Merchant of the Underworld

After eating, I regained my energy a little. I looked at my phone and saw that it was nine o'clock in the evening. I thought I might as well stay in the Bagua array until dawn before going out.

No matter how powerful this apartment is, it should be quiet during the day.

I was running around like a headless chicken in this apartment building, and I couldn't figure out the problem at all. According to my usual experience, if it is some evil thing or some evil spirit that is causing trouble, there will always be some signs to follow, but It's like there are a bunch of vaginal creatures having a collective carnival here!

At this time, the sound of nails pricking on the wall started again. I held the Sirius Whip and walked over to take a look. I saw my name written crookedly on the painted wall - "Zhang Jiulin died here." .

I was immediately shocked. I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look. It turned out that what was written on the wall was "Zhang Jiulin died here", "Zhang Jiuling died here", "Zhang Jiulin died here". It turned out that the other person only knew the pronunciation but not the pronunciation. The writing method is completely guessing.

I remembered that when I entered the door just now, I shouted: "Just a door can trap me, Zhang Jiulin."

But there is obviously no one around. Could it be that this apartment building has become a spirit and will actively listen to people?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a bang behind me. When I turned around, I saw that the refrigerator door had opened, and a thick stream of blood came out of it. The blood flowed to the ground, and when it touched the Bagua array I drew with cinnabar, the cinnabar suddenly burst into flames, and a cloud of green smoke came out, which was extinguished in the blink of an eye, and the entire Bagua array was instantly destroyed.

I gritted my teeth and felt angry. It turned out that this wall was deliberately diverting my attention, and the goal was to destroy the Bagua array I had set up.

As soon as the Bagua array was destroyed, the Yin spirits in the apartment began to move again.

Bang bang bang!

At this moment, there was suddenly a rapid knock on the door, and a thin female voice shouted from outside: "Master Zhang, are you in there, please speak."

I replied stiffly: "Who are you?"

"I am a resident living here, Master Zhang. Why are you locked in the house? It's a pity that I didn't take the key with me when I went out. Did you see the distribution box on the wall? There is a spare key in it. You can get it from the door. Pass it through the crack, and I'll open the door for you from the outside."

I sneered. Could it be that gods lived in this house? Not only did I know there was someone inside, but I also knew my surname was Zhang.

A vague shadow could be seen under the crack of the door. Based on the gloomy aura, I was 100% sure that the person standing outside the door could not be a living person. At this time, the Fantasy Bell also began to shake continuously to remind me.

I deliberately said: "No, the distribution box is too high and I can't reach it."

"Master Zhang, why are you so stupid that you don't know how to move a small bench?"

I took a stool and put it at my feet. Of course, I was not stupid enough to stand on it. I heard the sound of a stool being placed outside and immediately asked, "Master Zhang, have you found the key?"

"Found it," I replied.

At this time, there was a sudden crash, and the stool fell down automatically. This kind of conspiracy was too low-level, and then the door quietly opened a crack.

My palms were sweating nervously, and I tightened my grip on the Sirius Whip. I wanted to see what would come in? As a result, a large piece of black hair spilled in from the crack in the door, like a black waterfall. Those hair strands seemed to be able to automatically sense the Yang energy and wrap around in my direction.

I was startled, and used the magic talisman to light up a ball of spiritual fire and set the hair on fire. The hair was like a living thing, making a squeaking sound, as if screaming.

Then the door was knocked open, and a large ball of burning hair rolled all the way to the blood on the ground like a rubber ball, extinguishing the fire forcibly. The hair stained with blood swept towards me again.

I took out the Silver Moon Scimitar from the scabbard and slashed it randomly. The ball of hair kept dodging as if consciously. Finally, it floated and condensed into the shape of a woman in mid-air. She stretched out her hands as if to give me Give me a big hug.

"Take your life!"

I shouted angrily and slashed at the 'woman''s body with my knife. Rather than splitting, it was better to say that the hair automatically opened a slit, allowing my knife to pass through, and then closed again. The scene was indescribably terrifying and weird.

It was not a good place to stay for a long time, so I quickly chose to escape and ran wildly along the corridor. Suddenly I saw an open door in front of me. The woman with patchwork hair was leaning against the door, looking at me with a pair of cold eyes.

No, I obviously ran in one direction, how could I come back to where I was?

Eighty percent of the time, it's because of a ghost hitting the wall.

At this time, those hairs rolled towards me again, and it felt like a black tide was coming towards me. I kept swinging the silver-moon scimitar in my hand, but I still couldn't completely prevent it, and a few hairs actually pierced into my skin. It was like a needle sticking into it, and the pain made me gasp.

That ball of hair actually took the opportunity to wrap around my blade. The Silver Moon Scimitar is a magical weapon with extremely strong yang energy, but this weird hair was evenly matched with it. The first layer of hair immediately burned when it touched the blade. The hair was curled up immediately.

Layer after layer, the yang energy of the Silver Moon Scimitar was completely suppressed, and it was continuously pulled back!

I held the Silver Moon Scimitar and stepped back, feeling like I was in tug-of-war with that ball of hair. At this time, the fluorescent tube above my head started to flicker, and I heard a crash. The screw on one side of the tube automatically loosened, and it hit my head straight.

I was startled and hurriedly stepped aside. The heated lamp grazed my cheek, and I was so frightened that my heart was pounding.

Because of this flash, the knife in his hand was also pulled away, and the ball of hair wrapped in the silver-moon scimitar quickly disappeared through the door.

I gritted my teeth, whipped Sirius into a whip, and prepared to take my knife back. I ran to the door and took a look. The scene in the room shocked me. The clump of hair actually formed a formation on the ground that I had never seen before. The Silver Moon Scimitar was beating constantly and seemed to be trying to break free, but it was tightly entangled with hair from all directions!

Suddenly I seemed to understand something. I used the spiritual fire to burn the hair crazily. After being lit, the hair made a squeaking sound and kept twisting like a snake. I waved my Sirius whip to sweep them all away, grabbed the Silver Moon Scimitar and rushed out.

At this time, the door automatically closed again. Fortunately, I quickly opened the door with quick eyesight and quick hands. The lights in the corridor began to flicker and shake at the same time. The surrounding windows also rattled. A strong yin energy was rushing around in the apartment. I felt The yang fire in his body was about to be blown out.

I tried my best to recite the "Tao Te Ching" to stabilize my mind. The flickering of the fluorescent tube was like a psychiatrist's hypnosis. I gradually felt dizzy and swollen, and began to lose consciousness.

As the lamp flickered, the phantom of King Yama holding a knife that I met before came towards me again!

I bit the tip of my tongue hard, and the sharp pain made me wake up instantly, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Biting the tip of my tongue to forcefully stimulate the yang energy is completely a method of drinking poison to quench thirst under the current circumstances. The yin energy in this apartment seems to be an endless supply, consuming me crazily. I am worried in my heart, can I last until dawn?

The illusion of King Yama disappeared temporarily. I quickly turned around and ran away, hiding at the entrance of the corridor on the second floor.

Only then did I notice that I was covered in cold sweat, as if I had been drenched in water. There were a few hairs stuck into my wrists. Those hairs were deeply embedded in my flesh. I gritted my teeth and pulled them out. A steady stream of black blood.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down, but when I lit the cigarette, my hands kept shaking. Finally, I was so angry that I threw away the cigarette...

Thinking about the current situation, I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart. A mere haunted apartment actually made me look like a gray grandson. What is the origin of the ghost hiding in the apartment?