Haunted Houses’ Chronicles

Chapter 232: continue to follow

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Keep up, I know where they're going. Wan Jinrong tightened his collar and said in a low voice, you shouldn't have followed.

I walked behind Wan Jinrong, his disguise was much better than mine. Not only a hat, but also a scarf that can cover most of the face.

I quietly paid attention to the movements of Bai Kai and Qin Yiheng, both of them walked very fast, and they disappeared after a turn.

Wan Jinrong was not in a hurry to chase after him, and I was not in a hurry when I saw this.

Regardless of what Wan Jinrong's purpose is, he is so confident that he must know where Qin Yiheng and Bai Kai are going.

When we got out of the airport, there were already cars waiting on the side of the road.

I have taken Wan Jinrong's car several times, and the driver is different every time. It made me feel more and more that this man has supernatural powers.

At the beginning, we followed Qin Yiheng and Bai Kai in a taxi, and after walking for about ten kilometers, we began to part ways.

I am afraid that doing so is also afraid of being suspected by the other party.

I wanted to say a few words to Wan Jinrong, but after thinking about it, I still didn't open my mouth.

I'm really not in the mood to talk much now, I just want to look at the white clouds and blue sky outside the car window.

The speed of the car has not slowed down, and it is almost evening. Stopped at the downstairs of an old residential building.

Wan Jinrong snapped his fingers, meaning he wanted me to follow.

I kept thinking all the way up the stairs, this Wan Jinrong is not short of money, why does he always like to live in this kind of place

A door on the third floor had already been opened. Wan Jinrong pushed the door open and walked in, before finally revealing his face again. Come to me, are you really going

I coped with it, but my attention was on the furnishings in the room.

This house is called "Lao Tan Jin" in our jargon, which means those houses that can't be sold in the short term after they are bought, and can only wait for the demolition to get a new house and compensation. The furniture in the whole house can only be described as tattered. Whether it is a table or a chair, they are all missing arms and legs. It doesn't look like the living environment of normal people at all, but it looks like a temporary foothold for those homeless people.

The walls in the house should have been white, but they had been smoked and turned a urine-yellow color.

There is also a lot of messy paper pasted on the wall, and I don't know if it is used to cover up the wall or performance art.

I walked over to have a look, and the age when these papers were pasted up is probably a long time ago. It was densely written with words. I fixed my eyes and couldn't help muttering in my heart, these words seemed familiar. It is very similar to the words on the stack of manuscript paper we found back.

So I checked carefully. The more I look at it, the more I feel like it.

Moreover, the content on these papers is also very strange, it seems to be travel notes. It's like going to a mysterious place, and all the records are what I saw and heard. There is no trace of joy between the lines, but it makes people feel very heavy.

According to my intuitive feelings, I think this thing was probably written by a person in prison. So no matter how much fun I had at the beginning, it is just a mirage when I think about it now.

Wan Jinrong called me and handed me a red belt.

It is said to be a belt, but in fact it is a wide red rope. We often see this thing, and many people who pass the birth year will wear it, saying it is to prevent Tai Sui. But in fact, many people don't understand that wearing red and wearing red in this year of birth is not suitable for everyone. Some people wear it, but it will cause evil spirits. I can't explain it in detail, but I didn't intend to hear Qin Yiheng talk about it once.

Is this something for me? I tapped my Hermès belt buckle. Do you want to switch with me

Wan Jinrong clicked his tongue, and if he wanted to go to that place, he had to bring this. You choose.

As he spoke, he pulled out the belt skillfully, and put the red string on his trousers.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to follow suit, and my whole person felt awkward. I said, what then? Where are we going next

and this. Wan Jinrong handed me another thin red string and tied it to my belt.

I was even more puzzled. This thin red thread was quite long, and it seemed like a tail was dragging behind it. Wan Jinrong watched me put everything on and nodded in satisfaction.

Then I picked up a big backpack on the ground and asked me to carry it. Turned around and went downstairs.

I don't know what's in the backpack, but it's heavy.

