Merchant of the Underworld

Leng Rushuang looked at me with surprise: "The evil thing from before has appeared, and it's in this house!"

"Huh?" My eyes suddenly widened.

At this moment, Special Assistant Wang ran back quickly and asked Mr. Liu anxiously for instructions: "Mr. Bai has decided to leave. No matter how I try to persuade him to stay, he won't listen..."

"What?" Mr. Liu said in shock: "What's the matter? Chase him back quickly! If he can't be chased back, don't come back!"

Special Assistant Wang looked embarrassed.

Mr. Liu gritted his teeth and said: "If it doesn't work, just add more money. I think his behavior just now seems to have two brushes. If he can really settle the matter, I will give him three times the money!"

Assistant Wang then chased in the direction Mr. Bai left in despair. When he passed by Leng Rushuang, he did not forget to smile apologetically.

Leng Rushuang treated him as if nothing happened. What a sin!

Leng Rushuang secretly discussed with me: "There are too many people here now. If we go in rashly, the target will be too big. But if we don't go in now, what should we do if the negative thing goes somewhere else?"

I wasn't that worried, but comforted her and said, "Do you really think it's just a coincidence that a ghost came to the haunted house? Believe me, the haunting here must be related to the ghost. Let's not move for now and wait and see what happens!" "

Leng Rushuang nodded and said nothing more.

We waited for a while, but Special Assistant Wang still didn't chase Mr. Bai back. Finally, Mr. Liu received a call, probably from Special Assistant Wang. He tried his best to persuade him to stay, and finally persuaded Mr. Bai, but Mr. Bai said that the time for today had passed and no other actions could be taken. He asked everyone to disperse and come back together tomorrow.

Although Mr. Liu was impatient, it didn't help, so he had to leave in a luxury car surrounded by bodyguards.

The crowd dispersed quickly, and the front of the haunted house suddenly became empty, with only a few half-burned candles still standing on the ground.

Leng Rushuang discussed with me: "Should we go in and take a look?"

"A haunted house? I'm really a little scared..." Before I could finish my words, Leng Rushuang pulled me unceremoniously towards the direction of the haunted house.

Because it had been lost for many years and was unattended, the door was nailed together with several broken wooden boards. Leng Rushuang took me around to the back of the house and saw a small window with the same wooden boards nailed in an inconspicuous place. Leng Rushuang signaled to the man in sunglasses. The man in sunglasses flew up with a kick, and there was a bang, and the board suddenly shattered into pieces.

The man in sunglasses was worried about Leng Rushuang's safety, so he jumped in from the window first. After making sure there was nothing abnormal, he turned around and signaled that Leng Rushuang could go in.

Leng Rushuang and I followed closely, only to find that in front of us was an ordinary old dilapidated house. The floor on the ground was close to rotting, and every step made a creaking sound. The room was in a mess, with broken furniture and spider webs everywhere, and dust visible to the naked eye floating in the air.

I couldn't help but joke with Leng Rushuang: "If one day I change my career to making horror movies, I will definitely choose the location here. It has a particularly scary atmosphere without the need for post-production rendering!"

Leng Rushuang had no intention of paying attention to me. She was staring at the golden compass with all her concentration. The compass that used to be flexible and easy to use seemed to be disturbed today. It kept spinning left and right, but there was no way to determine the position.

Leng Rushuang was sweating anxiously. I couldn't disturb her, so I had to carefully observe the environment of the room.

In fact, the internal area of ​​the house is not very large, with a total of three small rooms separated. It’s been so long that I can’t tell what each room was originally used for? The walls were covered with outdated wallpaper, the pattern was vaguely recognizable, but it was horribly dirty.

It was quiet all around, except for the sound of the three of us breathing, which was strangely quiet. And I searched for a long time, but I still couldn't find where the evil wind that blew out before came from?

Leng Rushuang suddenly called me over, pointed at the golden compass and said to me: "I found something on the compass, I should have found it."

I glanced at the compass in her hand and found that the pointer was still trembling slightly, but it was clearly pointing to a place. Leng Rushuang and I followed the pointer and looked for it without thinking.

It was the most inconspicuous room in the whole house. The wooden door was half open and crumbling, and it was so dark inside that nothing could be seen. I slowly walked over and opened the door gently.

With a creak, the wooden door opened!

There was a woman lying on the dusty floor who didn't know whether to live or die.

Suddenly seeing someone, I couldn't help but startled, and instinctively took a step back. Leng Rushuang stepped forward and asked, "Who is this?"

how could I know?

I shook my head at her. The woman was probably in her early twenties, with a green face and looked like a college student. I squatted down and sniffed, and found that she was breathing evenly, and she must have fallen asleep. Now I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the man in sunglasses carried her out.

A worn-out belt hangs around the woman's neck, and a camera is tied to the belt. Judging from the model and style, it should be a very old antique.

Leng Rushuang's eyes moved and she whispered to me: "The evil thing this time... should be that camera."

camera?

The camera was first introduced to China in 1846. At that time, the Qing Dynasty was in turmoil and the country was closed to the outside world. The camera was a novel and magical treasure in that era. But among all the evil things I have dealt with, there seems to be nothing related to cameras. Could it be that this time I have to deal with the ghosts of foreign devils?

The man in sunglasses and I searched around the room and found nothing strange. In the end, we had no choice but to leave the haunted house with the woman. The sun was shining brightly outside, which was completely different from that in the haunted house. We helped the woman rest in the corner for a while before she slowly woke up.

The first thing she did when she woke up was not to thank us. Instead, she nervously grabbed the camera around her neck and asked, "Have you ever touched this camera? Have you ever taken pictures with this camera?"

Two questions in a row, each time more urgent than the last, made me confused and thought something big had happened.

I shook my head: "No one touches your things..."

Before I could finish my answer, the woman had quietly breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and said, "That's good! That's good!"

From the look of her, something weird happened to the camera, but I don't know what happened? Just when I was hesitant to ask, Leng Rushuang asked very rudely: "Who are you? Why did you go to that house."

"Me?" The woman seemed frightened by Leng Rushuang's tone, and replied a little distractedly: "My name is Lin Li. I am studying in college in Hangzhou. I came here to... return the camera."

As she spoke, she carefully touched the camera with her hand, looking very uneasy.