"Head." Lu Yingjiu turned Jing Xian's head back again, "Look carefully, what are you holding?"
Jing Xian took another quick look and said, "Mace."
Oh, Lu Yingjiu thought, this sheep ghost is quite advanced, knowing how to use tools. If they knew how to make fire by rubbing two sticks together, they might be able to roast themselves.
The slaughterhouse, the corridor, the monster, and the mace dragging on the ground are very suitable for the villains in horror movies. I also don't know what kind of resentment this sheep had before dying.
The sheep ghost grabbed the bull's head with one hand and smashed the ground with a mace with the other. With a casual swing, the mace hit the disinfection cabinet, directly deforming the thick cabinet! The metal was hideously dented, flew out and hit the wall, and then fell heavily to the ground. Several pieces of metal flew out and hit the cabinet where Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian were hiding, leaving several dents immediately.
Even with the talisman paper, Lu Yingjiu unconsciously held his breath.
The sheep ghost smashed several disinfection cabinets and collapsed a table with one foot. After a series of impotent rage, it seemed that it finally believed that the intruder had left the room.
"Meh—"
He turned suddenly and walked quickly to the corridor. The dragging sound gradually faded away.
Lu Yingjiu Jingxian then quietly stood up.
Lu Yingjiu walked to where Yang Gui had just stood.
Unexpectedly, the human-skin bull head was still in the disinfection cabinet. Since the sheep ghost didn't want others to touch it, why did he take it away
Jing Xian seemed to see his confusion and added: "That ghost only has one hand... or one hoof. If he takes the mace, he can't take the bull's head."
"How does Hoof hold the mace steady?"
Jing Xian was silent for a moment: "It was clamped between the hooves."
Lu Yingjiu imagined the scene, and it seemed that he didn't look very smart. He thought for a few seconds: "Let's take the bull head away, it might be useful." He smiled at Jing Xian, "You take it."
So Jing Xian held the ox head by its horn in one hand and followed Lu Yingjiu to the corridor.
Lu Yingjiu said, "There's a bit of human scent on that ghost, so it must have been in contact with someone recently. Let's get things straight, and then let Xiao Li and Chen Yanyan in." He turned on his phone, ready to send a message to Xiao Li, but found there was no signal.
Lu Yingjiu: "... This plot is too classic." Then he made a gesture.
Ask gods for help.
The figure of the little black beast gradually appeared at his feet. The black mass blended into the background, and only the two white teeth of the beast could be seen when it smiled.
"Ah!" He screamed and began to rub Lu Yingjiu's ankle.
Lu Yingjiu rubbed his furry head and said, "Go, tell Xiao Li and the others not to come in yet."
The little black beast took its short legs and rolled away as fast as a ball, disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Jing Xian asked: "Shall we catch up?"
"Hey," Lu Yingjiu shook his head and said, "This human-skin bull head reminds me of the cloud-weaving technique you just mentioned. The Chen family originally made masks under the name of a slaughterhouse - no matter how you put it, this thing is a bit weird. If it caused some resentment during the production, I wouldn't be surprised at all. I want to find the place where they make the masks directly."
He turned on the flashlight on his phone again, but the light didn't come on after several attempts.
Lu Yingjiu: “…classic.”
He was about to pinch a piece of talisman paper when Jing Xian suddenly stopped him: "Wouldn't the fluctuation of talisman paper easily attract the attention of ghosts?"
"That's what I said," Lu Yingjiu said, "You have to believe in my ability. It won't be so easy to be exposed."
"But there is still this risk, right?" Jing Xian said without hesitation, pressing down his talisman paper with one hand and holding his shoulder with the other, "It's really a waste of talent to have such a good tool like me."
“You must have learned idioms from Xiao Li. This word can be used to describe people…” Lu Yingjiu held his forehead with his hand.
Jing Xian just smiled and said, "As long as you understand what I mean."
What Jingxian said makes sense, this is indeed the best option.