Since I have something to ask for from others, I can only do my best and bear the burden of hard work. The car downstairs is still waiting, but the driver has disappeared.

Wan Jinrong drove the car himself, and we were on the road again.

On the way I kept trying to figure out where we were going. But seeing the road getting more and more desolate. The scenery outside didn't change much, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When Wan Jinrong woke me up, it was still pitch black outside.

I glanced at my watch and saw that I had slept for six hours. People have completely recovered their spirits.

When I got out of the car, I was surrounded by wasteland. No trees, no buildings, just a desert.

Wan Jinrong led the way, his feet creaking on the snow. I always feel like someone is laughing, and I can't help but relax my footsteps.

After walking along the wasteland for half an hour, my legs and feet did not feel tired. It's just that the shoulders are so painful.

Fortunately, Wan Jinrong stopped at this moment and took a few things from the backpack behind me.

Things are relatively common, nothing more than braziers, paper money and paper ingots. There is also a wooden stick half a meter long. I reckon it should be a willow tree, and it smells strongly of willow sap. I don't know if I read it wrong.

Wan Jinrong burned the paper money and paper ingots with a wooden stick. The light of the fire shone on both of our faces.

Logically speaking, it should feel warm, but I feel more and more gloomy.

When the fire was about to dim, Wan Jinrong handed me a military water bottle and said, let’s drink some water.

As soon as I took a sip, I couldn't help but spit it out. I don't know what was put in the water, but there was a strong smell. Made me cough. The saliva was poured too hard, and I swallowed a lot. It made me so sick I almost vomited.

Are you fucking poisoned? Just as I was about to raise my head, I saw Wan Jinrong holding the brazier and blowing a breath at me.

The ashes of the paper in the brazier flew up all over my face, let alone my eyes, I couldn't even open my mouth!

With a sound of my ah, I instinctively scratched. But I heard Wan Jinrong say, don't be nervous, it's fine. You open your eyes now and see.

When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a tower-like building in the distance that was originally barren.

Looking at the antique outline, you can't tell the color.

this? Where did this building come from? I rubbed my eyes and asked.

Don't worry so much, since you want to come, just go with me. Wan Jinrong put the brazier on the ground, turned around and walked towards the tower.

The closer you get, the clearer the city tower becomes.

The height is not very high, and it is enough to go up and down the three floors. The width is only about twenty or thirty meters.

The whole building is made of gray bricks and tiles without any light. Really dead.

The two of them walked under the city tower, and I touched the city wall deliberately. It may be that the hands are frozen, and the city wall feels like ice.

Wan Jinrong tugged, don't linger.

I had no choice but to put away my curiosity and follow Wan Jinrong through the city gate. Everything in front of him suddenly became clear.

On the other side of the city gate, there began to be a large forest.

This kind of forest is indeed very common in the Northeast, especially the Greater and Lesser Khingan Mountains. The only difference is that there is no snow on the treetops. If it was in the daytime, I am afraid you will see a lush greenery.

After walking a few hundred meters, we began to really enter the woods.

Not only is there no snow on the treetops, but there is no snow on the ground. The soil is very soft, not at all like the feeling of being frozen hard before walking.

Wan Jinrong walked ahead, stopping to look at the tree trunks from time to time. I just noticed that there are some strange patterns or symbols on some tree trunks.

It should be a road sign or something.

After another kilometer or two, I finally started to feel tired. I was also very thirsty, but I thought of the water Wan Jinrong gave me to drink. I can only swallow my saliva and bear it.

arrive. Wan Jinrong stopped again, pointed to a sign on a tree trunk and said.

When I saw the sign, I gasped. I finally know where Wan Jinrong's strange tattoo on the brow bone came from. The design is exactly the same as his tattoo.

Like a twisted eagle's claw, or the tooth of a wolf or a tiger.

I said, where have we been? Is this pattern left by you

no. Wan Jinrong raised his hand and pointed to the front, saying that Wanjiang was there. The legendary end of all water veins. Of course, you should be more aware of its other name, Yinhe.