The whole building is a beamless tomb with white walls and black tiles, and it is stacked layer upon layer. If you walk in, you will find that you will get lost if you are not careful. Jump in from the window and enter the inner corridor, you will find that there are countless small houses built inside. These small houses are about 20 square meters and the doors are locked. They are like coffins, and I don’t know what is imprisoned in the coffins.
Kou Xuanling ran to the fifth floor. The house on the fifth floor was relatively large, unlike the four floors below which were all coffin rooms. From the corridor, the house outside looked no different from the hotel rooms outside. Only when you opened the door and went in did you find that the decoration inside was antique.
This Yin house is called Laofang, a strange name, but once you know it, you will be terrified. Another name for a coffin is Laofang. The housekeeper and the owner live on the fifth floor of this Yin house. Kou Xuanling walked past in the corridor and suddenly turned back. The corridor was empty.
He always felt that something was watching him, but he couldn't see any place in the corridor where it could hide. He cast his eyes to the doors on both sides, and looked inside through the peepholes of the doors. It was pitch black. He stared for a while, but found nothing, so he turned and left. Just as he turned around, a sharp, thin, blue-black nail pierced through the peephole, scratched a few times, and then withdrew in dismay.
When Kou Xuanling looked back again, he just didn't see it. So he didn't know that there were countless things behind the doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor, observing him through the peepholes. When he approached the peepholes to look inside the house, he was actually looking at the things inside.
When he was brought in by the housekeeper, he remembered that the housekeeper had pointed to the master's bedroom. Fortunately, he remembered the route. When he arrived at the door of the bedroom, he found that the lock on the door was an honest lock and was easy to open. He knocked on the door a few times, and when no one responded, he used cardboard and wire to pry open the lock and slipped in. After closing the door, he observed the layout of the room.
The room was decorated in dark red, with velvet hanging all around, and the decorations were also antique. On the table was a red lantern, a bronze mirror, and a string of ebony. Ebony is also known as dark wood or ebony ghost beads, an evil object that summons souls.
Kou Xuanling picked up the bronze mirror and was slightly stunned when he saw the clear portrait inside. Suddenly, he heard a subtle "click" sound, and when he looked up, he found that the door handle had been opened. He looked around, put the bronze mirror back to its original place, jumped onto the bed with light movements, and rolled onto this gorgeous fence-style step-out bed. He completely hid his figure, but he could still see the scene outside the bed.
The old house owner entered the room and first saw the bronze mirror on the table with a slightly puzzled look, then sniffed to see if there was anything else in the room. Kou Xuanling held his breath and restrained his breath. He saw the old house owner's footsteps moving towards the step-out bed, getting closer and closer, his expression becoming more and more solemn, as if he really smelled something.
Kou Xuanling dared not move, his heart was beating like a drum. The old house owner was about to enter the bed when he heard the sound of the bronze mirror falling behind him. He turned around and found a hideous and ugly little ghost running out of the bronze mirror, aiming at the door. He was furious and instantly transformed into an ugly eight-foot Yaksha, grabbed the little ghost and ate it alive.
Kou Xuanling covered his mouth, and the clear chewing and swallowing sounds in the room entered his ears. Only after he had eaten all the little ghosts did the old owner regain his original image of a graceful middle-aged man. He picked up the bronze mirror hanging on the ground and put it in place. Then he lit the red lantern, hung it on the window, put the ebony ghost bead on his wrist and walked into the bed.
Kou Xuanling hid himself on the side of the bed closest to the wall, and the towering quilt and decorations just blocked his figure. The Yaksha ghost clasped its fingers in front of its abdomen and closed its eyes to rest. After a few minutes, it snored and fell into a deep sleep.
Kou Xuanling waited for more than ten minutes, and saw the ghost in front of him suddenly open his eyes and turn his head to face him. His heart skipped a beat, but he knew that the ghost in front of him couldn't see him because of the angle. The ghost stared in this direction for a few minutes before turning back and closing his eyes again. This time it didn't open its eyes again, but Kou Xuanling didn't dare to go out again. He waited for almost half an hour before he tiptoed out.
He looked back at the ebony ghost bead on the ghost's wrist and the red lantern hanging outside the window. He hid the bronze mirror in his arms, opened the window and walked out. When he jumped out of the window, he was face to face with the red lantern. He suddenly realized that it was not a lantern, but a fat head with a red face. The head had its eyes closed and was sleeping soundly.
Kou Xuanling carefully avoided the head, and just when he succeeded, the head suddenly opened its eyes and faced him. The next moment, the head opened its mouth and was about to scream, which frightened Kou Xuanling so much that he wanted to twist the head off. But the next second he found that the head could not make any sound, because its mouth was black and there was no tongue.
When he was safely away, the head shook angrily, waking up the other heads. When the other heads saw it, they all laughed and whispered to each other, laughing at the head for wanting to talk again. It was because it was too talkative that its tongue was cut off.
