"You said, would Wei Xian really believe it?"
In the dormitory, Guo Guo raised his chin and stared at the door, asking worriedly.
"If a person can persevere and fall into the same pit twice, there is a high probability that she will fall into the same pit a third time."
Tang Xinjue said.
From experience, Wei Xian has absolutely no resistance to this kind of verbal temptation, otherwise he wouldn't be the first victim of the transshipment technique.
"In contrast, what we need to worry about more is whether Wei Xian can persuade her master." After all, the other party is that old and cunning liar.
Listening to Tang Xinjue's analysis, Zhang You drew a bunch of logical lines on the paper, still frowning, and sighed, "I really can't count people's hearts, Xinjue, do you think the success rate is high?"
Tang Xinjue seemed relatively relaxed, and was still thinking about flushing the toilet in front of the sink, but the rubber head spit it out angrily.
"If we pretend to be Wei Xian to negotiate, if the imitation is not in place, it will make people suspicious. It is best for the real Wei Xian to do this, so as to maximize the success rate. Of course, even if it fails, it does not mean that there is no other way."
Fortunately, the development of the matter was as expected. Half a day later, Jin Wen sent a message:
—Success, hurry up.
In dormitory 612, Wei Xian stared at the phone screen, as if there were some ghosts and ghosts inside.
Master's warnings and angry reprimands were still in my ears, but a stronger desire for quick success overwhelmed reason and fear of Master, prompting her to make up an urgent reason, and then click the video button.
At the moment when the long-awaited connection request was finally connected, a fat man with big ears appeared on the other side of the screen with violent eyes: "What's the matter..."
A trace of fear finally appeared on Wei Xian's sluggish face. She opened her mouth to speak, but a voice that was clearly familiar but made her heart tense suddenly sounded in her ears:
"Since I'm looking for you, of course I have something important to do."
Several people turned their heads suddenly, only to realize that Jin Wen had quietly opened the door at some time, and the people in the next bedroom had already entered quickly one by one, and the person standing next to her was Tang Xinjue.
Wei Xian was shocked: "You guys!"
Before she had time to say the following words, her hands were already empty, and the phone entered the other party's hands.
The fat man on the screen was stunned for a second, and when he saw Tang Xinjue's smiling face, he was about to shout angrily, but before he could speak, he realized something was wrong, and immediately reached out his hand like lightning to turn off the video—
Snapped.
The man's hands froze in the air.
In the next moment, a hog-killing howl sounded from his distorted face. Regardless of the mobile phone on the table, he tore the rubber object on his face with both hands.
The bedroom was also silent.
Everyone watched Tang Xinjue pull out a toilet bowl out of nowhere, and then watched it pass through the screen of the mobile phone and hit the fat man's grieving face.
Wear, pass, mobile phone screen
[Shuttle: There is no medium that I cannot penetrate, if there is, please continue to upgrade. ]
[From now on, in all horror movies, what crawls out of the screen is not necessarily a ghost hand, it may also be a toilet punch. ]
The suction force of the toilet bowl is not something a fat man can easily break free. He tried his best to break free and failed, and immediately asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Tang Xinjue's hand was as steady as Mount Tai, and he said gently: "You should be the one to answer this question. Using the so-called transfer technique to entrap students, what benefits can it bring you?"
When mentioning the transshipment technique, the fat man calmed down instead, and said in a low voice, "It was my mistake. I didn't count it here, but there is a fellow Taoist who is capable. Since everyone is from the same sect, why not let go of the illusion and talk, why bother to go to war? "
After automatically understanding toilet flushing as a hallucination, the obese man immediately felt a lot more relaxed.
Tang Xinjue smiled, "If you still want your own head, it's better not to waste time."
After all, a stream of water sprayed out from the toilet, and the man caught it inhaled into his nasal cavity, his face flushed from choking, and he immediately flopped about like a fish on a chopping board: "Don't do it! If you kill me, no one will know that Huang Fu is dead." How did the curse break!"
Yellow talisman death curse
Tang Xinjue blinked: "It has been taken off the door and burned."
