The three doors opened at the same time, and three ghosts pushed open the doors and walked out. Three gusts of cold wind rose up from the ground, forcing me to turn back and be on guard.
Xie Wanqiao! When I turned around, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
I am sure that the ghost that appeared in the corridor was Xie Wanqiao. Although I have never seen her, I have spent a few days with her sister Xie Wanhua. They look 70% similar, but their temperaments are completely different.
Xie Wanqiao in front of me only makes people feel dignified and steady, while Xie Wanhua beside me makes people feel unapproachable and even unpredictable. Even though I know Xie Wanqiao is dead, I feel that she is more real. If it weren't for the gloomy wind that swept up the ground, no one would even think she was a ghost.
Xie Wanqiao's figure seems out of place in the gloomy corridor, but it also complements the other.
The strange thing is that after Xie Wanqiao appeared, she neither killed anyone nor spoke a word. She just stood quietly by the door, with her eyes slightly bright as if she was looking at something, but also as if she was not looking at anything.
"Wanqiao..." Tears suddenly welled up from Lao Du's eyes and fell to the ground with a plop.
Monk Shi, who was in charge of covering our retreat, held up an iron rod to block the stairs, but the soul-calming bell on the end of his rod made no sound at all. When Monk Shi raised one hand to signal me to retreat, he also took a step down the stairs.
Monk Shi's footsteps were like a signal. The moment his feet touched the concrete floor, the three ghosts suddenly raised their heads, but they were not looking at Monk Shi who was standing on his horse with his sword drawn, but at Old Du who was twisting his body desperately.
Xie Wanqiao seemed to be frightened by something. She turned around and disappeared at the door, and the three doors closed again.
"What's going on?" When Shi Heshang looked at me in confusion, I reached out and pushed Lao Du: "Don't ask any more questions, just go!"
After Lao Du stumbled after being pushed by me, he had to go to the third floor. Before we even got to the third floor, we heard a crisp bell ringing in the corridor. When I looked up, the first thing I saw was a string of purple wind chimes hanging on the door.
That string of wind chimes was obviously made by someone, but why is there one on every door
"Wan Qiao!" Lao Du shouted hoarsely, trying to suppress his voice, "Xiao Wu, let me go. I want to go find Wan Qiao."
I grabbed Lao Du's right hand fiercely: "No, you have to listen to me!"
"I'm going to find Wanqiao!" As Lao Du roared, I exerted force on my wrist again and pushed Lao Du down hard.
I used a grappling technique to hold Lao Du. When I applied force with my palm, his arm would feel a sharp pain, and he would have to either follow me or lower his body to relieve the pain. But after I applied force twice in a row, Lao Du's body was almost stuck to the stairs, but his feet did not move.
Lao Du refused to move forward, and a thin layer of sweat oozed out of my forehead: "Lao Du, you are being stubborn now..."
"I want to find Wan Qiao!" Suddenly, Lao Du lost control and stood up in front of me. I didn't expect him to struggle so much. After hesitating for a moment, I heard a crisp "crack" sound from Lao Du's arm. I was so scared that I let go and stepped aside: "Are you crazy?"
Lao Du stared with bloodshot eyes: "Xiao Wu, I beg you, help me find Wan Qiao. If... if you don't want to, then let's go! I'll go find Wan Qiao."
"You..." I was so angry at Lao Du, "You are a policeman! Do you have any brains? That man is obviously trying to hold us back! If we rush upstairs now, we can still survive. If you go to look for your wife floor by floor, we will be held back and he will have plenty of time to set a trap. By then, we won't even know how we died!"
This is why I never wanted to stop and explain to Lao Du.
Although spells are terrible, they have a fatal flaw, which is that it takes a certain amount of time to cast a spell. This period of time is enough for a martial arts master to kill several people.
I just pushed Lao Du upstairs. Although the speed was a little slow, at least we kept moving forward, which saves much more time and effort than stopping to look for the so-called truth.
If I wasn't so anxious, I wouldn't have attacked Lao Du so rudely. Who would have thought that Lao Du would actually shake his head and say, "I understand, you go ahead, I'll go by myself."
Lao Du dragged his broken arm and walked towards the third floor. I paused for only two or three seconds before catching up with Lao Du: "You want to die? I'll accompany you!"
When Lao Du turned his head suddenly, I had already taken out three ghost-killing coins: "I took your money, so I have to work hard for you. No need to say anything more, just prepare to fight to the death!"
As soon as I finished speaking, three coins flew out of my hand. I looked down at the hexagram: "In the room on the left. Monk, take Dr. Xie and leave quickly. I will try my best to hold them back. Maybe you can get out."
