Chapter 43 Classic Movie Appreciation (XVII)
"Do you think Wei Xian will really believe it?"
In the dormitory, Guo Guo rested his chin on his chest and stared at the door, asking with some concern.
"If a person can stubbornly fall into the same pit twice, she will most likely fall into it a third time."
Tang Xin Jue said.
From experience, Wei Xian had no resistance to this kind of verbal temptation, otherwise he would not have become the first victim of the luck-changing technique.
"In comparison, what we need to worry about more is whether Wei Xian can persuade her master." After all, the other party is the cunning liar.
Listening to Tang Xin Jue's analysis, Zhang You drew a bunch of logical lines on the paper, still frowning, and sighed, "I'm really not good at reading people's minds, Xin Jue, do you think the success rate is high?"
Tang Xinjue seemed relatively relaxed, and was even concentrating on experimenting with filling the toilet plunger with water in front of the sink, but was angrily spat out by the rubber head.
"If we pretend to be Wei Xian to negotiate, our imitation may not be perfect and people may become suspicious. It is best for the real Wei Xian to do this, so that the success rate can be maximized. Of course, even if it fails, it does not mean that there are no other ways."
Fortunately, things developed as expected. Half a day later, Jin Wen sent a message:
——Success is coming soon.
In dormitory 612, Wei Xian stared at the screen of his mobile phone, as if there were some monster inside.
The master's warnings and scoldings were still ringing in her ears, but an even stronger desire for quick success overwhelmed her reason and fear of the master, prompting her to make up an urgent excuse and click the video button.
When the connection request that had lasted for a long time was finally connected, a fat and big-eared man appeared on the other side of the screen, with a fierce look in his eyes: "What's the matter..."
A trace of fear finally appeared on Wei Xian's dull face. She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but suddenly a familiar voice rang in her ears, which made her heart tighten:
"Since I'm looking for you, it must be something important."
Several people turned their heads suddenly and found that Jin Wen had quietly opened the door without them knowing. People from the next dormitory had already rushed in one after another, and the person standing next to her now was Tang Xinjue.
Wei Xian was shocked: "You guys!"
Before she could finish the rest of the sentence, her hands were empty and the phone was in the other person's hands.
The fat man on the screen was stunned for a second. When he saw Tang Xinjue's smiling face, he was about to yell angrily, but before he could finish his words, he realized that something was wrong and immediately reached out his hand to turn off the video.
Pop.
The man's hands froze in the air.
The next moment, a pig-slaughtering howl came from his distorted face. He ignored the phone on the table and tore off the rubber object on his face with his hands.
The dormitory was also silent.
Everyone watched with their own eyes as Tang Xinjue pulled out a toilet plunger from somewhere, and then watched it pass through the phone screen and directly hit the fat man's furious face.
Through, over, a phone screen?
[Shuttle: There is no medium that I cannot penetrate. If there is, please continue to upgrade.]
[From now on, in all horror movies, the thing that crawls out of the screen may not be a ghost hand, but a toilet plunger.]
The suction of the toilet plunger was not something that the fat man could easily break free of. He struggled several times but failed. He immediately asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Tang Xin Jue's hands were as steady as a rock, and he said gently, "You should be the one to answer this question. What benefit can you get from using the so-called luck-changing technique to harm students?"
When the fortune-changing technique was mentioned, the fat man calmed down and spoke in a muffled voice, "It was my mistake. I didn't expect that there would be a capable Taoist friend here. Since we are all from the same sect, why don't we solve the illusion and talk peacefully? Why bother to start a war right away?"
After automatically understanding the toilet plunger as an illusion, the obese man felt a lot more relaxed.
Tang Xin Jue smiled and said, "If you still want your head, it's better not to waste your time."
After saying that, a stream of water spurted out from the toilet plunger, and the man was caught off guard and inhaled it into his nasal cavity. His entire face turned red from choking, and he immediately thrashed around like a fish on a chopping board: "Don't do it! If you kill me, no one will know how to break the Yellow Talisman Death Curse!"
Yellow Talisman Death Curse?
