Lu Yingjiu finally fell asleep in the car.
And just as Jing Xian expected, he was leaning against the back of the chair, but soon he began to sway from side to side, and his head rested on his father's shoulder.
Jing Xian's mood was not so relaxed.
Lu Yingjiu probably realized that he was not a human, but he had no evidence.
He didn't mean to hide his identity, it's just that this matter... is a bit awkward and pretentious to talk about.
—He didn’t want Lu Yingjiu to know that he had helped him.
When facing someone who has helped him for many years, no matter who it is, he will put on a filter. Moreover, Lu Yingjiu pays attention to favors, if someone helps him, he will definitely return it double.
Jing Xian was thinking, what if Lu Yingjiu knew the truth, what if Lu Yingjiu really liked him, then how much of the love she felt was real? Could it be that her love was not pure
What he wanted Lu Yingjiu to like was not a "ghost marriage partner" but "Jingxian".
Jing Xian didn't know whether he should spend this much time thinking about it or whether he should have this kind of concern. He didn't think about these things on weekdays. There was no need for him to be so meticulous and cautious. It was always others who had to guess his identity.
But it's different now.
He had faced thousands of ghosts and the abyss, but he had never faced the person he loved. The cruelty and violence of ghosts and the capriciousness of the abyss all submitted to him, but none of them could compare to Lu Yingjiu's eyes. He still remembered the day they first met, how his hand trembled slightly when he was holding the other person, with nervousness, joy and excitement.
In short, this was the first time that the Ghost King was cowardly.
Jing Xian was just like this, with a touch of pretentiousness and awkwardness, and perhaps a little overconfident in his masculine charm, hiding his true identity and refusing to reveal it.
But right now, things seem to be going nowhere.
Jing Xian had a headache, but when he turned his head, he saw Lu Yingjiu leaning on his shoulder - he always looked extremely relaxed when he slept, with his handsome eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he looked as quiet as a painting.
Jing Xian's mood suddenly became better again.
Well, when the time comes, there will always be a way out.
After getting off the highway, they walked slowly along a deserted road, and after several turns they arrived at the entrance of the slaughterhouse. The car was blocked by a rusty horizontal bar in the parking lot, and was surrounded by tall walls.
Xiao Li muttered, "What should we do? How about we just park the car here and walk in?"
Jing Xian said, "Just break through the railing and go in."
Xiao Li laughed dryly, thinking that the joke was not funny, but he saw Jing Xian's serious expression in the rearview mirror. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he was shocked: So this guy is serious? !
Jing Xian urged again: "Why don't you bump into it?"
He exuded a strong sense of oppression, and Xiao Li could hear a simple sentence from him that sounded like "If you don't take action now, I'm going to kill you."
Xiao Li looked at the brand new dashboard in the car, swallowed his saliva, and finally struggled: "You, your car is worth millions..."
"You don't have to pay." Jing Xian said, and suddenly he felt a lightness on his shoulders - Lu Ying sobered up, sat up straight, looked at the two of them dazedly, and casually threw out a piece of talisman paper.
The talisman paper seemed to have a soul. It rode the wind and gently wrapped half a circle around the end of the horizontal bar, then suddenly tightened it!
The rusty railing made a harsh sound, and the fragile end gradually deformed, and then with a crisp sound, the crossbar broke.
Lu Yingjiu raised the talisman in his hand, glanced at the two of them, and said in a sleepy voice: "One of the simplest talismans."
Little Li, who is not very good at learning: "..."
Jing Xian, who has no skills at all: "…"
The car drove in and turned a corner, and we saw a huge gray building.
The building was not tall, maybe only one or two stories, but it was very wide. The outer wall was a dead grey, and perhaps because people knew there had been evil spirits in it, it always looked chilly. The corners were overgrown with weeds and vines, and the windows were either broken or so dirty that you couldn't see inside. Further away was a low, blue-white staff dormitory, which no one had been to for many years.
