The couple dashed all the way in a lifeless way, not knowing how many floors they had run. When they suddenly came back to their senses, they found that the seemingly endless staircase had reached the end, and a small iron door appeared in the place. in front of them.
The two of them didn't have time to think, they pushed each other and ran towards the only exit.
When the couple came back to their senses, they were shocked to realize that they were standing on the rooftop of the love hotel.
It stands to reason that in order to ensure the safety of guests, hotels should lock the doors of the balcony.
But just like the couple's shouting and shouting failed to alarm anyone, and they clearly lived on the third floor but couldn't go down the stairs, they were indeed on the open balcony, terrified and unobstructed. Help, bewildered.
"No, no way!"
The woman's mood has almost collapsed.
"What to do? What do we do now?!"
Men naturally do not know what to do.
He didn't understand at all, he just watched a jump from a building, and he owed a few more words, how did he end up in such a field
At this time, the dead Lord A had already come up the stairs, like a big spider, crawled through the door with crooked limbs, and approached the two of them step by step.
In fear and despair, the man burst out with desperate courage.
He ran towards the twisted ghost, kicked its bloody head with a kick.
However, the figure of the ghost that Jun A had transformed into suddenly rose in height in this second. Under the horrified gaze of the man, he turned into an executioner who was more than two meters tall, wearing a linen robe and a sack over his head.
When Mr. A, or Luo Yuanming was still alive, he never felt that spreading Ye Jia's death on the Internet was an act of cannibalism.
Even after the video was scolded by strange netizens and had to delete the video under pressure, he didn't think he did anything wrong at all.
- It's not my fault that the house is on fire!
—I don't shoot that woman, she'll die anyway!
—There are many more disgusting videos on the Internet than this one, what's the point of being rare
That's what Mr. A thought at the time.
But today, when Luo Yuanming was crushed to the rooftop by the executioner and burst into tears, he finally felt a strong resentment from his heart.
He hates those onlookers below.
So many people were watching him, but no one came to the rescue.
These people, like watching a monkey show, are eagerly waiting for his death.
So when he fell from the sky and hit the concrete floor, his head cracked like a watermelon, Luo Yuanming felt extremely unwilling and resentful.
He wants revenge.
Those who watched him die, he also wanted to give them a taste of tragic death.
And Gui Gui, who was looking for a new host, immediately responded to his obsession.
So now, Mr. A is the new executioner.
&&& &&& &&&
Execution manpower is infinite.
It was like catching two chicks, one in each hand, grabbed the collars of the young man and woman, and lifted them all the way to the edge of the rooftop.
The rooftop is only surrounded by a waist-high railing, and below it is the street in the middle of the night. If you fall, it means "death".
The couple struggled desperately at first, screaming loudly, but soon they were exhausted, and they didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.
Just when they thought they were about to fall, they suddenly heard a chuckle.
"Wait a minute."
An unfamiliar male voice said softly and lowly:
"Put people down."
The executioner stopped.
It turned around slowly, stiffly, like a huge broken clockwork doll.
Beiquan, dressed in black, was standing ten meters away from the executioner, with Wei Fuyuan behind him.
"Nice place to pick."
Beiquan looked around and seemed very satisfied with the empty rooftop.
"If you start here, you don't have to bother Zhu Ling to take care of the aftermath for us."
The executioner's face was blocked by the sack, and no one could see its expression.
Like throwing two garbage bags, it dropped the young men and women who were carrying them in their hands.
The two, who were already frightened and collapsed, didn't even know how to dodge, and just held their heads and huddled in place, like two quails shivering.
In the next instant, a black mist rose up around Gui Gui's body.
Poor Wei Fuyuan was a staunch atheist three days ago, but now he is about to confront a Specter.
It's definitely not a psychological effect. At the moment when the black air rose, Young Master Wei felt that the temperature around him dropped by two or three degrees.
The executioner's body was originally very tall, and the thick black fog suddenly magnified the sense of visual oppression, as if just standing there would make people feel fearful.
The couple cats were at the executioner's feet, and when they were teased by the black anger, they fell to the ground without even snorting, and didn't move anymore.
"Fuck!"
Big drops of cold sweat seeped out from Wei Fuyuan's forehead. He tried hard to control his instinct to escape danger:
"What should we do now?"
Beiquan smiled.
"It's simple."
He replied:
"I am responsible for sealing the ghost, and you are responsible for protecting me."
Wei Fuyuan: "What!?"
He turned his head abruptly, his face horrified:
"I'm just an ordinary person, I can't do any magic, how..."
Just as Young Master Wei was about to say "how to protect you", out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Gui Gui, wrapped in black energy all over his body, coming straight towards the two of them.
One step faster than the ghost is Beiquan.
Without hesitation, he took a few steps back and opened the distance between him and the ghost.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
He has practiced karate and Maga for many years, and has developed a conditioned reflex, and he subconsciously assumes a posture of responding to the enemy.
Who would have guessed that Beiquan would be so unkind, leaving him as a layman who didn't know anything, and ran away first!
Although it was only a second away, it was too late for Wei Fuyuan to try to escape.
The ghost rushed in front of him, Pu Shanda's right hand stretched out, and with a condescending attitude, he went straight towards his neck and pinched it.
How could Wei Fuyuan make him succeed!
