The little ghost obviously used Lao Du as a shield, but in the small space of the kitchen, I had no room for the dart to turn, so I could only grab the red rope behind the green fly dart and pull it back with all my strength.
The whistling green aphid dart was about to hit the back of Lao Du's head when it suddenly bounced back and flew directly towards my face. When I turned my head to avoid the dart, the little ghost had already grabbed Lao Du's neck.
"Not good!" I just shouted, and Monk Shi's vajra came circling close to the ground. At the moment when the golden light spun like a spinning top and brushed against the ground, the little ghost who was pinching Lao Du made a move to close his hands, but stopped at the moment when his ten fingers were about to insert into Lao Du's throat. The next moment, the little ghost was mercilessly hit into phosphorous fire by the flying vajra.
I stepped forward and helped up the sweaty old Du: "Now, do you still want to see the truth?"
I was already furious with Lao Du, but he still whispered, "I want to go inside and take a look."
"Go and see!" I pushed Lao Du into the living room and followed him there.
I don't have time to argue with Lao Du, let alone to take him away by force. Instead of arguing about whether to go or not, it is better to make a quick decision and let him finish looking at the things and leave quickly.
There was only an old-fashioned desk in the room. Lao Du walked to the window and habitually took out a key from the crack in the floor. It seemed that the layout of the room should be exactly the same as Lao Du's home.
Lao Du tried to open the lock on the drawer several times with trembling hands but failed. I simply cut off the lock nose with a knife and opened the drawer. There was only a diary inside.
Lao Du grabbed the journal and wanted to look through it, but I stopped him: "Go out and have a look, this room is too dangerous."
Before Lao Du nodded, Xie Wanqiao's voice sounded faintly: "All my secrets are at home. If I leave home, everything will vanish into thin air. Let's start from this home and end here!"
Lao Du hesitated for a moment and looked at my face. I said in a deep voice, "Monk, you take Dr. Xie out. I will stay with Lao Du."
"No!" Xie Wanhua shook her head, "I have the right to know the cause of my sister's death..."
While Xie Wanhua and I were talking, Lao Du had already opened his diary. I simply turned my head to look at the diary.
Although I didn't look at it as carefully as Lao Du, I roughly understood it about 80%.
After Xie Wanqiao appeared in the fortune-telling street, she did meet a sorcerer.
That person not only had a kind of martial arts spirit that Xie Wanqiao had never encountered before, but also used magic to open another door for Xie Wanqiao, allowing her to see a whole new world.
This was undoubtedly a fatal attraction for Xie Wanqiao, who was accustomed to peace.
Xie Wanqiao didn't fall in love with the other person at once, but she got closer and closer to him out of curiosity... These were the beginning of a woman's fall.
The story ends when Xie Wanqiao is struggling desperately between the sudden love and the morals she has always adhered to. We have not seen any real evidence of Xie Wanqiao's infidelity.
Lao Du grabbed the diary and said, "Xiao Wu, can we go up to the fourth floor again? I want to..."
I looked at Lao Du coldly: "Isn't this diary clear enough? A woman's heart is no longer with you, what other answers do you want?"
"I believe Wan Qiao!" Lao Du shouted at the top of his lungs, "Didn't you see when we came in, she said she didn't want to have any contact with that man anymore?"
I said coldly, "If the relationship is not close enough, would you give your house key to a friend of the opposite sex? Forget it, Lao Du, I advise you to give up!"
"I..." Lao Du had just said a word when I heard a loud "bang" coming from the direction of the door, as if someone suddenly closed the door of the room.
Just as I turned my head, I heard several "bang bang" sounds from the room, and all the doors in the room were closed tightly. The windows that were originally shining with night light were also blocked by darkness in an instant, and the room we were in turned into a dark prison in just a few seconds.
I took a deep breath and said, "Don't think about the answer anymore, just prepare to fight!"
I pushed the flashlight away with one hand and pulled out the dagger with the other, only to see blood slowly seeping out from under the door. Soon after I moved the flashlight to the ground, the blood at the door had already accumulated into a pool, and blood bubbles were still bubbling from time to time on the door crack close to the ground. At first glance, it looked like someone was lying in a pool of blood, breathing slowly through the crack with his mouth facing the door.
After I took a step forward with the flashlight in hand, a woman's voice rang out from outside the door: "Give me back my hands, give me back my feet..."
He Yang's wife? It must be her!