Somehow, Jing Xian became smart about the talisman paper issue. Lu Yingjiu pondered for a while and felt that it was because Jing Xian had not taken it seriously before.
Jing Xian held him all the way, and they walked around the scattered things on the ground with precision. They continued to walk forward, and the ghost wall disappeared. They left the knife disinfection room, walked through the empty wholesale hall and the operation room, and suddenly heard a dull sound.
Bang!
After a few seconds, there were a few more sounds.
Bang! Bang!
The sound probably came from the left. Jing Xian looked at the sign in the dark and said, "The cold storage area and the head and hoof processing room are on the left. Let's go over and take a look?"
"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded.
The two walked along the corridor, and the banging sound got closer and closer until they reached the cold storage at the end of the corridor. When they got closer, they could hear clearly that it was the knocking sound coming from deep inside the cold storage!
The temperature of the cold storage where meat is stored in the slaughterhouse is about -18 to -25 degrees. Now it is summer. If someone is locked in there with thin clothes, how long can he survive? Generally speaking, for safety reasons, the cold storage door now has a switch inside to ensure that people who are accidentally locked in can leave.
But this slaughterhouse was built many years ago, and it is very likely that there are no such safety measures. Moreover, there is a strong yin energy on this door, which blocks the entry.
The knocking on the door continued.
Is that a human? Or is it a ghost
In a flash, Lu Yingjiu thought of many possibilities, but instinctively pulled out a piece of talisman paper and flicked it lightly.
The talisman paper caught fire, illuminating the heavy cold storage door in front of them.
This was a wooden frame freezer door used in the early years, and it was opened manually. Lu Yingjiu threw talismans on his own body - the little black beast was sent away by him, and he had no way to summon the gods, so he could only use this method to strengthen his strength.
He threw out two more talismans, which flew through the air and wrapped around the door handle accurately. Then he held one of the handles tightly: "Pull the other side!"
Jing Xian grabbed the other handle upon hearing this.
After the talisman paper was wrapped around it, the negative energy on the door instantly disappeared. It was just an ordinary, stuck door, and gradually began to tremble under their force.
Lu Yingjiu's forehead was sweating, and because he used too much force, the joints on his hands were obvious and the veins were about to pop out. The situation was urgent, and he didn't notice that there was a gap on the iron door handle. The sharp damage scratched his palm, and a trace of blood slowly dripped down his white wrist in the firelight.
The red and white are distinct.
Jing Xian: “…”
Lu Yingjiu was still trying hard when he suddenly heard a clear "click!" followed by an extremely horrifying sound of metal being bent.
He turned his head and saw Jing Xian exerting force, the muscles in his hands tensed, and he directly pulled the entire metal door off! !
Road welcomes wine:
He felt that his expression at this moment must be very dull.
Jing Xian pushed the metal door against the wall and saw three or four people falling out of the cold storage.
They were probably leaning against the cold storage door, but now the door was gone, and the people fell out and fell on the ground, with their fingertips all turning blue and white.
Fortunately, they did not seem to have lost consciousness, and their arms were still moving stiffly.
Lu Yingjiu and Jingxian helped up the person at the top and felt that his skin was not too cold, so it seemed that the situation was not serious.
After turning the man over, Lu Yingjiu's breathing stagnated for a moment—
This person has no face!
The skin on his face was intact, but his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears were all gone, just bare. The other people were exactly the same, without any facial features. No wonder I didn't hear them calling for help just now, it turned out they didn't have a mouth at all.
What's going on
Lu Yingjiu was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "Give me that bull head!"
He took the human-skin bull head from Jing Xian's hand and pulled out a blank talisman paper. His hand was injured, and now it was just right, so he stained it with blood.
He dipped his fingertips in blood, drew a strange rune, and flicked it lightly, and the rune paper began to burn.
This time the fire was very dim. He held the talisman paper close to the bull's head and searched bit by bit.
