.
So, in a way, his actions directly represent the mother's will.
Ye Jia took out his mobile phone, called Liu Zhaocheng, and asked in a calm voice:
"Minister, do you know when the well started to appear?"
"Well..." Liu Zhaocheng's voice came from the other side of the microphone, and after a long time, he said: "When I entered the Supernatural Administration, many concepts and research were not perfect. As long as the city…”
Ye Jia interrupted him: "But, if that's the case, before the Supernatural Administration appeared, wouldn't Yinjing have accumulated thousands of years of Yin Qi?"
Liu Zhaocheng choked: "This...maybe...with the development of human beings..."
Ye Jia's eyes darkened, and he asked, "When did the concept of Yinjing come up?"
"About thirty years ago."
"After the Occult Service was reorganized?"
Liu Zhaocheng was stunned: "...Yes."
Ye Jia hung up the phone and sent messages to several other people.
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under the building.
In the distance, the milk tea shop on the corner is still open, but it is still as deserted as last time.
The noise of news broadcasts came from the electrical store, and it came through the glass.
“… Supernatural incidents occur frequently in various places, and our country is urgently formulating relevant measures to ensure the safety of people’s lives and property…”
Ye Jia retracted his gaze.
The last time he came under this building, it was a scorching summer.
Now, the season is approaching autumn, and although there is still the aftertaste of summer in the air, the slightly cold temperature has begun to spread, and it is trying to penetrate through the thin clothes.
The old building stands quietly in front of you, and a gloomy atmosphere emerges from the dark corridors.
Soon, a shout came from not far away:
"Hey! Brother Ye!"
Ye Jia turned his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came.
I saw Chen Qingye, Wei Yue, and Blast walking towards him. Wei Yue waved to him and trotted all the way to him: "Hey, why are you calling us in such a hurry?"
Ye Jia pursed his lips and looked at Chen Qingye: "Did you take what I asked you to bring?"
Chen Qingye nodded.
He opened the backpack and took out the three detection instruments.
"Huh?" blast raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing with this?"
Ye Jia said: "This is the most sophisticated detection instrument that we recovered. It is much more sensitive than the detection of breath."
Wei Yue frowned: "What are we looking for?"
"Malicious." Ye Jia said.
Several people were stunned: "Malicious?"
"It is very similar to Yin Qi, but it is darker and more vicious, and it can even pollute the Specter." Seeing everyone's slightly startled expressions, Ye Jia continued: "The area of this building is too large, so we Better to split up."
Wei Yue weighed the instrument in his hand and looked up at Ye Jia: "What about you?"
Ye Jia took out the little black hand from his pocket and shook it: "I use it."
Everyone: "… "
Wait, isn't this the one-time-use item you're talking about
The little black hand waved friendly at the three people in front of him: "Hi!"
Everyone: "..."
What the hell is this
Ye Jia didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, he put the little black hand on his shoulder, turned his head and said to the other three:
"Let's go, if you find anything, feel free to contact me."
He turned his head to look at Ji Xuan who was standing beside him, paused without a trace, and said slowly:
"Just wait for us outside."
The corners of Ji Xuan's lips were slightly hooked, and a smile flashed in the depths of his dark red pupils. He replied softly:
"it is good."
in the building.
The iron doors were closed, and the gray walls were covered with traces of random graffiti. There was no popularity in the whole building, only the steady sound of footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
The autumn sun shone through the blurry, dirty glass, barely illuminating the gloomy surroundings.
After that murder case, the residents of this building moved out one after another, and together with the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk that happened later, it has almost become an abandoned empty building.
Ye Jia walked forward alone, his tall and straight figure was outlined by the shimmering light, which appeared particularly clear and distinct in the gloomy corridor.
The little black hand grabbed his shoulder tightly and looked around, looking for any clues.
They go deeper and deeper.
The little black hand asked: "Hey... Speaking of which, why did you suddenly remember to come back here?"
