Tomie's Unlimited Journey

Goodman's basement is quite large, and can only be reached through a secret passage. There are a large number of bookshelves arranged in random directions, seemingly irregular, and bags full of items are thrown everywhere on the ground, like an ancient and ancient book.

Unattended warehouse.

There are many torches on the walls of the basement, but like the ones upstairs, there are also electric lights here.

Bang!

Goodman locked the iron door leading to the basement with a serious expression.

"What's wrong? There can't really be a resentful spirit, right?"

Bilson touched his cheek with his fingers and looked a little scared.

"Jenny, I saw her dead in the kitchen, but the body was gone when I saw you."

Goodman observed their expressions as he spoke.

"Just...just joking."

"Then you brought us to the basement, shouldn't we escape?"

"Hurry up and end this joke. I'm going back soon."

The six people were dubious about this, and they acted normally.

Goodman picked up a sack and dug out all the contents. Skulls, mummies made of insects, rotten wood, yellow straw paper, dry branches, and all kinds of random weird things looked really atmospheric.

"What are you doing?"

Bilson came over curiously.

"I remember there should be a lot of things here that can ward off evil spirits."

Goodman scratched his hair irritably, picked up a blood-stained cross and hung it on his chest. He picked up a bag of salt and went to the iron gate to sprinkle it around.

"Dude, are you sure the salt works?"

"Not sure, but I remember there are rumors that salt can ward off evil spirits."

"Let's help you too. Why don't you try spraying it directly on the door?"

Their curiosity was aroused by Goodman, and they also imitated Goodman and sprinkled salt into several corners.

"what sound?"

"Someone opened the entrance to the basement."

Goodman said calmly. He took down an Oriental sword hanging on the wall. This sword was called a demon sword in the local area. According to legend, its owner was a great general in ancient times who died under the sword.

There are countless dead souls, and all the masters after him died unexpectedly. It can be said to be an extremely ominous weapon.

"It seems...there are no footsteps?"

"If it is really a wraith, there must be no footsteps."

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in the room, and the direction was right at the door!

"It's coming!"

Goodman pulled out the demon sword and approached the door alone. The iron door was not designed to be completely closed. There were several openings directly above the door, about one finger wide in length.

The cold wind was blowing from the gap.

"Look at the knife!"

Goodman stabbed the gap with his knife. Unexpectedly, due to his lack of skills, the tip of the knife directly hit the iron door, and with a click, the legendary demon knife was broken into two pieces.

Woo woo woo

The cold wind suddenly became stronger, as if it was mocking him, changing the syllables little by little.

"Hey, hey, your old antique doesn't seem very reliable."

Bilson's eyes flickered, and he suddenly took out a women's revolver from his pocket. He raised the muzzle of the gun and motioned to Goodman to get out of the way.

Goodman glanced meaningfully at the women's revolver in his hand, turned his mouth downwards and nodded solemnly.

"Well, this gun is very easy to carry, you know."

Bang!!

The iron gate was suddenly hit hard and instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal, but the door was still empty.

boom!!

The bullet came out smoothly and shattered the stone on the opposite side, but the problem at hand was that no innocent soul appeared at all.

"Salt seems useless..."

Goodman pulled out an old shotgun from somewhere.

"Hey, your thing can't explode, can it?"

"Probably not..."

Goodman weighed the shotgun in his hand. Like the demon knife, it also had a resounding reputation in the local area. However, he didn't dare to rely on this thing because of the lessons learned from the past.

ah!!!

"careful!"

A strong wind came, so strong that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

"Goodman! Char and John are missing!"

Bilson exclaimed that there were only four people left out of the original six, including Goodman, and there were only five people left. He fired a few more shots at the gate, but it was completely useless.

"Ahhhh!!! Help!!"

Everyone heard the screams and whines of the other two people. The voices seemed to be in their own ears, but they could not identify the exact location.

"This guy! Let's rush out!"

Bilson shouted, and just as he stepped out with his right foot, he saw that the tattered iron door had returned to its original shape, and a bare human face appeared on the iron door, with no hair or eyebrows, staring at them with his mouth open.

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"Do you want to trap us here and then slowly solve it? It should only be able to kill two people at a time."

Combining the four people who died before, Goodman has figured out some of the murderous rules of the Wraith, but this is just his guess after all, and he cannot rule out the possibility that it is just teasing them.

Bang bang bang!!

Four bullets were fired in a row, hitting the person's face and all bounced away. The person's face frowned in a very humane manner, and then stared at Bilson fiercely, as if you were the next person to die!

"We're done... Goodman..."

Bilson suddenly collapsed to the ground, with only one bullet left in his revolver. Facing such a monster, even if he was given a hundred or even a thousand bullets, it would be useless.

"Damn it! If I had known I should have bought some dynamite!"

Goodman was not afraid, he was just dissatisfied that he might simply be killed by the wraith. In spite of the strength shown by the other party, his previous idea of ​​wanting to get in touch with the mysterious was too naive. For ordinary people, these things are almost impossible.

Death if touched.

"What to do now? Wait to die?"

Bilson turned around and asked weakly.

"I remember... I bought a ritual book for summoning evil gods on the black market a few days ago. Maybe we can fight fire with fire?"

Goodman thought for a moment and said.

"It won't make our death worse...and the things you collected are obviously unreliable."

"You're going to die anyway, so it's okay to give it a try."

"Just give it a try, we may not have much time."

The expression on the man's face has been changing since the beginning. When he first captured the two people, his expression looked like he was constipated, but now his brows have stretched, which is obviously a special sign.

"Okay, let's do it!"

It is very likely that he would be the next person to die. Although Bilson looked calm on the surface, in fact he was panicking to death.

"Let me think about where I put my things. I remember it was in this area."

Goodman quickly ran to the bookshelf nearby and threw the books on the ground one by one. It took him almost two minutes to find the instructions for the so-called summoning ritual...