The "Cloud Weaving Technique" was a secret that could not be passed on. Outsiders like him could never get to the core of it. He had only seen relevant records in many ancient books and unofficial histories, and he had worked with the exorcist of the Chen family, so he knew a general idea.
He is truly gifted.
If I could get along with the Chen family for a few more years, I would probably be able to learn from them.
The firelight illuminated the human skin in his hands.
Generally speaking, the edge marks of human skin/masks are clearly visible.
But with this special talisman paper, I can barely see some flaws.
Lu Yingjiu held his breath and concentrated, using the light of the fire to slowly find the boundaries of the human skin.
The scene was somewhat horrifying. There were a few wriggling, frozen, faceless men lying on the ground. He was holding a bull's head made of human skin in his hand. Jing Xian, who was standing next to him and burning talisman paper for him, had red light flashing in his eyes. He looked terrifyingly eerie, and his whole body revealed the oppression of an impending storm.
Jing Xian just stared at the wound on Lu Yingjiu's hand with an expressionless face - the blood was still slowly oozing out.
Lu Yingjiu slowly moved the talisman paper, and suddenly felt a warmth on the back of his hand.
It was Jingxian who held his injured hand.
He gently rubbed the wound with his fingertips, and after a cool feeling, the pain disappeared and the bleeding stopped immediately.
The situation was urgent, and Lu Yingjiu didn't want to say anything more. He just nodded slightly to express his gratitude and continued to observe the bull head.
In the light of the fire, he keenly discovered that there was a slightly noticeable crack on the edge of the bull's head.
Like the tiny cracks where wallpaper joins.
He touched it carefully with his fingers, feeling almost nothing. He drew the short knife from his waist and pointed the tip of the knife at the gap.
Only when facing a small goal, people will find out how much their hands shake. The more anxious they are, the more they shake, just like having Parkinson's disease. But Lu Yingjiu's hands were extremely steady, as if his breathing and heartbeat could not shake the blade. He raised his hand and cut a hole along the gap with incredible precision.
He continued to cut like this until the gap was big enough, so he put away the short knife and directly lifted the human skin from the crack. A few drops of blood appeared at the crack, and he peeled it gently, and the whole human skin was torn off from the bull's head. It swayed in his hand, wrinkled, as if it was the skin of a newborn baby.
The human skin was still warm, and should belong to one of these faceless men.
The bull's head was much larger than a human's head, but when it was taken off, the skin seemed to shrink back to its normal size automatically.
Just as Lu Yingjiu set his eyes on the faceless man, wanting to see whose face it was, he saw Jing Xian had already searched everyone's pockets and took out one or two wallets.
He opened his wallet and found his ID card. He then looked at the human skin and pointed at one of them and said, "This looks like him—Yang Tianle."
Lu Yingjiu took a look and could indeed tell it was the same face.
Jing Xian helped the man named Yang Tianle up and leaned him against the wall. The man was obviously extremely frightened and didn't know who was next to him. His frozen hands grasped at the air, but he was too weak to put up any effective resistance.
Lu Yingjiu squatted down in front of the man, took the human skin, and said, regardless of whether the other party could hear her or not, "It will be a little painful next, just bear with it."
Then he gently covered it with the human skin.
The moment the two touched, the human skin seemed to melt onto the face. And Yang Tianle's body suddenly thrust upwards!
Even without making any sound or expression, others could feel his pain. His frozen body was in pain, and he burst out with amazing strength. He was shaking all over, his hands were scratching in the air, his feet were kicking lightly, and his head was shaking constantly - this shaking was quickly stopped by Jing Xian, who held down both sides of Yang Tianle's head to allow Lu Yingjiu to continue to press his face against it.
Lu Yingjiu's movements were quick and light, and in just five or six seconds, he put his entire face on it.
Eyes, nose, mouth, ears... in short, everything.
Yang Tianle opened his eyes and opened his mouth: "Ahhhh! It hurts!"