Returning to this place, Chen Yanyan was obviously very nervous. She clenched her hands and looked out the window.
Xiao Li stopped the car in an empty parking lot, and the four of them got out. Chen Yanyan pointed at the gray building with her white finger and said, "That's where I played the game. Do we really want to go in?"
"Yes." Lu Yingjiu nodded. "The ghost in you is very special. We must take it seriously to ensure that it is completely eliminated. If necessary, we will even have to re-enact the ceremony to summon it, that is, re-enact your game scene."
Chen Yanyan's face turned pale again, but she still said, "As long as it can be solved, I'm willing to do anything."
When they arrived in front of the building, the iron door was closed and there was some red paint on it. It was hard to see what was written on it. At first glance, it looked like dried blood. Xiao Li pushed the door hard, but it didn't move at all and was locked.
There was a window next to it, and the inside of the glass was probably covered with paper, so nothing could be seen clearly. Lu Yingjiu tried to pull it open, and the window made a "creaking" sound that made his scalp tingle. Every inch of the rusty parts complained, and it finally opened.
He glanced at Chen Yanyan and said, "Wait for me to come over and open the door for you." Then he supported himself on the windowsill with one hand and climbed over lightly.
The room was dark, with only a beam of light coming from the window behind him, and he could clearly see the dust dancing in the air. He quickly looked around: ten upright iron cabinets, a wooden bench in the middle, a pair of blue work clothes hanging on the wall, and shoe covers on the floor, all covered with a few centimeters of dust.
It's a changing room, no wonder they cover the glass with paper.
Lu Yingjiu was about to open the door and go to the corridor when the light suddenly dimmed.
Behind him, Jing Xian also climbed in through the window.
He said, “Why are you here too?”
"It's so boring staying outside." Jing Xian smiled, "Let's go, go, go." He opened the door of the locker room, and there was no light outside. He turned around and stretched out his hand to Lu Yingjiu.
Lu Yingjiu: “?”
Jing Xian said: "I have good night vision and can see clearly in the dark. If you hold my hand, you won't be afraid of bumping into anything."
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight. The bright light instantly illuminated the dark corridor. Then he looked at Jing Xian with a subtle look and said, "Thank you, but I have a cell phone." He also showed Jing Xian the flashlight symbol and taught him, "Click this and you can use it."
Jing Xian: “…”
He had completely forgotten about anything, coughed, and took out his cell phone to turn on the flashlight.
When they reached the corridor, Lu Yingjiu walked in front and Jing Xian followed behind.
The corridor was more winding than they had imagined, and they didn't know how it was designed. They had to go around a long way to get back to the main entrance. Lu Yingjiu looked around and shone the light on the signs along the way. They passed the disinfection pool, toilet, quarantine room and slaughterhouse in turn. All the doors were locked, revealing a cold rejection.
Jing Xian said as he walked: "Why is the Chen family's 'Cloud Weaving Technique' you mentioned earlier called this? What is the meaning?"
"Oh." Lu Yingjiu said, "Rumor has it that the Chen family had an ancestor named 'Chen Zhiyun'. She was good at weaving and embroidery, but her family was poor and lived in a small thatched house next to a mass grave. There were often corpses exposed in the mass graves, and no one buried them. One day, Chen Zhiyun passed by and saw a beautiful woman whose body was thrown into the wild. Seeing that the woman was beautiful, she suddenly had an idea: 'How great would it be if I had the same appearance?'"
He continued, "So, Chen Zhiyun brought the body home and cut off her face with a knife. She had a pair of deft hands, so she sewed and patched it up a little, and then covered her face with the human skin. When she looked in the mirror, she was radiant."
"After that, Chen Zhiyun was welcomed. Everyone thought she was new and treated her better than ever before. However, human skin can only be preserved for a short time. Soon her face rotted away, and Chen Zhiyun became just an ordinary Chen Zhiyun again. No one would even look at her twice when she passed by on the street."
