Chapter 0072: Suppressing Evil
A gust of cold air blew into the room.
"Huh, there's nothing here?" The dwarf looked outside and said while scratching his head.
I saw that the corridor outside was pitch black and the row of corridor lights had been turned off.
The remaining incandescent lamp in the room flickered, like a candle swaying in the wind, and it seemed that it could go out at any time.
The proprietress stared at the door, but after several minutes, nothing appeared.
"Mother……"
"Shut up!" The dwarf opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the proprietress angrily, "Go..."
When I heard her say "you go", I immediately threw the carving knife in my hand and hit her shoulder.
This carving knife is what I usually use to carve symbols. It is only about one finger long, and the blade is extremely narrow and thin. Even if it pierces the skin, it will only leave a small wound.
However, the next moment , a strange and bizarre scene appeared.
A stream of bright red blood gushed out from the proprietress's wound, like a dragon sucking water, the blood hung upside down in the air, not a drop fell to the ground.
The proprietress screamed in shock, and the dwarf shouted "Mom" and ran over to cover her wound, but he couldn't do anything about it.
I jumped up from the ground, waved my hand and threw out a handful of "fine-scale sand". The fine-scale sand could easily attach to the evil objects, and suddenly the outline of an object appeared vaguely in the air.
I saw the opportunity and lifted Lin Yang up, stuck to his back, supported his two arms, and rushed towards the thing, hugging it with my hands.
The small Hunyuan Talisman on his left and right palms suddenly made a "pop" sound, and the air seemed to be distorted. The incandescent lamp in the room finally couldn't bear it and exploded with a bang, and fragments flew everywhere.
I gently pushed Lin Yang to the side and threw a "Purple Star Demon-Revealing Talisman" into the air.
The talisman was stretched straight and hung in the air, igniting without wind. Halfway through burning, bright red blood suddenly oozed out of the talisman, soaking half of the talisman in a blink of an eye.
With two casual knife strikes, I knocked out the proprietress, who was half dead from loss of blood, and her dwarf son. I took a glass bottle from the table, lifted it into the air, and put the half-soaked talisman in blood into the bottle.
After pressing the bottle cap in place, he slapped a "talisman to suppress evil" on it.
There was a crackling sound in the bottle, as if a live fish was put into it. The half-broken talisman kept shaking and blood splashed in the bottle, which was really scary to look at.
I simply cast two more spells to suppress evil and put the glass bottle in my pocket.
I stood at the door and looked outside. The corridor was empty and silent. Seeing nothing unusual, I went back into the house.
The mother and son fell to the ground, unconscious. The proprietress's face was pale and bloodless, which made her look even more eerie and terrifying.
I put away the carving knife, picked up Lin Yang and examined him carefully. His breathing was steady and his body was full of yang energy. There was nothing unusual. Only then did I feel completely relieved.
I don’t know if it’s because this guy is unlucky or I am just unlucky, but all kinds of bad things happen to us.
Not to mention this terrifying mother and son hiding in the hotel, what I just put in the bottle should be the "mansion blood curse" that Xiao Shitou mentioned.
This thing is invisible and cannot be seen by the naked eye. I can't tell what it is.
But there are a few points that particularly concern me.
One is that when this thing kills people, it will leave a very strong negative energy, and wherever it passes, electric lights and electrical appliances such as cameras will be damaged to varying degrees.
The second is that the dead people all lost a lot of blood, and their clothes and the ground around them were quite clean, with almost no bloodstains visible, which shows that this thing most likely sucked blood when killing people.
The third is that the people killed by this thing have all been to the mansion, there is no doubt about this, but there is a question here, that is, when Lin Yang and I appear at the same time, who will this thing kill? Or will it kill everyone in the room?
When the proprietress was confronting me with a knife, I suddenly attacked her and stabbed her shoulder with the carving knife. Sure enough, her blood was sucked out immediately. I took the opportunity to determine the location of the thing and sprinkled a handful of fine sand.
The fine-scale sand has the effect of attracting yin, and once it touches something, a rough outline appears in the air. I then carry Lin Yang and rush over together. No matter which of us that thing is coming for, I use the "Small Hunyuan Talisman" pasted on Lin Yang's palm to seal it, and then finish with the "Ziwei Xiansha Curse Talisman" to seal the thing into the bottle.
At this moment, urgent sirens sounded outside the window. It should be the fans in the live broadcast room who called for help in time.
I went forward and felt the pulse of the female college student. I saw that her eyes were dull and her expression was dazed. I thought that she had suffered inhuman torture in the past three years and her spirit had collapsed.
I took the ring off my middle finger, pulled it into a silver needle, and swung it between her eyebrows. Although it didn't work immediately, it helped her recover soon.
After finishing this task, I quietly left the old building before the people below rushed up.
It was already past three in the morning, and dawn would come in an hour or two. I walked along the dim street for a while, my mind gradually relaxed, but suddenly I felt a wave of fatigue coming over me, and I couldn't help yawning a few times.
Ever since my health started to deteriorate, I have been feeling weaker and weaker. I can’t even stay up all night.
This area is an old district waiting to be demolished. It was deserted all the way. After walking for a while, I finally saw a bun shop opened in front of me.
I heard that anyone who makes breakfast has to get up early in the dark, because they have to grind soy milk and make steamed buns. Once everything is ready, it is almost dawn before they can start their business.
It's really hard work.
"Boss, do we have buns now?" I asked, yawning.
The proprietress was busy in the store. She turned around and smiled in surprise, "The buns are not cooked yet. How about I make you a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks? They are freshly fried and smell so good!"
When I saw her face clearly, I was stunned and said with a smile, "Then eat whatever you have."
"Okay." The proprietress quickly brought me steaming hot soy milk and golden fried dough sticks.
What I saw made me hungry, so I picked up the soy milk and gulped down half a bowl of it. I felt a warmness rising in my stomach and I felt much better.
The proprietress is in her thirties, with a round face and thin eyebrows. Although she cannot be called a beauty, she gives people a natural sense of friendliness. The reason why I was stunned just now was because I had seen this face not long ago. She was the woman who knew Bajiquan.
But watching her skillfully wiping the tables and chairs and clearing the dishes in the store, you really couldn't tell that she was a practitioner who was proficient in Bajiquan.
"Madam boss, it's really hard work for you to run a bun shop, getting up so early." I said while eating fried dough sticks.
The lady boss opened the steamer and looked at it, then said with a smile, "It's all about life, you're not early, young man."