He had little strength left, but his momentum was strong and his voice was not loud.
Lu Yingjiu held him down: "Shh! Keep your voice down, there are ghosts here!"
It took Yang Tianle a few seconds to understand what he said, then he immediately stopped talking and trembled.
His eyes fell on the other faceless men, and he was stunned for a moment, then staggered towards them.
Lu Yingjiu whispered, "They are all still alive, but their faces have been taken away."
“I, I, I, I know.” Yang Tianle nodded repeatedly, his teeth chattering, “I saw it! We saw it!”
Most people don't have the ability to see ghosts and gossips.
But if you encounter a ghost, few people can see the ghost clearly even when they are frightened.
"Your face is stuck to this bull's head." Lu Yingjiu said, "Your companion should be in the same situation."
Now, the bull's head looked particularly ferocious because it was not covered with skin, only the red and white flesh was exposed. Yang Tianle took a look and almost retched, and unconsciously touched his face again.
Lu Yingjiu extended his hand: "Can you stand up? We have to leave quickly. The noise here is too loud. The ghost must have noticed it."
Yang Tianle quickly grabbed his hand and stood up against the wall.
They slowly helped the others up.
Being completely deprived of the five senses is a very terrifying thing, enough to drive people crazy. They can't see, hear, speak, or even smell anything. The whole world is dark and chaotic. They can still breathe, but in fact, they are no different from the dead.
Yang Tianle reacted quite quickly and calmed down in such a short time.
He pulled the hands of those people one by one and gently tapped their knuckles twice. Those people were originally very calm, but after being touched by him, they calmed down.
He swallowed and explained, "This is our secret code. Once when we went to a haunted house, we agreed that if the ghost disguised himself as one of us and we couldn't tell them apart, we would use 'tap twice on the other person's knuckles' as our secret code to help us distinguish between friend and foe."
Lu Yingjiu nodded and said, "Let them hold hands, then hold their hands and follow me."
So, a group of people who were almost frozen to death held hands and walked in the corridor, swaying from side to side, like kindergarten children or a group of penguins.
Apart from the sound of their footsteps, the corridor was quiet.
It seemed like the sheep ghost just now didn't notice it at all.
Yang Tianle said that he roughly remembered which direction the exit was, so everyone headed there slowly - they would consider how to save the others' faces after they were safe outside.
Lu Yingjiu asked: "Why did you come here?"
"We are the host of the ghost hunting program." Yang Tianle's voice was still shaking. "We are the host of the 'Two-Faced Buddha' program, you should know us. We heard that this place seems to be haunted, so we wanted to come and take a look. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly..."
In fact, they have been to many haunted places and have some basic skills in exorcising ghosts.
I didn't expect it to fail this time.
Yang Tianle began to tremble again: "Hey, do you think their faces can be taken away?"
"It depends on your luck." Lu Yingjiu said, "No one is as lucky as you."
"Oh oh." Yang Tianle lowered his head.
Jing Xian pointed to the sign to the right: "Just around the corner, that should be the back door exit."
As soon as the words fell, there was a sharp friction sound!
“Sizzle—sizzle—”
“Sizzle—sizzle—”
Faster and faster!
Getting closer!
When Yang Tianle heard the voice, his scalp went numb and his legs almost went weak and he fell to his knees. However, Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian supported him from both sides in tacit understanding and stabilized him.
Lu Yingjiu whispered, "Go quickly and hide."
With so many cold-blooded faceless men, he would never risk other people's lives.
When I looked up, I saw the words "slaughterhouse" written next to it and the door was locked.
Lu Yingjiu looked at Jing Xian: "Can you open it?"
Jing Xian instinctively wanted to say yes, but then he thought, he had just removed the cold storage door in front of Lu Yingjiu, so there seemed no need to act. So he kicked the iron door open: "Come in!"
Yang Tianle:
He once thought that he had slept in a cold storage for 70 years like Captain America, and when he woke up, human beings had evolved.