Monk Shi took apart the iron rod and put it on his back, then took out a vajra from his body, stood at the door without saying a word, and kicked the door open.
The moment the door opened, the first thing I saw was a pair of human legs hanging in the air.
The two white human legs were hanging not far from us, swaying back and forth. The red-painted nails looked like ten blood beads flying in the air, appearing extremely hideous.
After a short moment, a pair of human legs began to slowly fall down, first revealing a piece of nightgown covering the knees, and soon a pair of human hands appeared hanging on both sides of the body.
The same pale and bloodless hand, also with bright red nails, was slightly raised in front of us, and a finger was extended to point to the side.
The monk Shi who was standing in front of me held one hand upright in front of his chest and began to slowly recite scriptures. Although I couldn't understand what he was reading, I saw that the ghost shadow hanging in the air seemed to be pulled by a rope and began to slowly retreat.
I made a cautious gesture to the monk and said in a deep voice, "Go inside! Go that way."
Monk Shi had his reasons for not taking action.
Our current opponent is not an ordinary ghost, but a master who is proficient in spells. Spells can be said to be the most incredible thing in the art of magic. There may be fatal dangers hidden somewhere. It is easy for us to kill the ghost in front of us, but no one can predict what the consequences will be after the opponent's soul is shattered.
Monk Shi’s approach may seem conservative, but it is actually the safest.
Soon after Lao Du and I rushed into the room, we heard the sound of a spatula coming from the left side of the door. When I turned around, I saw a figure standing in the kitchen on the left side of the house, cooking with his back to the door.
"Wanqiao..." Lao Du wanted to move forward when he saw the man, but I pulled him back: "Walk slowly."
I knew I couldn't stop Lao Du, so I could only accompany him into the house. As we slowly approached behind Xie Wanqiao, Lao Du did something I didn't expect. He actually reached out and gently patted the ghost's shoulder.
When Lao Du's hand passed through Xie Wanqiao's body and slid towards him, Xie Wanqiao, who had her back to Lao Du, said, "You're here again? The things you gave me are all in the middle drawer of the desk. The key is in the original place. Take them all!"
While Lao Du stood there as if struck by lightning, I clearly heard the sound of a tear falling on the stone platform.
Old Du seemed to have had all his strength drained away. He swayed for a bit and then held onto the pool beside him with his hands, managing to avoid falling.
At this time, Xie Wanqiao said again: "Why haven't you left yet? The child is coming back, and I have to cook for him."
At the same time, a child's voice sounded outside the door: "Mom, Mom..."
"Tongtong!" Lao Du suddenly turned around and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. I instinctively followed Lao Du's gaze and looked back. A child with half of his body stained with blood inexplicably appeared at the door. He leaned against the door frame and stretched out a hand in Lao Du's direction: "Dad..."
"Tongtong!" Lao Du had forgotten that it was a ghost. He squatted down and hugged the little ghost with a ferocious face.
"Stop!" When I turned around to stop Lao Du, the female ghost standing in front of the stove suddenly turned around, raised a kitchen knife, and chopped straight at my head.
At the same time, the hanged ghost who was forced into the house by Monk Shi suddenly broke the rope, fell from the sky, stretched out his hands and pounced towards Monk Shi.
In a flash, I raised my left hand and used the money on my wrist to block the opponent's kitchen knife, but threw the dagger in my right hand behind me.
I had no time to see if the dagger had blocked the ghost in front of Lao Du. I bit my tongue as fast as I could and sprayed a mouthful of blood at the ghost girl's face. After the blood mist sprayed out of my mouth, the yang energy brought by the blood rushed towards the ghost girl like a raging fire.
The opponent was very close to me, and inevitably had blood sprayed on his head and face. His delicate and pale face instantly turned into scattered phosphorous fire.
When the headless female ghost exploded from her neck into a sky full of phosphorescent light and scattered on the ground, I turned back to look at Lao Du. The dagger I threw out fell far behind the child, without hurting the child at all. Lao Du, who was still not awake, was about to hug the child. The two ghost claws that the child stretched out were clearly heading straight for Lao Du's throat.
"Don't move..." It was too late for me to yell at Lao Du, so I just kicked him in a hurry. Lao Du was in a position where his center of gravity was moving forward, and suddenly I kicked him from behind, and he fell uncontrollably onto the child.
The child's claws that were supposed to grab Lao Du's throat turned out to be aimed at Lao Du's shoulders. The opponent subconsciously retreated backwards, and when he wanted to find another chance to kill, I had already thrown out the green fly darts on my wrist. When the strings of hidden weapons flew out of his hands, the child suddenly lifted Lao Du and aimed the back of his head at the green fly darts... (To be continued)