There was a blood-red crack on the male ghost's face, as if it was confirmed by someone with a knife, and there was a blood hole on his chest and stomach, and blood was constantly flowing out.
This is what he looked like when he died, and he will always keep this look after he becomes a ghost.
Bai Zhi was also shocked. He never thought that he would live to hell. This was something that had never happened before.
After a person dies, the soul emerges from the body and either enters the cycle of reincarnation, or, like her, gets a suitable birth weight.
Those who have neither reincarnation nor rebirth after death are called ghosts.
As expected, the feng shui of this movie studio was not good. Grandpa heard the cries of ghosts during the day, and at night, she and Dongfang Wan'er would hit ghosts.
"Where is this place? Why are we here?" Bai Zhi clutched Dongfang Wan'er tightly, while stepping back, looking for another exit in the room.
"Jie Jie Jie-this woman looks good, I want it." Another male ghost wandered in, followed by a female ghost behind him.
The female ghost stretched out her hand and slapped the male ghost, "You try to move one?"
The male ghost laughed and said: "Xiaoyu, what are you in a hurry, I mean, we want this body for you to resurrect, isn't yours mine?"
When the female ghost heard this, she was happy, "It's almost the same, okay, then she will be her."
The male ghosts who came first seemed to be slower to react, but at this meeting, they would react even slower. "she is mine."
"Isn't there another one next to her? That belongs to you, this one belongs to me." The male ghost stared at Bai Zhi with squinted eyes and rubbed his hands.
There were dozens of men and women lying stumblingly in the room, and the mother and daughter were unable to retreat.
I have never encountered such a thing before, and I can't even think of a way to deal with it.
At this time, a comatose middle-aged woman woke up, and she understood what was going on when she saw it, and hurriedly shouted: "Bite the tip of your tongue, bite the bleeding, and you can get out." As she bite hard, it hurts. With a terrible cry, the blood was bitten out, but the scene in front of him remained unchanged.
Two more people tried to bite the tip of their tongues, but still had no response.
The female ghost Jiejie smiled and said, "Even if you bite your tongue, it's useless. Today is our big day, and it's also your good day, so wait obediently."
After speaking, the three ghosts floated out again, and the awake people in the house stood up.
Those who are timid have already started to cry, and those who are daring are looking for a way out.
It's a pity that although the room is big, there is only one door, the light is dim, and there are no windows. There is no signal from the mobile phone, and even the emergency number 110 cannot be dialed out.
The gate was guarded by ghosts, they couldn't get out, and there was no other way out.
The woman who bit her tongue took out the phone and turned over the calendar on the phone, "It turns out that today is July 15th, so it's no wonder that I will hit a ghost."
"It's probably not as simple as hitting a ghost." A heavy male voice rang.
The man originally fell in the corner, but stood up at this moment, very tall, at least one hundred and eighty-five in height.
The man wore a black striped double-breasted suit, retro and elegant.
He walked out of the shadows and walked under the hand lamp. Xu was because of his height. The man standing under the lamp blocked most of the light, making him unusually tall. At the same time, he couldn't see his face clearly because of the backlight.
"What do you mean?" the woman with the phone asked.
The man glanced at the woman, "I just forgot it, today is not just the night when the ghost gate of Zhongyuan opens, but also the birthday of the Yinjun."