They turned a corner and came upon the knife disinfection room.
Jing Xian asked: "So, Chen Zhiyun just wants to get a good-looking appearance back?"
"Yes." Lu Yingjiu nodded. "She went to the mass grave every day after that. She not only picked up the bodies outside, but also dug up the bodies that had just been buried. She cut off the faces of almost all the female corpses she could find, and took them home to carefully paint. Most of the dead had pale faces, so she used her own blood as paint to put rouge and lipstick on them."
After saying this, he looked back and saw the empty corridor behind him.
"What's the matter?" Jing Xian asked.
"Something is following us, but it's not a human." Lu Yingjiu said. His tone was very relaxed when he said this, as if he was saying, "It's a nice day today." He glanced at Jing Xian and teased, "Don't tell me you didn't notice it."
Jing Xian said confidently: "No, I didn't notice."
Lu Yingjiu laughed, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not.
The light from the cell phone shone across the corridor as they walked past the knife sterilization room.
Lu Yingjiu continued to tell the story: "What bothered Chen Zhiyun the most was that she couldn't keep the same face for a long time. She was always changing masks and identities, but what she longed for was a stable and wealthy life. So, she tried to cut off the skin from other parts of the corpse and paint on it herself - just like the 'painted skin' in 'Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio', slowly drawing out delicate eyebrows and eyes."
"She succeeded in the end, relying on her good looks to marry a high-ranking official, and everything went smoothly from then on. Unlike traditional supernatural stories, there was no Taoist priest who suddenly appeared to expose her lies. Her skill of making human skin/masks was passed down and was also called 'cloud weaving technique'."
"It sounds very interesting." Jing Xian said, "If I have the chance, I would like to see it with my own eyes."
"Maybe there will be a chance today." Lu Yingjiu shone the light of his mobile phone upwards.
All they saw was the sign that said “Knife Disinfection Room” still hanging above their heads.
They walked for so long and then came back.
Confused
At this moment, the door of the disinfection room opened silently. Lu Yingjiu didn't care about anything and walked in directly.
Most of the equipment had been moved away, leaving only a lonely UV knife sterilizer and a table in the corner. The sterilizer was about half a person's height, and the yin energy came from inside. Lu Yingjiu opened the sterilizer and saw a bull's head inside.
—It’s not quite accurate to say it’s a bull’s head.
There is no hair on the cow's head. Judging from the texture, it is completely human skin. Under the flashlight, you can clearly see the texture of the skin and the tiny sweat hairs. The color is the same as the skin. Even the eyes are not huge cow eyes, but narrow human eyes, with dilated black pupils... It's like a living person turned into a cow!
“…” Lu Yingjiu’s expression froze slightly.
He was just about to take out the talisman paper, wrap it around his hands, and then touch the human-skin bull head, but Jing Xian stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the talisman paper, don't touch it, it's dirty."
He took the talisman paper from Lu Yingjiu's hand, wrapped it around his hand twice, and then held out the ox head. When he held out the ox head, the air became a little colder, and white air came out of their mouths.
Lu Yingjiu looked at Niutou carefully, and suddenly heard a loud "bang" coming from the corridor!
In the complete silence, there was a thunderous sound, enough to scare anyone to jump. The two of them were quite calm, just looking at each other, and then they heard the harsh sound of metal objects rubbing against the ground.
“Sizzle—sizzle—”
The voice sounded extremely strange, reminiscent of the perverted killers in the movies who dragged a knife or stick on the ground. The surrounding yin energy rolled up, and the person who came spoke in a strange tone with a whisper.
"n… de… l… #!*"
"z…nal…!!$#"
Lu Yingjiu listened for a while but didn't understand, so he asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Jing Xian replied: "It seems to be saying, 'Where is your face?'"
"Oh—" Lu Yingjiu said in a long tone, "It turns out that you can understand all kinds of nonsense. You are also gifted." He patted Jingxian's shoulder meaningfully.