Zhang Qiudao was trapped in a house without a tombstone. The house inside was like a tomb. The roof was arched, without beams, and there were no windows around. It was sealed tightly. The furnishings inside were like burial objects in an ancient tomb, and even the bed looked like a sarcophagus. He tried to open the door, but couldn't find the door handle or the door lock hole. It was a stone door.
Because he was trapped inside, he didn't know that a group of short, shriveled old men appeared outside. The old men were all black and their movements were stiff. The group of old men stopped outside Zhang Qiudao's door, holding brushes, inkstones, basins and other items. They showed their fingers, all of which were missing fingers, some were missing thumbs and some were missing three or four fingers. The leading old man picked up the brush, dipped it in the blood ink in the inkstone, and slowly wrote the first word on the stone door: Zhang.
Zhang Qiudao heard a rustling sound inside, so he leaned against the wall to listen. He couldn't tell what was happening outside from the sound, but it couldn't be a good thing. He stepped back a few steps and looked around. He remembered that he saw many red lanterns before entering the house, and there was a window behind each red lantern.
This meant that there should be a window where he was, or at least the wall was thin enough to break open and escape. For some reason, he always felt that once the rustling sound outside the door stopped, something terrible would happen.
He followed his memory and knocked on the door, and finally found a wall that was different in thickness from other places. He found a bronze candlestick in the room and knocked on the wall. The thing outside heard the knocking sound, stopped writing, and then made a very chaotic howl, accompanied by this weird and unpleasant sound, it smashed the door crazily.
Zhang Qiudao quickened his pace, picked up the half-man-high bronze candlestick and smashed it against the wall, soon making a small hole. It was still rainy outside, but the light of the red lantern could be seen.
The stone door made loud 'bang bang bang' sounds, dust and stone chips fell off madly, and the whole stone door seemed to be about to have a hole chiseled out, as if the hideous faces outside would be revealed in the next moment.
Zhang Qiudao smashed along the hole he had opened, and soon he made a hole big enough for him to get out. When he threw away the bronze candlestick and stretched out his two feet to crawl out, the stone door collapsed with a bang, and the group of old ghosts outside rushed over. Zhang Qiudao, whose upper body was still inside, immediately pinched his hands and used the nine-character mantra to kill all the old ghosts who approached and tried to scratch him first. The old ghosts behind were frightened and stood still.
Zhang Qiudao was as slippery as a fish, while the red lantern outside the window trembled and dared not speak. The rain quickly wet the candle wick inside the lantern, the flame went out, and the lantern turned into a pale and numb human head.
The old ghosts were restlessly moving around in the room, their throats making gurgling, gurgling sounds, like bubbles rolling out of the dirty, rotten swamp mud and bursting. One could vaguely hear the syllables of "Tianshi..." and "Break in, kill" in the words they uttered.
On the collapsed stone door, the blood-red stains had not yet dried up and were covered with dust, but one could make out the characters "Zhang Qiu Dao Zhi Mo" written on it, with a long blood mark drawn on the last stroke of the character "Mo". It should have been a tomb, the tomb of a grave.
Chen Yang didn't know what happened to the others, he just knew that the creature living in the next room was really unfriendly. Before he could think about it, the long needle that was stuck in the hole was retracted and there was a knock on the door.
The hostess's voice, she asked softly: "Have you gone to bed?"
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and answered her: "Not yet."
The hostess's voice and the knock on the door disappeared instantly. Chen Yang tiptoed to a corner that the peephole couldn't see, and listened to the noise outside by the door. There were no footsteps, and he didn't know whether the hostess walked silently or didn't walk at all.
Because he was hiding under the door, out of the peephole's sight, and he couldn't see the situation outside through the peephole, he didn't know that the hostess was indeed observing the room through the peephole, especially when she found that she couldn't see anyone, she stared straight at the bed.
After a long time, just when Chen Yang relaxed his vigilance and was about to stand up to loosen his numb hands and feet, he heard the hostess ask: "Have you fallen asleep?"
This time Chen Yang did not answer, and then he noticed the door handle twisting up and down. The hostess opened the door from the outside and tried to sneak in. Without a second thought, Chen Yang jumped over the table to the window, opened the window, took down the human head lantern outside, blew out the candle and threw it on the bed. The moment the candle went out, the lantern turned back into a human head.
Then Chen Yang hid in the cabinet and watched the hostess walk in through the gap in the cabinet. Due to the angle, he could only see the hostess below the waist. The hostess walked past the cabinet with her hands hanging on both sides, holding a delicate and small iron hammer and iron rod in her hands.