He ducked sideways, protecting his vitals with his crossed elbows, and flipping his other arm over, clasping Gui Gui's right hand.
Wei Fuyuan never thought that he would actually touch the ghost.
A bone-chilling chill penetrated from his palm.
Young Master Wei felt as if his whole body was immersed in ice water. The black energy around Gui Gui was like the tentacles of some kind of poisonous jellyfish, sending a chill that could freeze bones into his limbs. .
But at the same time, Wei Fuyuan saw a faint golden light rising from his palm.
This light is like an invisible barrier, slightly blocking the invasion of black gas.
"Drink!"
Wei Fuyuan shouted loudly, and pressed his arm down hard, jamming Gui Gui's elbow. At the same time, he flew sideways and kicked the opponent's waist.
He kicked the devil hard.
Ordinary people suffered this blow, and a rib would be broken in minutes, but the tall ghost only shook his body slightly.
"Fuck!"
Wei Fuyuan's little heart suddenly froze.
"It can't be beat at all!"
He turned his head and saw that Beiquan had retreated ten meters away, holding a brush in one hand, writing and drawing in the void, not knowing what he was doing.
- Does this spellcasting come with a reading?
"hold onto!"
As the boss, Beiquan gave the highest instructions:
"Thirty seconds, just don't die!"
Young Master Wei was about to explode with anger.
But now he was not allowed to think too much.
Gui Gui seemed to be completely irritated by Wei Fuyuan's kick just now, and the black mist grew long, like tentacles dancing wildly, rushing towards him with the overwhelming cold air.
- Thirty seconds!
The time Beiquan asked him to hold on was thirty seconds!
Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth fiercely, not dodging or evading, facing the attack of the ghost head-on.
For a person with good fighting skills, Gui Gui's tricks are very simple and rude, all relying on brute force to kill.
But the icy black mist was like a through-body steel needle, turning Young Master Wei into a hedgehog. If it wasn't for the protection of that layer of golden light, he would have been frozen long ago.
It was a matter of life and death, so Wei Fuyuan could only show 100% concentration, resist the attack of the ghosts with the smallest movements, and at the same time minimize the area of contact with the black qi.
However, this is the case, Wei Fuyuan still really understands what a second is like a year.
- How long has it been
He asked himself in his heart.
Several times, Wei Fuyuan wanted to look back and see what Beiquan was doing—the promised thirty seconds, why hasn't it been done yet
Finally, just when he was about to take it no longer, Beiquan's voice sounded behind him:
"Xiaowei, get out of the way!"
This sound is like the sound of heaven.
Wei Fuyuan didn't have time to think too much about anything, he just squatted to avoid the ghost's grasp, and threw himself to the side, then rolled on the spot.
At the same time, Beiquan pulled out a long stick from nowhere, and with one hand raised, a piece of snow-white satin with a length of two meters was created out of thin air, and the pen in the other hand dropped heavily in the air.
The next moment, the red light flourished, and an extremely complex rune appeared in front of him.
The bright red rune hit the ghost, and instantly turned into countless thin red threads, which tightly bound the black air in circles.
The ghost struggled violently as if feeling extreme pain.
But it couldn't break away those seemingly fragile red threads.
The red silk thread is getting tighter and tighter, and the ghost bound in it is like a sausage that has been deformed by strangulation, gradually losing the appearance of its executioner, and getting smaller and smaller, until only a fist-sized ball remains. .
Beiquan reached out and threw the snow-white brocade over.
The satin is like a dancing long snake, and the red thread is tightly wrapped in it.
"Okay, it's over."
Beiquan put away the pen, and Shi Shiran walked over to Bai Duan.
He untied the tangled satin and rolled it up again with a stick.
The red silk thread and the ghost have disappeared, and there is only a pale gray shadow left in the satin, which is held in the palm of Beiquan's hand, so hazy that it will disappear after just a breath.
"What it is?"
Although this group of gray shadows doesn't seem to be lethal, Wei Fuyuan has suffered enough in the past few days, and he has lingering fears and does not dare to get too close.
Beiquan replied:
"It's Luo Yuanming's soul."
He opened the suitcase, put away the white satin and the brush, took out a small bottle, and put the gray shadow in it.
"He's lucky, the time he was possessed by the ghost was short, and he didn't have time to kill people. His resentment wasn't too strong, and he was able to overcome it."
Beiquan smiled:
"I sent him to Longquan Temple, and asked the priests to recite the scriptures for him, and then worship him for a year and a half. It should be almost the same."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Beiquan tilted his head again:
"Why, do you think I can read "The Great Rescue Sutra"? Of course, I leave it to professionals."
Wei Fuyuan choked.
"I'm not thinking about this..."
He shook his arm, which was very sore for some reason after the fight with the ghost, and decided to put down his doubts for the time being and leave it for later.
"What about these two?"
Wei Fuyuan pointed to the couple who were still lying on the ground.
"Just leave it here."
Beiquan replied:
"It's not cold now, and it can't freeze people's lives."
With that said, he picked up the packed suitcase, turned and walked towards the exit of the rooftop.
"When they wake up, most of them will think they just had a nightmare."
The author has something to say: the first story ends here, hey!
It is said that the inspiration for this story comes from the Japanese urban legend "Ape Dream", and the setting of the fire is the news that I have seen before~