Several faceless men slowly moved into the slaughter room.
The equipment in the slaughterhouse had been almost cleared away, and it was very empty. Only a few iron tables, rusty steel tracks in the air, and the tube-rail meat hooks and bleeding chains above were left. Just by looking at them, one could almost smell the blood.
There was nowhere to hide in the house, except for a solid iron table at the end. Lu Yingjiu pointed there and said, "Take them over there!"
Yang Tianle nodded and led his companions over. The four of them hid behind the table obediently like little chickens.
Lu Yingjiu took out some talisman papers.
Talisman paper drawn with blood will be much more powerful and evil, and is rarely used by exorcists.
Lu Yingjiu was confident that he could suppress this evil, so, after Gu Jingxian had just stopped his bleeding, he bit his finger again, letting a few streaks of blood flow out, and hastily drew them on the talisman paper - just one or two simple strokes to outline smooth lines.
Just now he had only two people to avoid the ghosts. But now there were more people, and they were ordinary people who didn't know how to control their breath, so they needed powerful runes.
He drew six or seven pictures in a row and gave half to Jingxian: "Stick one on each window."
Then he went to the door himself, carefully pasted the talisman on the door, and then wrapped it around the door handle.
In this way, a temporary barrier was formed, blocking the breath of the attacker.
“Sizzle—sizzle—”
Judging from the sound, the sheep ghost started running, and the footsteps were just a few meters away!
Lu Yingjiu didn't have time to hide with those people, so he simply sat down against the wall.
At the same time, the dragging sound stopped at the door!
The sheep ghost sniffed the scent, parted his lips, and looked around.
The demon was completely confused by the talisman paper set up by Lu Yingjiu: in its view, the human breath seemed to be dispersed and ran in the same direction.
After smelling it all, he didn't understand what was happening and stood there, hesitating.
It seems that it can be fooled.
Lu Yingjiu held the talisman paper tightly, not daring to let his guard down. Suddenly, a person appeared beside him silently, and it was Jing Xian who came over.
Lu Yingjiu was just about to signal Jingxian not to move—
Crash!
There was a strong wind overhead, and the glass suddenly exploded! Fragments fell everywhere, and just like last time, they were all caught by Jing Xian, and none of them fell on Lu Yingjiu.
The sheep ghost held the mace and smashed the glass directly. The hard window frame was broken by the hammer. If a person was hit by this, the spine would probably be broken.
The sheep obviously sensed something, and stretched its entire head into the room, sniffing around above their heads.
Lu Yingjiu was right under it, and the ghost got closer, and the surroundings were extremely cold.
He didn't feel scared, he just wondered: What had happened
After half a second, he realized that it was his hand that was cut by the door. It was not a big deal if he bit his finger himself, but other external injuries could be easily noticed by ghosts.
It seems that we have no choice but to fight.
Just as he was about to throw away the talisman paper, his hand was suddenly grabbed by Jing Xian.
The force is not strong.
Then Jingxian hugged him in his arms.
This hug was different from the previous one. It was like an ordinary hug, as if to protect him completely under his body, even to cover his breath. In the darkness, Lu Yingjiu smelled the familiar cold fragrance again. Jing Xian's chin was against his hair. He was completely enveloped by Jing Xian's shadow, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other was heard in his ears.
His hand was being held, perhaps it was his illusion, Jing Xian gently stroked his wound.
—Jingxian is in a very bad mood.
Lu Yingjiujiu wondered why he had the leisure to think about such things at this critical moment.
He also knew where this conclusion came from.
But he just knew it.
The sheep ghost was sniffing above their heads.
was confused again: why did the breath just now disappear
He was extremely willing to do this, and broke two or three windows at random, then walked away bleating and dragging his mace.
Only after the sheep ghost had completely gone away did the four little chickens hiding behind the table stick their heads out. Jing Xian also pulled Lu Yingjiu to stand up.
Yang Tianle whispered, "Let's go quickly."