Chen Yang frowned, but saw the hostess who had walked past the closet step back and stand by the closet for a long time. He covered his nose and mouth, trying not to make any noise, and then found that the closet above his head was opened, and a pair of hands reached in, groping and taking out a piece of clothing. The closet was closed again, and the hostess changed into the clothes taken out of the closet, and then put her own clothes neatly on the table.
Chen Yang took a closer look and his pupils shrank. He found that the clothes taken off by the hostess also included her own skin. The hostess put on the clothes naked, revealing her wrists, which were all red muscles.
She walked slowly towards the bed, touched the head on the bed, then lifted the black hair, placed the iron rod on the skull, and pried it open little by little with a hammer. After prying it open, she probed and sucked the brain marrow inside.
Chen Yang opened the closet, stole the hostess's skin, and hid in the closet again. The hostess sucked for a long time but didn't get the brain marrow. She realized something was wrong and picked up the whole head, and found it was a lantern. She immediately realized that she was fooled, so she angrily smashed the head against the wall and let out a low roar.
The hostess came over and was about to put her clothes back on when she found that the human skin was missing. This completely angered her. She roared and walked around the room looking for Chen Yang, overturning the table and the big bed. Then she opened the door and walked out, closing the door.
Chen Yang was about to take the opportunity to escape, but as soon as he moved, he realized something was wrong. How could the furious hostess remember to close the door quietly if she ran out? So he stopped moving.
As expected, the hostess did not see Chen Yang appear, and the suppressed breathing and deliberately light footsteps sounded again in the empty and quiet house. She kept circling, her long nails scratching the wall, making an extremely harsh sound, and finally she set her eyes on the wardrobe.
Chen Yang looked at the hostess who was getting closer and closer, and put his right hand on the bronze coin on his left arm. Just as the hostess put her hand on the door handle of the closet, she seemed to hear something and looked towards the window, then turned and left.
Chen Yang reached out and inadvertently pressed a button in the corner. The folding fan blades above his head all unfolded, dividing the closet into two parts. The upper part was two-thirds of the closet, and the lower part was one-third. He hid in the lower third of the closet. The next moment, the hostess who had already left suddenly rushed over to open the closet, put her head close to the folding fan blades, and hooked the blades with her long nails.
The girl suddenly appeared at the door and shouted, "... The Heavenly Master has barged in, hurry to gather."
The hostess left in a huff, glaring at the fan blades with resentment as she left. With a click, the door closed completely.
Chen Yang came out, still holding the skin of the hostess in his hand. His palms and forehead were sweating, and his heart was beating like a drum. He could have subdued the hostess directly, but he couldn't alert the enemy.
He couldn't make a big fuss until he found the real source of his grievance, so he avoided the hostess. According to the rules of the ghosts, the hostess would not show her true face in front of him unless she was exposed in person.
Chen Yang guessed that it should be following some rules. In the ancient literature or miscellaneous records about ghosts and spirits, they usually want to kill people to lure out people's greed, sex, desire, money, wine, power and other things. Ghosts cannot kill people without reason, otherwise they will be held accountable by Fengdu.
But they will use many disguises to lure and deceive humans, or wait for them to commit suicide, or let them be killed in their sleep. They will die in a daze, and will not know the reason for death in the underworld, and have no way to file a complaint. They can only be imprisoned in the City of the Dead and wait for the end of their life in the underworld.
The Wuliang Yinzhai should follow the same rules, so that all living people who break into it will die silently. Although Chen Yang and the other ten heavenly masters did not break into the Wuliang Yinzhai in human form, they were also living souls.
The ghosts in the tomb know the identities of their souls, so they will try their best to eat them. Once the souls are eaten, the ghosts will occupy their bodies and return to the world. So now there are countless ghosts waiting to occupy their bodies, but they don't dare to murder them blatantly.
The girl mentioned the Heavenly Master just now, which Heavenly Master's identity should be discovered. Chen Yang guessed that they would soon discover the connection between the ten living souls and the Heavenly Master, and he would not have much chance to find the source.
But there is no clue at this moment.
Du Shuo said that the source would appear beside them on its own initiative, because the source also wanted to occupy the body of the Heavenly Master and leave the Yin house.
Now, besides the hostess and the girl, there is also the woman in black clothes and the black umbrella who was met on the Road of No Return and the old man Yun in the bluestone alley.
Old Man Yun mentioned that the bathhouse business was very good, which proved that there were many ghosts. If there were many ghosts, there should be a lot of information that could be obtained. So Chen Yang opened the window and climbed down from the fifth floor. During this time, those lantern heads saw him and whispered to each other and wanted to complain.
Chen Yang used one of his hands to kill a lantern head that was yelling to complain, and the other lantern heads shut their mouths and dared not speak again. They watched him escape before they dared to whisper, but within a few minutes, they saw a ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the window behind them, dragging some of the lantern heads into the house, and took them out after a while.
But this move has made most of the Lanterns dare not whisper anymore.