The man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Then you are bound to die, they will haunt you forever, ahem...those, those souls who died under the curse..."
Tang Xinjue: "But as far as I know, there is no solution to the curse of the yellow talisman."
"That's because you are not good enough!" The man sneered, "You just need to find eight young men and women who were born in Yin according to the specific hexagram, and then you can pass down the curse layer by layer. The yellow talisman death curse is my masterpiece." , when they are all dead, their souls will return to my control... ahh!"
The suction on his face was deeper, and there was a feeling of chilling through his bones, reminding him of his current situation.
The man's voice paused, and he turned to a flattering tone: "But it doesn't matter if you burn it, I have another method. As long as you use your own blood mixed with red soil to pour the yellow paper bag where it used to be, you can confuse the death-death ghost and prolong your life." …”
Guo Guo suddenly said, "He's lying!"
Obese man: "..."
Tang Xinjue: "Eat the toilet, eat."
The rubber head made the movement of "chewing big mouthfuls" as if it was really eating, but it couldn't really eat the obese man, and ordered the other man to cry out in pain: "I say! I tell the truth!"
"The truth, the truth is..." The fat man moved his lips, "In the later stage, the curse cannot be stepped out of ten meters, the red marks on the neck cannot be faded, and there are people behind you who cannot respond... There is no solution to the death curse, and the only option is to live! It's just that since you have Burn the yellow paper, the time of death has come—"
Amidst the man's crazy laughter, the toilet seat was suddenly pulled out from his head, and when he was dizzy and opened his eyes to look, the rubber head spit out a yellow paper bag.
The man whose face was hit by a yellow paper bag: "..."
Tang Xinjue: "As you said, since you are eager to sacrifice other people, it means that it is also to transfer your own curse. The yellow talisman death curse is just a medium to spread the curse on you. If we guessed correctly, The original body of this curse should be related to the headless ghost, right?"
The fat man's lips trembled: "You, you can't do this, this must be fake, this must be an illusion!"
Tang Xinjue was unmoved, and spoke clearly: "You are right, the curse is irreversible, but it can spread. From now on, you don't have to hide and worry about being caught again by the curse."
Tang Xinjue's smile deepened under the other's widening horrified eyes:
"Congratulations, your life is very good, and the blessing will come soon."
After the video was turned off, Tang Xinjue pulled out the toilet. There were only scattered hairs in it. The rubber strip let out a sigh of relief, expressing that he had tried his best.
At least at the moment of the movie, this "master" is still a living person and cannot be swallowed directly.
The dormitory was extremely quiet, and Wei Xian and the others had already fallen into a daze, seemingly unable to react to what had just happened.
Isn't the yellow paper transfer technique a spell to improve luck? Why did it turn into a yellow talisman death curse in the mouth of the fat man
Aren't they about to receive blessings soon? How can you say that the time of death is approaching
The brain that has been eroded too deeply cannot bear this kind of thinking. Cao Rou, Zhou Xing and two roommates passed out one after another. Only Wei Xian, who was at a loss for a while, covered his head and screamed, and rushed out of the dormitory, disappearing.
Jin Wen's face was also pale, she leaned back on the chair and was silent for a while, raised her head and forced the corners of her mouth: "We should be, it's really hopeless."
Although this premonition had already occupied the depths of her mind before she got the answer, everything was exposed in front of her eyes. Apart from sadness and despair, Jin Wen also felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
At least this time, she knew who killed her in advance, and she would not sink into the endless torture of unknown fear. There is only one biggest regret, that is, not being able to see the culprit being backlashed.
But at least, Backlash is not late.
"thank you all."
When she looked up again, Jin Wen was already in tears. This time, he didn't deliberately cover it up, and the red mark on his neck oozes bright red blood.
As if regaining strength suddenly, she pushed all four of Tang Xinjue back to dormitory 606, then held Tang Xinjue's hand tightly,
"Stay here all the time, no matter what sounds you hear, never go out."
"No matter what happens, never open the door!"