Chapter 0018 Second Live Broadcast
The window creaked open as soon as it was pushed, and the unpleasant smell of decay hit me in the face.
It ’s not locked!
I was extremely surprised and hesitated when looking at the dark kitchen.
After what happened last time, the old man should have been alert and locked the windows, but now the windows still open with a push. Is this a trap?
But on second thought, the old man's injury is the best opportunity for me to fight back. If I miss this opportunity and wait for the old man to recover, my chances of winning may be even smaller.
Without further hesitation, I grabbed the sticky window frame and climbed into the kitchen.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I opened my large black-screen mobile phone and held a sharp Swiss knife in my other hand.
The cold white light swept across the dirty kitchen. There was nothing scary on the screen. I held the Swiss knife in my hand and walked forward cautiously.
The last time I escaped, I saw a skeleton wrapped in clothes in the kitchen, so I was extra careful.
But when I got to the place where I was last time, I saw that there was only an empty rocking chair left.
The old man must have hidden the skeleton.
There was nothing unusual in the kitchen. The large steamers were quietly placed in the big pot, and there was no sickening smell of meat.
Outside the kitchen is the eerie and dark first floor.
Empty, quiet, and without a trace of life.
I walked out slowly.
The old man was not found anywhere, either at the counter or in the restaurant. However, a few bloodstains were found on the ground, extending from the front door to a small room on the first floor.
The door wasn't locked!
What on earth is this old man doing? He can't be so careless!
After thinking about it, I realized that no one would dare to come here in the middle of the night, so I simply pushed the door wide open so that I could retreat if I encountered danger.
The hut where the bloodstains extended was locked from the outside.
The old man should not be inside, maybe he is waiting for me on the second floor.
The rotten stairs creaked. I held the Swiss knife tightly and went upstairs carefully under the light of the large black screen mobile phone.
The narrow and gloomy corridor, with closed doors on both sides, was like a single black eye, looking at me coldly.
The second floor was even quieter. Although I tried my best to make my footsteps light, the sound of my movements was still particularly clear here.
Only the door of room four was open. I walked to the door and shone the light of my cell phone inside.
There was nothing scary on the eerie screen, nor was there any old man. Only the remaining knife marks on the pale wall were still shocking.
I don't feel right.
It's been so long since he came in, why hasn't the old man taken any action yet?
Too badly injured to be helpless?
Or... has he already run away? !
My intuition leans more towards the latter.
To verify this guess, I hurried downstairs and found the key to the second-floor room behind the counter.
I opened all the doors and found that every room was still the same as it was before, and of course there was no sign of the old man.
Now, the only place that had not been searched was the locked small room on the first floor.
I took out the tools I had prepared in advance and opened the lock easily. Then I held the Swiss knife tightly and pushed open the door.
There was a strange smell in the small and simple room. There was only a bed, a table, and an old cabinet as furniture.
As expected, the old man was not there. I was 90% sure that he had run away.
Walking into the hut, I opened the closet, which was full of old clothes, both for men and women. All the daily necessities in this room were for two people, but I had never seen his old woman.
Wait...could that be the skeleton?
Treating skeletons like living people, the old man is really perverted!
I felt a chill all over my body, and I didn't want to stay any longer even if the old man was not there.
When I turned around, I caught a glimpse of something strange on the wall behind the door.
I moved closer and pushed the door open, revealing a strange painting on the mottled wall.
The paper has turned yellow, the corners are curling, and some places are even stuck to the wall. I don't know how long it has been stuck here.
The content of the painting is extremely weird.
The painting is done in ink and water , with only a few strokes, but it is so lifelike.
A bald beauty whose identity could not be identified as a man or a woman stood barefoot on the tortoise shell, with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips, her clothes fluttering like a startled wild goose.
He is extremely handsome, with kind eyes, and his demeanor suggests that he is a god who can save all living beings. However, there is a ferocious giant python wrapped around his body, and it is hard to tell whether it is good or evil.
God does not look like God, and Buddha does not look like Buddha.
I stared at the painting for a while, but I still couldn't figure out what it was. I took a few photos with my phone and left the Eight Immortals Bun Shop.
The remaining three days were very peaceful, giving me a chance to catch my breath and be in the best possible condition for the second live broadcast.
During the day, I opened the shop to do business as usual, and at night I sat cross-legged on the bed to practice the art of observing qi with the third eye.
Time flies.
Three days later, at twelve o'clock midnight, the large black screen phone lit up.
Hideous bloody words appeared on the screen.
"The harder choice than life and death is deciding who to trust! Stay or leave, what will you choose?"
"Welcome back to the Ghost Story Live Room!"
"Live broadcast location: Coffin Shop No. 44, Longfu Town, East Suburbs ."
“Live broadcast mission: Enter Coffin Shop No. 44 within 24 hours and survive from midnight to dawn.”
"Mission Reward: One Ambergris Fruit, the Jade Maiden Calming Mantra, and three random lower-level talismans. Choose one from the three."