Jing Xian smiled and said, "I have been accused of talking nonsense since I was a child. Maybe this is why I have improved my skills."
The sound was getting closer and closer, and the monster was speeding up. Lu Yingjiu said again: "Put the bull head back into the cabinet first, and we will hide and see what happens."
Jing Xian stuffed the human-skin bull head back into the cabinet, closed the cabinet door, and was then pulled by Lu Yingjiu to hide behind the cabinet in the corner. The scattered disinfection cabinets and tables blocked their figures.
Lu Yingjiu gently pushed a disinfection cabinet in front of her so that she could see the door through the gap.
Jing Xian whispered, "Why are you hiding?"
There was no way Lu Yingjiu couldn't defeat the ghost that came. What's more, Lu Yingjiu had him with her.
Lu Yingjiu replied in a low voice: "Being careful is a good thing. Even the most capable person will inevitably fail one day."
He is not a coward, but for an exorcist, caution is always the trump card.
Jing Xian said no more and stayed obediently beside Lu Yingjiu.
In fact, he didn't care at all who came.
He was only worried about when Lu Yingjiu would reveal his true identity... and how he would apologize then.
One of them was thinking carefully, while the other was completely in love. They hid in the darkness with completely different thoughts.
The sound of metallic dragging stopped at the door.
The air was extremely cold, and Lu Yingjiu threw a piece of talisman paper on himself and Jing Xian to reduce the presence of breathing and heartbeat to the minimum. But even so, some sensitive ghosts could still detect it.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The dragging sound stopped for six or seven seconds. Just when Lu Yingjiu thought it was about to leave, he suddenly heard a "creak" and the door of the disinfection room was pushed open. Lu Yingjiu looked through the gap and saw a tall figure. Without light, he couldn't see clearly, and could only barely judge that the person was more than two meters tall, not like a normal person.
He thought of Jingxian saying that he had good night vision, so he waved to Jingxian. Jingxian came over, and the two of them squeezed together to look out.
A few seconds later, Jing Xian grabbed his hand and wrote a word on his palm with his fingertips.
sheep
The palm of his hand felt numb and itchy from being tickled, and Lu Yingjiu didn't understand what was going on for a moment.
Is it a sheep
The haunting in the slaughterhouse is quite unique.
The ghost dragged the metal object all the way to the disinfection cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and just happened to see the human-skinned bull head that they had touched. It took the bull head out, held it in its hand and sniffed it hard, making a rustling sound. After sniffing for a few seconds, it seemed to realize that someone had touched the bull head, and suddenly smashed it hard on the ground!
Boom!
It was so powerful that the entire floor was shaking. It let out an angry roar: "Baa! Baa baa baa!!"
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He is really a leader.
He was just about to let Jing Xian continue looking, but when he turned around, even through the thick darkness, he could vaguely see Jing Xian looking at him.
When they looked at each other, Jing Xian even smiled at him.
Lu Yingjiu took the wine in his hand, and adjusted Jingxian's head towards the sheep ghost, and whispered, "Watch carefully."
Jing Xian: “Hmmmm.”
Less than ten seconds later, the gaze shifted towards Lu Yingjiu again.
Lu Yingjiu pushed him straight with one hand and said, "Jingxian, what's wrong with you?"
He thought to himself that they were simply not on the same wavelength.
In the horror suspense story, he concentrates on finding clues and solving cases, while Jing Xian seems to come from a soap opera. He is sunny and bright all day long and doesn't care about monsters and ghosts at all. He can be described as naive.
It is very dangerous to have no vigilance at all.
Lu Yingjiu whispered, "Do you know who dies the fastest in horror movies?"
"Who?" Jing Xian asked.
"Both naive and love-minded, they are a perfect couple."
Jing Xian was a little surprised: "Are you talking about us?"
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He held his forehead and thought, Jing Xian is indeed hopeless.