The House of Everything I Created

"We've dug out the whole room."

"You can directly enter the secret room from each room and see what's going on inside."

Lin Yi nodded, and Huang Yiming came to the row of rooms on the left side of the dance floor.

As Lin Yi and Huang Yiming left, strange changes occurred in the basement.

A shadow wearing a mandarin gown appeared here.

It was an old man who looked to be in his fifties, with a gloomy face and a pale complexion.

The pupils were pitch black, and the two dots of blood red were very frightening against the black whites of the eyes.

There was a weird smile on his lips, ferocious and terrifying.

Black smoke was floating all over his body, making him look looming.

It stood in front of the platform where the corpses were dismembered, looking at the thick resentment and the flashing faces in it.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and his hand underwent strange changes the moment he stretched it out.

The human-like palm became strange and dark, covered with dense black holes.

If you look closely, these holes look like tiny vortices, pointing towards the platform.

Countless grievances rolled crazily and were then sucked in from these small holes.

When all the resentment on the platform was absorbed, the figure quickly became illusory.

Finally disappeared here, as if it had never appeared.

Lin Yi stood in the secret room of the first room, frowning slightly.

His eyes were filled with green light, and he saw that the resentment in the air suddenly weakened a little.

"What's going on?" Lin Yi would not let go of any clues about something like this happening in such a weird place.

You can tell at a glance that this secret room is an execution chamber.

A rectangular room no more than one meter wide and five meters long.

The walls are covered with a special soundproofing material, and a rusty steel seat sits in the center of the room.

There is also a long steel table placed in the passage, with various torture instruments on it.

Almost all the torture instruments had black dry marks, which were obviously the remains of coagulated blood.

And this is not the most important thing, what makes Lin Yi feel strange.

There is also a bound and locked skeleton on this seat.

Green eyes swept across the secret room. Resentment was permeated here, especially on the seat.

The resentment was extremely strong, and a face was looming in the resentment.

He ignored the seat and looked behind the seat, where there was a steel ladder that could be climbed to the wall.

Huang Yiming said, "This wall only reaches the ceiling, and the ceiling is an empty space."

"The mezzanine, which is about one meter high, can lead to the secret room of the second room."

Lin Yi nodded when he heard this, turned around and was about to enter the secret room of the second room from the corridor to explore.

But suddenly he stopped, turned around and walked towards the steel ladder.

He passed sideways through the torture instrument chair in the secret room, came to the steel ladder, and climbed up in a few steps.

The true meaning of fate flashed in his eyes, scanning the area on the mezzanine of the ceiling, and he frowned.

Huang Yiming's eyes lit up when he saw Lin Yi frowning, "Mr. Lin, what did you find?"

Lin Yi climbed down from the steel ladder and fell into deep thought. He did not answer Huang Yiming's question.

A few minutes later, Lin Yida said, "Let's go to the next secret room and take a look."

Then, Lin Yi and Huang Yiming quickly began to check the second, third and other secret rooms.

Every time, Lin Yi would climb the steel ladder and look at the ceiling.

Huang Yiming had a hunch that there might be something wrong with the ceiling compartment, otherwise Lin Yi wouldn't keep checking it.

But he also climbed up to take a look, but saw nothing.

Therefore, he could only wait for Lin Yi to check them one by one, with a look of curiosity on his face.

Time passed by and soon they had finished checking the third floor.

Lin Yi stood at the stairs on the third floor, frowning, as if thinking about something.

At this time, no one noticed that the strange figure in a mandarin jacket kept appearing in the secret rooms.

It sucked away the countless grievances, and at the same time, a thin thread of grievances has been silently entangled in the hair on the back of Huang Yiming and Lin Yi's heads.

This resentment is very subtle, even only as long as a thumb, perfectly hidden in the hair.

Even Lin Yi didn't notice anything unusual at all.

Lin Yi turned to look at Huang Yiming at this time, "I saw something on the ceiling mezzanine of every floor."

Huang Yiming looked at Lin Yi with solemn eyes, "Mr. Lin discovered something."

"There are some patterns on every ceiling," Lin Yi frowned.

Huang Yiming was stunned, "The pattern is wrong. We have carefully checked those ceilings."

"It is no different from an ordinary ceiling. There is no pattern."

There was deep doubt in his eyes, and he had no idea what was going on.

"Those patterns are not directly outlined on the ceiling, are they formed by resentment?"

"Resentment? What is that?" Huang Yiming had doubts in his eyes.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Grudge is the name I gave you, to put it in simpler terms."

"It is the resentment, anger, fear and all the negative emotions left in the spirit of the dead person after death."

"This is something that requires special means to see."

"Some characters who have entered the immortal realm can use certain methods to see them."

When Huang Yiming heard this, he immediately realized, "You are talking about resentment."

"That's an academic term. There is a department within the Men in Black that specializes in studying ghosts."

"These things were called ghosts in ancient times, but now with the development of science, many things can be explained."

"According to our research, when people die under extreme emotions, there is a probability that they will be haunted by this kind of resentment."

"Resentment is the residual emotion of the deceased's spirit, combined with the energy that permeates the world."

"Most of them are very negative energy, because negative energy and spirit have a strong compatibility."

"Therefore, these black auras are called resentment."

"And when the resentment is strong to an extreme, it will produce resentful spirits with some memories, emotions and even abilities of the previous life."

"Resentful spirits are very unstable at the spiritual level and can easily generate hatred for the living."

"Most of the evil ghosts and demons in ancient legends refer to this kind of thing."

Huang Yiming said and gave Lin Yi some scientific information about the black-clothed man's research on resentful spirits.

Lin Yi was also very surprised to hear this and got unexpected information.

"I see. Whether it's resentment or hatred, the situation is very special now."

"They form some strange patterns and are attached to the ceiling of the mansion."

"I feel like there might be something wrong here, but I'm not an expert in this area."

"You need to find someone who specializes in studying these things."

Huang Yiming's eyes were stern. When he heard that there were such things on the ceiling of every secret room, he was a little nervous.