I've always wondered what the opponent meant by throwing a man with chopped off limbs off a building
Now it seems that the opponent used that woman as a medium to launch the curse. That woman has become a cursed ghost who came to collect debts!
I said in a deep voice: "Your hands and feet are not here, you should ask the person who cut them off for them!"
The woman sneered, "If you hadn't taken my husband's painting, I wouldn't have been caught and my hands and feet chopped off. I'm here to ask you for it!"
Monk Shi sneered and said, "You are being unreasonable, aren't you?"
"So what if you're unreasonable?" the woman screamed, "Were you reasonable when you stole my husband's paintings? Even if you didn't steal my husband's paintings, you deserve to die just for helping that bitch Xie Wanqiao!"
I said in a deep voice: "How did Xie Wanqiao offend you?"
The woman said sternly, "Who is Xie Wanqiao? She pretends to be out of touch with the world, isn't it just to seduce men? How can she be called a lady from a noble family? How can she be called a talented woman? If she were really a talented woman, she wouldn't be seduced by a man who only knows how to hold a gun."
The "man who only knows how to use a gun" that woman mentioned must be Lao Du. Warlocks generally don't play with guns, and besides, Xie Wanqiao wouldn't let anyone know that she was having an affair with a warlock.
After venting her anger, the woman shouted, "You all have a relationship with her, so you should all die! You caused me to lose my limbs, so you should use your own limbs to make up for them! Aren't there four of you? Each of you should give me one thing to compensate me."
Is this a spell? My pupils suddenly shrank and I shouted "Be careful and alert". I threw away the things in my hands, pulled out the Rakshasa from behind my back, raised my hand and chopped it straight at the door.
The cold knife light swept across the door, and the wooden door was immediately split open with a finger-wide crack.
According to common sense, after the wooden door was split in half, half of the door should have lost its support and fallen to the ground. However, the wooden door that I chopped open not only did not break, but blood oozed from the gap.
"I'll do it!" Monk Shi took a step forward and used the vajra as a dagger, thrusting it into the crack of the door. He then took a step back, pulled out an iron rod from behind him, held the head of the rod with his left hand, and held the rod in mid-air. While his right hand stroked the rod back, he grasped the tip of the rod and twisted it suddenly. The more than one-meter-long rod began to spin rapidly between the other's hands and touched the tip of the vajra like an electric drill.
After a loud bang of golden swords, the vajra inserted in the door also flew out of the house. The wooden door, which had already been cut open, was blasted with another hole the size of a bowl by the flying vajra.
But what came through the hole was not endless darkness, nor dim light, nor surging blood, but a pale face. There was also a child outside the house, a child who was less than half the height of the door. He grabbed the edge of the hole with his two small hands and looked up at the house: "Dad, Dad..."
"Tongtong..." Before Lao Du lost control again, a hand suddenly reached out from outside the door, grabbed the child's shoulder, and dragged him to the side.
As soon as the child left, a shrill ghost cry sounded outside the door. Although I couldn't see the scene outside clearly, I could tell from the sound that a large number of ghosts were rushing out. Just a few seconds later, a human hand stretched out from the hole in the door and squeezed into the door. A moment later, a head with long hair covering its face appeared at the door...
At the same time, the drawer of the desk slammed open, and an equally pale human hand stretched out from the drawer. It raised its five fingers in the air and fumbled around for a while before grabbing the desk surface with its backhand, supporting itself with its palm on the edge of the table, and slowly crawled out of the drawer.
When Monk Shi and I turned around at the same time, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulders as if being cut by a knife. When I turned my head to look, I saw that the clothes on my shoulders had been torn, and the gushing blood flowed down my shoulders to the ground.
As Monk Shi screamed in pain, blood spurted out of his arms and legs. He then retreated back to his original position and dared not move again.
It was a spell! I was so frightened that I tried to reach out and touch the wound on my shoulder, but as soon as I moved my arm, the wound started to hurt again.
The woman who had disappeared laughed at this time and said, "How does it feel? To tell you the truth, the thing that cuts your body is just a small hair. As long as you stick the knife into the flesh and poke it out, you can break the hair curse."
"But the more you move your arms and legs, the deeper the cut will go. Once you pluck out a hair, your other hand will surely be gone, and you'll watch your knife arm clatter to the ground. Isn't that interesting?"
"Choose! Choose which hand you want to keep. Losing a hand is better than losing your life, don't you think?"
What the woman said was right. I just moved my arm and it felt like someone had cut my shoulder. I clearly felt something seeping into my flesh just now... (To be continued)