Requiem Chapter 33: The World of the Dead (2)
" Why didn't you say it earlier !" Yin Hun glared at him, then walked quickly to the door. After quickly finding the right point of force, he kicked the door open. The sharp impact sound was accompanied by the echo from the end of the corridor, like the cries of ghosts in the underworld, one after another.
With a click, Yin Hui turned on the light, and the long-lost warmth instantly pulled the entire room out of the arms of death.
The originally dim green light in the corridor went out without any warning at this moment, as dim as a hanging apple. Luo Zhe, who was following behind, was frightened and broke out in a sweat. He almost screamed without caring about his identity.
"Dad, why did you change the light bulb?" Zhang Yunfei complained as he walked towards his father's desk.
Mr. Zhang is a kind old man. At this moment, he is sitting upright in the boss chair with a faint smile on his face. In the light, you can see that the old man's skin is rosy and shiny, and there are not many wrinkles. He doesn't look like a fifty-year-old man.
Tea cups, file boxes, pens, phones, the table was neatly arranged. But the strange thing was that although Mr. Zhang was sitting, he didn't pay any attention to anyone at all. He just stared blankly at the documents in front of him, as if he was distracted.
"Father?" Zhang Yunfei called out curiously again.
But the old man still didn't answer.
Yin Hun took a look and did not rush forward. He just flicked out the four yellow talismans that had been folded into triangles from his five fingers one by one. After throwing all the small things accurately to the four corners of the house, he said coldly: "Don't shout, the old man has passed away."
"Nonsense!" Zhang Yunfei shouted hysterically, "Isn't my father sitting right here?"
Having learned from the previous two lessons, Luo Zhe did not dare to argue with Yin Hun and the others this time. This is what they call learning from one's mistakes.
"Take a closer look!"
"Father?" Zhang Yunfei's voice was mixed with a hint of anxiety.
"Uncle?" Luo Zhe greeted him with a smile, but the old man obviously didn't give them face and continued to stare meticulously at the document in front of him.
Zhang Yunfei's expression changed completely and became very ugly. He looked at Yin Hui but could not smile.
"What happened to my father?"
"Mr. Zhang, from the moment I walked into the room, I felt that there was no breath of living people here. You still don't believe it. Well, then I will make you believe it completely."
After saying this, Yin Hun walked up to Zhang's father, took out the lightning bracelet from his arms, and put it on his right wrist.
This 'Thunder Bracelet' is a gift from my master, Lao Zhao, to me. It is also one of the seven magical instruments that have been passed down for a hundred years in the Maoshan Li Zong.
According to Lao Zhao, this item is often worn on the right hand, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth at ordinary times, and only shows its true colors when used. If the caster injects all his Taoist skills into the bracelet, a huge blue electric arc will be generated. With high-speed attacks, it can penetrate the human body in an instant. When it reaches its extreme, it can even cut off the lightning in the sky. Of course, Yin Hui does not need to be so strenuous at this moment. All things are interdependent and restrained, and there are natural rules. In the Taoist sayings, lightning has always been the mortal enemy of ghosts and monsters, so most of the spells and instructions are closely related to the thunder element in the air. Now what he needs to do is to stimulate the half-power of the lightning bracelet to break up the layout here.
There was a faint roar of a blue dragon, and after a circle of blue ripples rolled around the lightning bracelet, Zhang's father's body slowly began to decay, his rosy skin began to sag, and the original color gradually became rough and dim.
The two bright eyes that only superiors possessed seemed tired and gradually lost their majesty. The divergent pupils bulged from the inside to the outside, and even the hair began to fall out in clumps.
In just a few breaths, the person who was alive just now turned into a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
"Oh my god!" Luo Zhe's voice changed. He didn't care about his position as the general manager and ran away without thinking. Then he fell to the ground without paying attention.
It can be said that Zhang Yunfei was also shocked. The person just now was clearly a living person, but he turned into a rotten corpse in an instant, and it was so scary.
"Father, father..." He cried out in pain when he came to his senses, and fell to his knees and cried loudly. Yin Hui was not idle either. In order to prevent unnecessary corpse transformation, he took out a "corpse suppression talisman" with cinnabar marks from his arms, and pasted it on the forehead of Mr. Zhang. Then he stroked Zhang's father's face with his right hand, allowing his wide-open eyes to close. "Mr. Zhang, let's go! Come here after twelve o'clock to clean up your father's remains. He has turned himself into a zombie, and there must be something strange about it. The yin energy here is too heavy. I have temporarily suppressed it with the "Four Phases Soul Collection Formation". After cleaning it up, I will ask a Taoist monk to perform a ritual to get all the dirty things out of it." Yin Hui pulled Zhang Yunfei up, and regardless of whether the latter was willing or not, he slowly left the room. If he was alone, it would not matter, but now there was an additional Zhang Yunfei, so he had to be careful. He didn't want the other party to become the second Zhang father.