Tang Xin Jue blinked: "It has been taken directly from the door and burned."
The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Then you are definitely dead. They will haunt you forever, ahem...those, those souls who died of the curse in the past..."
Tang Xin Jue: "But as far as I know, there is no solution to the Yellow Talisman curse."
“That’s because you’re not skilled enough!” The man sneered, “You just need to follow the specific hexagram formation and find eight young men and women born during the Yin hour, and then you can pass on the curse layer by layer. The Yellow Talisman Death Curse is my masterpiece. When they are all dead, their souls can be controlled by me… Ahhhh!”
The suction on his face became deeper, and there was a chilling chill that penetrated his bones, reminding him of his current situation.
The man paused, then changed his tone to flattering: "But it doesn't matter if you burn it. I have another way. As long as you mix your own blood with red soil and pour it on the place where the yellow paper bag used to be, you can confuse the evil spirit and prolong your life..."
Guo Guo suddenly said: "He is lying!"
Fat man: “…”
Tang Xin Jue: "Toilet plunger, eat."
The rubber head made a "big chewing" motion as if it was really eating, but it failed to really eat the fat man, causing the other party to cry out in pain: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you the truth!"
"The truth, the truth is..." The fat man moved his lips, "In the later stage, the curse will prevent you from going out of ten meters, the red mark on your neck will not fade, and there will be someone behind you who cannot be responded to... There is no solution to the death curse, and you can only survive! But since you have already burned the yellow paper, your death date has come-"
Amid the man's crazy laughter, the toilet plunger was suddenly pulled out from above his head. Just as he opened his eyes in a daze, a yellow paper bag spit out of the rubber head.
The man who was hit in the face by the yellow paper bag: "..."
Tang Xin Jue: "As you said, since you are in a hurry to sacrifice others, it means that you are also trying to transfer your own curse. The Yellow Talisman Death Curse is just a medium to spread the curse on you. If we are not mistaken, the original body of this curse should be related to the headless ghost, right?"
The fat man's lips trembled: "You, you can't do this, this must be fake, this must be an illusion!"
Tang Xin Jue remained unmoved and spoke clearly: "You are right, the curse cannot be reversed, but it can be spread. From now on, you don't have to hide anymore, worrying about being caught by the curse again."
As the other party's terrified eyes widened, Tang Xinjue's smile deepened:
"Congratulations, you have a good life, blessings will come soon."
After the video was closed, Tang Xinjue pulled out the toilet plunger, revealing only scattered hairs inside. The rubber strip exhaled, indicating that he had tried his best.
At least at this point in the movie, this "master" is still alive and cannot be directly devoured.
The dormitory was extremely quiet. Wei Xian and the others were in a daze, seemingly unable to react to what had just happened.
Isn't the yellow paper fortune-transfer spell a spell to improve luck? How come in the fat man's mouth, it turned into a yellow talisman death curse?
Aren't they going to receive blessings soon? Why are they saying that their death is near?
The brains that had been corroded too deeply could not bear such thinking. The two roommates, Cao Rou and Zhou Xing, fainted one after another. Only Wei Xian was dazed for a while, then covered his head and screamed, then rushed out of the dormitory and disappeared.
Jin Wen also looked pale. She leaned back in her chair and remained silent for a while. She raised her head and managed to raise the corners of her mouth: "We should be, really hopeless."
Although this premonition had already occupied the depths of her mind before she got the answer, when everything was exposed before her eyes, in addition to sadness and despair, Jin Wen also felt a sense of inexplicable relief.
At least this time, she knew in advance who had killed her, and would not sink into the endless torture of unknown fear. The only biggest regret was that she did not see the culprit being attacked with her own eyes.
But at least, the backlash was not late.
"Thank you."
When she looked up again, Jin Wen was already in tears. This time she did not try to hide her tears, and the red scar on her neck was oozing blood.
As if she had suddenly regained her strength, she pushed Tang Xinjue and the other three back to Dormitory 606, then tightly grasped Tang Xinjue's hand.
"Stay here the whole time. No matter what you hear, don't go out."
"Whatever happens, don't open the door!"