"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded.
They led their men and continued along the original route. Sure enough, after the corner ahead was the back door exit.
The exit was originally a small door.
Now the door is gone.
Yang Tianle's face turned pale. "It's possible. The floor plan says that the back door is here. I've seen it so many times, there's no way I can remember it wrong."
Lu Yingjiu touched the wall and got a hand full of dust: "There are ghosts here, anything is possible. But no matter what, there will be a way out."
"Where is the road?"
"Perhaps we can find the object of the ghost's obsession, fulfill its wish, and then find a way out." Lu Yingjiu said, "But this method is too complicated, and there are too many unpredictable factors. I choose to kill it directly."
Yang Tianle: “…”
He took another look at the young man in front of him. He looked so good-looking and handsome, and the words he said were exactly right.
Lu Yingjiu looked at him and said seriously: "With you here, I dare not fight with the ghost I am familiar with. This ghost is definitely not weak, I have to find a place for you to hide first."
The hidden place...
Yang Tianle suddenly had an idea: "I know! We are here to find the basement!"
"Basement?" Lu Yingjiu asked.
"Yes, it is said that they are doing something secretly in the basement. That basement should be very hidden. If we find it, we can hide there."
Lu Yingjiu hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Do you know the approximate direction?"
"I know! It's not far away!"
The group moved slowly in the darkness again.
The place that Yang Tianle mentioned was far away, and it turned out to be not far, just two corners away.
When passing by the wall, Lu Yingjiu noticed something was wrong, and waved a talisman paper. The talisman paper fell lightly on the wall, the wall disappeared, and the stairs towards the wall appeared.
Yang Tianle was so surprised that he was speechless, and hurriedly led his people to the front.
Halfway through the walk, he looked back and said, "Then you two..."
He was stunned for a moment.
Although it was very dark, I could still make out some outlines after my eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Lu Yingjiu had originally been standing side by side with Jing Xian, but now Lu Yingjiu was the only one left on the stairs.
Yang Tianle: "Uh, did someone see you? Your friend?"
"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu's face was as gloomy as water, and there was no expression on his face.
Jingxian disappeared.
"Ah! What should we do then?" Yang Tianle was stunned. "Are you saying that the ghost is very strong? Could he have been captured by the ghost?"
…
“Sizzle—sizzle—”
The whole corridor was filled with this sound, hollow and terrifying. The meat hooks were swaying slightly in the room, rusty knives were scattered in the corners, and there was blood on the table that had dried for decades, and it was hard to tell whether it was human blood or animal blood.
The sheep ghost dragged the mace and walked continuously, splitting his lips and constantly catching the breath.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
The handsome man stood against the wall.
As if waiting for the arrival of the.
It's a living person!
The sheep ghost instantly became excited, rubbed his hooves on the ground, and bent his knees to speed up. His strong hind legs gave him a terrifying speed, and he ran very fast. The mace rubbed against the ground, creating a string of bright sparks!
The sparks brightened the darkness, and before they could go out, the sheep ghost had already rushed in front of Jing Xian.
Jing Xian was already very tall, but he was still shorter than this ghost that was two meters and five inches tall - or perhaps it could be said that everyone was so small in front of it.
Swing the mace high!
In one second, my eyes became heavier and the world spun in my eyes.
From the angle it could see, countless ghost hands stretched out from the ground and the wall, grabbing its entire body, from sharp horns to thick fur to powerful hooves. Sharp laughter rang in its ears, and the terrifying ghosts cheered. The ghost hands exerted their strength together, twisting its body into a bloody mist!
The body dissipated, but the head remained, rolling to the ground.
The sheep ghost watched Jing Xian approaching. He wanted to utter some ghostly mutterings, begging for forgiveness, but all the sounds were blocked, leaving only eternal silence.
At the last moment of his life, he suddenly realized who was in front of him.
yes-
Jing Xian looked down at him condescendingly and crushed his head with one foot.