As they walked, the furniture on both sides of the house were undergoing subtle changes. The red elm chairs were gradually becoming thinner and the color was gradually fading, until finally they turned into a piece of paper-pasted furniture.
This... this is clearly a paper art piece specially prepared for the dead.
Zhang Yunfei turned pale with fright, while Luo Zhe's eyes almost popped out, because at this moment, two big white lanterns were hanging right in front of his forehead, and the flickering candlelight made the word "甸" on the lanterns even more breathtaking.
I didn't expect that the things in this office would actually...
Yin Hui lit a cigarette to boost his courage, and handed it to Zhang Yunfei. After taking a puff and blowing out a few puffs of smoke, the two of them finally felt some warmth on their chilly backs. Taking advantage of the accumulated energy, they ran out of the corridor in two steps.
Looking back, behind the transparent glass, there is no office at all! It is simply a world of the dead, a paradise for ghosts. The furniture, bedside cabinets, and teacups are all made of paper, and some pendants have become cherry-mouthed, square-mouthed, white-faced paper figures. In the middle, on a colorful paper desk sits an old man, an old guy who has long been dried into the appearance of bacon.
Yin Hun took a long puff of his cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, which covered the glass with a layer of hazy smoke, making it impossible to see the scene inside clearly.
After doing all this, he dragged Zhang Yunfei, who was hiccuping and sobbing, back to the hall.
In the hall, the sound of the piano was still melodious. Because the people were sitting with their backs to the guests, not many people paid attention to the situation here.
"Mr. Luo, what's wrong? Do you want a glass of red wine to calm your nerves?" As soon as Yin Hui sat down, he smiled charmingly and handed over a bottle of Taibaizui filled with red wine. He really brought up something irrelevant.
Having witnessed the death of Zhang's father, how could Luo Zhe dare to touch the cup again? In his eyes, this thing was now a ghost that seduced souls and the god of death that took lives!
"Oh! No, no!"
"Don't come over here, don't come over here!"
Luo Zhe's well-maintained face turned pale with fright in an instant, his whole body was shaking and trembling, the hand holding the cigarette was also shaking rapidly, the ashes fell all over the floor, and burned countless small holes in the very expensive brand-name trousers. At this moment, there was no airs or dignity in his mind, only the scene he had seen before, and endless... horror.
Ran Tiantian frowned, Hai Linwei and Su Jing covered their mouths at the same time, as if trying to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out, and even Tang Yan couldn't help laughing. They naturally didn't know what had just happened, but they just guessed that this rich boy seemed to have been treated so badly by Yin Hui that even his nerves were a little abnormal.
Giving him a smiling look, Yin Hun bit his index finger and used the blood that had not yet evaporated to write a big word "舍" on the horrible cup.
"Find a place, wrap it in quicklime, bury it deep underground, and never unearth it again. Because the person who gave this 'Taibai Zui' to your ancestor is determined to harm you." Yin Hui whispered in Zhang Yunfei's ear: "This is the true power of 'Taibai Zui'. It not only harms the person involved, but also harms his descendants and even more."
"Mr. Yin, you're welcome." At this moment, Zhang Yunfei's complexion looked much better. He wiped away the tears on his face and looked at Yin Hun with his eyes wide open.
"No need to thank me, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. I don't think Mr. Luo has the heart to see me off, so... 88!" Yin Hun threw out an Internet slang and started to leave.
"What's wrong, Yin Hui? The party has just started!" Tang Yan asked who was following behind.
"Nothing. Anyway, we have exceeded the task today. Besides, this banquet, huh! Can't be held!" All the words that Luo Zhe had to say today were choked by Yin Hui, and the elegant image he had put on with great difficulty was completely ruined. Looking at Tang Yan's cuddly appearance and the envious eyes of the three women, he kept holding the sofa with force and trembled to the point of hysteria.
"Yin Hui, I can't fucking stand against you!"
Suddenly, Yin Hui stopped, turned around and gave Yin Hui a charming smile: "I'm at your service anytime!"
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Damn, what kind of ears does this guy have! He can hear me even when I'm talking so quietly? Luo Zhe was dumbfounded.
