Requiem Chapter 41: Ghosts that Evolve Early
The entire corridor was empty, and no one dared to pass through here. But Yin Hui's workroom was right inside the toilet, so he had to pass through here to get out.
The three of them walked slowly and fearfully in the deserted corridor, not daring to breathe, but the sound of footsteps was inevitable.
Snapped……
Snap…
Snapped!
Mixed with empty echoes, this terrifying tune was almost incessant, rising and falling in the same rhythm as the heartbeat.
The blue and white cordon looked unusually eerie in this atmosphere.
Even the patches of sunlight streaming in through the high windows were shrouded in a depressing hue, like a captive pet.
It would be a lie to say that they were not afraid. When passing the toilet, the three of them tried their best to turn their heads to the other side, fearing that they would have any contact with this gathering place of souls. Tang Yan bit her lips tightly with her teeth, and her cold and beautiful face turned pale and crystal clear with fear.
Indeed, they are undertakers, the drivers of the last bus in the world. Time and years have tempered their hearts to be as calm as water, and they are not afraid of landslides. So now they can calmly dress up every dead person and send them to the other side of heaven. But this is not absolute. For example, now, when they really encounter someone they know who dies, and dies inexplicably, they become afraid, because they are human beings after all, living people .
Finally, after making countless resolutions, Shen Feifei and Tang Yan finally walked to the toilet. However, after Yin Hun took a step forward, he couldn't resist his curiosity and poked his head inside.
In fact, he just wanted to see whether the big-breasted and brainless policewoman took the so-called urine sample...
But after seeing this, Yin Hun's heart skipped a beat, because he found that in the innermost corner of the toilet, a fat guy was squatting there with a somewhat aggrieved look, his hands on his knees, his head buried between his legs, looking extremely shabby.
As if he had noticed Yin Hun's gaze, after a short pause, the man raised his head in response and grinned at him. It would have been fine if he hadn't smiled, but Yin Hun almost vomited all the food he had eaten for three days because the guy's entire jaw was broken in half, and it was hanging precariously on his cheek, shaking up and down with the movement of his facial muscles. Upon closer inspection, his entire body was as black as charcoal, with wisps of green-red flames coming out of his nose and eye sockets, just like a red-hot old pipe in the hands of a rural old man.
Damn, isn’t this the ghost of Mr. Ma?
Just as Yin Hun barely swallowed a mouthful of sour water, the flaming soul suddenly appeared in front of him and was about to hit him.
However, Yin Hun was agile and knew very well that ghosts were invisible. As long as he didn't get caught in their trap, they wouldn't be able to hurt him. He then curled his right thumb outward, curled the remaining four fingers into a fist, and muttered "Ding!" to himself. In an instant, several faint mantras danced in the air, and the Taoist energy hidden in the meridians suddenly exploded in a small area, creating a shock wave with a diameter of two meters. Of course, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei would not see all this, and Ma Gobi's ghost fell against the wall in pain, wailing, and looked at Yin Hun with more fear and vigilance.
Of course, he had no intention of giving up. Ghosts always bully the weak and fear the strong. Moreover, when he was alive, he was also such a clown wandering in the lower and middle classes of society.
The broken jaw smiled sinisterly again. At the same time, a black mass appeared on the top of Shen Feifei's head, a few steps away from Yin Hui. It was like the black mist before a storm, mysterious and bizarre. Gradually, an arm with only bones left emerged from the black mist.
The dry arm slowly reached down, like a burnt bamboo pole, or like a salivating poisonous snake, about to touch Shen Feifei's unsuspecting face.
In a flash, Yin Hun turned around suddenly, and his left hand slashed through the distance between Ku Shou and Shen Feifei with a knife-like "whoosh". He didn't care what the other party did, and without thinking, he grabbed Shen Feifei and Tang Yan's hands and fled out of the aisle like a fly.
When he reached the hall and took two deep breaths of fresh air, his foggy mind finally came to its senses. Thinking about it now, he actually felt that everything was an illusion.
According to the Maoshan Sutra, people who died have a lot of resentment, because they died tragically before, which makes them more obsessed than ordinary ghosts. Therefore, after waiting for the seventh night of returning souls, they often return to the place where they died, or wander around, unwilling to leave for a long time. Or they cannot resolve their hatred and become evil ghosts. Yes, Ma Gobi did die a violent death, but even so, in order to meet the conditions for soul condensation, it must wait until midnight on the seventh day?
So what do you see now and how do you explain it?
Moreover, how could the soul of a person who had just died have reached such a high level of resentment?
Is it possible that there is another unknown mysterious force in the world that controls all of this?
Yin Hui felt a little overwhelmed. He had been having a headache for the past few days...
With a bitter smile, if things didn't end, she would really have to make up her mind to make a few bags of Sanlu milk powder to fight poison with poison. "Yin Hun, what happened to you just now? Why did you suddenly pull us and run away?" Shen Feifei stared at Yin Hun with a different look. She always felt that Yin Hun must have encountered something exciting just now. She never got tired of exciting things.
"Tell me! Did you see a ghost..." At this point, Shen Feifei's eyes suddenly lit up, and she grabbed Yin Hui's hand excitedly, blinking her eyelashes and said, "Come on, take me to see it! I've never seen a ghost in my life, and I don't know what it looks like!"
Yin Hun frowned, and Tang Yan also frowned. What Tang Yan minded was the intimate action Shen Feifei made towards Yin Hun, but Yin Hun was thinking, my goodness, seeing a ghost is like going to an amusement park, this little girl is really fearless!
He smacked his lips, then glared at Shen Feifei and ignored her. It is said that people who deal with corpses are most afraid of mentioning the word "ghost". Because as long as they say the word "ghost", the ghosts around them will think that the other party wants to chat with them, and then join in like joining a QQ group...
After comforting the two girls, Yin Hui took them out of the funeral home and found a nearby home-style restaurant to sit down. He ordered a few dishes at random and started eating without caring about his status.
Although Tang Yan and Shen Feifei were a little hungry, they just used chopsticks to eat slowly, and occasionally put some food into Yin Hui's bowl. Yin Hui didn't care, because it saved him from picking up food, so he ate everything. But after eating for a while, he realized that Tang Yan seemed to be upset with him, because what she put into his bowl was fish at first, but slowly, it turned into chili peppers, and finally, it was all chili peppers, red chili peppers, green chili peppers, and chili peppers everywhere...
The restaurant owner sat on the bench next to them and looked at the three people with a strange expression, his eyes full of sympathy.
After a simple meal, the three of them returned to the dressing room. When they passed by the toilet, only Shen Feifei tilted her head to see what was inside the toilet, but was pulled back by Yin Hui. Fortunately, I don't know if it was because of me, I didn't see the ghost of the fat guy haunting me this time.
"Have you heard that Ma Gobi was killed by the fierce ghost suppressed in the museum?"
"Yeah! I heard about it too. It is said that the female ghost hangs around in the funeral home every day, and just like the orange in The Ring, she has killed countless people."
"If you are uneducated, that's called Sadako!"
"Sister, you are educated, your father is Sadako, your mother is Sadako, your whole family is Sadako!"
"Qian Ziqiang, I'm going to fight you!"
When passing by other business offices, I occasionally heard one or two people talking about Director Ma's sudden death. It seems that the impact of this incident is quite large.
The reason why there is no business today is probably that the outside world has heard some groundless rumors and has become panicked.
He returned to his workshop, twirled the key in the lock for a long time, and finally succeeded in opening the lock.
Squeak! I pushed open the door and it was very dark inside. I couldn't see my hand in front of me. If an ordinary person came in, he would be scared to death.