After leaving the tomb, Chen Yang returned to the bluestone alley. The white cloth with the words "Yunchi Hot Spring Bath" swayed in the wind, the red lanterns made an unpleasant creaking sound, and it was overcast and rainy. Just standing at the door made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Old Man Yun was still standing at the door. He didn't show any surprise when he saw Chen Yang coming. Instead, he smiled and said, "Do you still want to go in?"
Chen Yang looked at Old Man Yun: "Yeah."
Old Man Yun showed a look of surprise in an instant, and personally lifted the door curtain to lead him in. The curtain at the door was lifted to reveal a wooden screen. He walked past the screen to the back, where there was a counter. A stiff woman stood on the counter, with old account books and an abacus in front of her. In front of the counter was a sliding wooden door, and to the left of the counter was a staircase.
Old Man Yun led Chen Yang to register and called the woman to register: "She is my daughter-in-law. If you have any request, you can ask her. She will definitely meet any request of yours." He repeated 'any request'.
The woman asked him to tell her his name and birth date, but Chen Yang was unwilling to give them. She couldn't register, and Old Man Yun looked gloomy. Chen Yang remained calm: "Didn't you say you would meet any of my requests? My current request is that you are not allowed to ask for my name and birth date."
Old Man Yun was furious and pounded the counter but couldn't refuse. After hearing what Chen Yang said, the woman didn't ask him, but asked him: "Do you want to go to the bathhouse upstairs or downstairs?"
Chen Yang: "Upstairs."
"Okay." The woman handed him the wooden sign, the basin, and the towel, and said, "Have a nice day."
Old Man Yun was furious and tried to stop the woman. But Chen Yang had already taken the wooden sign and other things and stepped onto the stairs. After walking five or six steps, he looked back and saw the woman still stiffly pointing at the abacus. Old Man Yun stared at him with a gloomy look and cloudy eyes.
Chen Yang retracted his gaze and walked upstairs. It was quiet upstairs, with countless sliding doors. There was no sound from the doors, but shadows could be seen in each door. When passing by a door, a middle-aged man walked out.
The middle-aged man had dull eyes and a pale face. When he saw Chen Yang, he bowed to him and asked, "Do you have a wooden sign?"
Chen Yang handed him the wooden sign. He looked at it and said, "Number 13. Please come over."
The middle-aged man led the way with a slightly hunched back, and the floor he walked on was wet. Chen Yang lowered his eyes and found that the hem of his clothes was all wet. The middle-aged man stopped at the door of Bathhouse No. 13, hung the wooden sign on it and opened the door. Suddenly, two boys rushed out.
The middle-aged man suddenly flew into a rage, and immediately kicked the two boys down one by one, yelling in disgust: "Stop making noise!"
The two boys who made no sound at all were kicked to the corner, then stood up silently and stared at the middle-aged man. After the middle-aged man invited Chen Yang to enter the bath, he took the two boys out. Chen Yang stopped him and said, "Let them stay."
The middle-aged man humbly pushed the two children in front of him: "I hope you will be satisfied with our service."
The door was closed, and the two children looked at Chen Yang expressionlessly. Chen Yang squatted down and asked, "What are you most afraid of?"
The two children answered in unison: "Father." There was no change in the tone, which was very strange.
Chen Yang: "Besides that?"
They answered again in unison: "Rainy day."
Chen Yang: “Why?”
They answered in unison: "On rainy days, guests come to visit. White firewood is thrown into the boiler, and the water in the bathing pool is boiled to cook white pigs. Watch the stove fire, add firewood, slaughter the white pigs, and clean the bathing pool. It is busy and tiring, and I am most afraid of it."
Chen Yang's fingertips moved slightly, and he felt that the words the two people recited in unison without any ups and downs in the tone were particularly strange and terrifying. So he asked, "What is a white pig?"
The two children kept their mouths shut, stared into the sky, and made no answer.
Chen Yang thought they didn't want to answer, and just when he was about to ask other questions, he suddenly realized that they had already answered him. He was the "white pig", and all the guests bathing in the bathhouse were "white pigs" waiting to be slaughtered.
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why are you killing white pigs?"
"cost."
“Why are there the most visitors on rainy days?”
The two children's expressions changed, and they looked terrified. They stepped back in unison, feeling both fearful and greedy: "Do you have any candy? We want candy. Give us candy and we'll tell you."
Chen Yang took out two candies from his pocket and handed them to them. When they saw them, their faces turned ugly: "This is not candy!! You lied to us!!!" They seemed to want to be angry, but because Chen Yang was a guest, they could only endure it.
Chen Yang probably knew that they were referring to the candy mixed with human blood, so he took out the human skin of the hostess. The two children grabbed it and bit it madly. Soon they ate all the human skin, burped and treated Chen Yang with a much better attitude.
They said, "Because he likes rainy days the most."
“On rainy days, guests come to visit.”
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