"There are so many skinned girls, there are so many places where they died, is there anything special here?" It scratched his palm and asked in confusion: "Besides, didn't the people in your administration already inspect this place? Has it been once?"
Ye Jia looked into the darkness in the distance and said:
"Why would a young girl enter this building alone?"
His eyes swept silently across the corridor in front of him and the locked rooms, and continued: "The file says that there are no relatives or friends of her in this building, and her address is elsewhere in the city. On the other hand, however, she took the ghost bus and ran across most of the city, just to die in this building, why do you think?"
The little black hand was stunned: "You mean...?"
"Yes." Ye Jia nodded, his pale eyes narrowed slightly, looking around at the particularly gloomy environment in front of him, and said calmly:
"Where they died is more important than who died."
- The location of this building is the key point.
They moved on, searching inch by inch for any odd fluctuations.
At this moment, Ye Jia's cell phone rang.
He switched on the phone, and there was a buzzing sound from the microphone. Wei Yue's voice came from the other side of the microphone intermittently. Her voice sounded a little unsteady: "... basement... come on... "
She seems to have found something.
Ye Jia was refreshed.
He stuffed the phone back into his pocket and rushed towards the basement as fast as he could.
The light in the basement was even dim, and the overhead lamps flickered slightly, making a sizzling sound, illuminating the messy and dirty blank walls.
There was a gloomy, rancid smell in the air.
Wei Yue stood at the end of the corridor, his beautiful face was slightly dark, and he was clenching the buzzing chainsaw in his hand. The wall in front of him had been violently broken.
Inside the wall, countless dried up corpses appeared, and the skulls were stacked on top of each other. They all took on an almost mummified form, as if all the water in the flesh had been drained, and the gray-brown skin collapsed tightly on the bones. Each face showed a distorted and painful expression, and behind the bones, there was a huge totem, which was deeply branded on the wall, as if it had merged with the wall. , looks terrifying.
The other two came one after another.
blast gasped in surprise: "What is this?!"
Although Chen Qingye looked much calmer, his chest, which also rose and fell slightly faster, also showed that he was not very calm.
Ye Jia turned his head to look at Chen Qingye and said, "Have you brought the map?"
Chen Qingye nodded and took out a map of city m from his backpack.
Ye Jia spread out the map on the open ground, and then stretched out his hand: "Pen."
Chen Qingye handed Ye Jia the pencil he brought.
Ye Jia first found the location of the building on the map, marked it, and then raised his eyes to look at Chen Qingye: "Where are the bodies of the other skinned girls found?"
Chen Qingye crouched down beside the map, and clicked his finger on the city map:
"Here, and here..."
After marking, Ye Jia turned to look at Wei Yue: "Where is the woman whose heart was dug out?"
Wei Yue pointed out.
After Ye Jia marked the places where all the bodies were found, he circled four places again.
Three known wells.
There is also a well that was bought by Ji Xuan.
Finally, with a slight pause, he smoothed out the folded corner of the city, and slowly drew a circle on the cemetery in the suburb of the city.
Ye Jia connected all the points in chronological order.
The other three watched his movements for unknown reasons. Wei Yue frowned, tilted his head, looked at the pattern on the map, and asked, "What is this?"
At this time, the little black hand came out from Ye Jia's shoulder, and after observing the pattern in front of him for a while, it suddenly said:
"This is the door."
Everyone was shocked, and they all looked at the little black hand.
The little black hand was startled and instinctively shrank back, but was caught by Ye Jia in the palm of his hand.
Ye Jia frowned slightly: "Door?"
The little black hand shook his fingers and said, "Yes, I told you before, all our ghosts came out of the door."
—One day, the door suddenly opened.
— The door is there, and you can come out as long as you see it.
It added: "However, the one we went through was a small gate only two or three metres high."
Little Black Hand looked at the map and continued:
"I've never seen such a big door before."