Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

"Da da da……"

On the empty street, for a moment, the only sound was the footsteps of the evil cops.

The team member stood in front of the stall of the starving ghost and looked up at the faces of the ghost officers. There was nothing there, it was blocked, so naturally he couldn't see clearly whether there was a person or something with a human shape under the clothes.

Although he felt very guilty in his heart, he thought that he should not look up at the strange man at this time.

But, there is the experience of the Black and White Impermanence in the previous copy.

He subconsciously thought that the ghost officer should be on the side of the living.

In other words, no matter how bad the situation is, the ghost officer should not be hostile to them.

Moreover, in the Gui Market, all the Gui stall owners abide by certain rules.

They dare not cause trouble at will, probably because these strange policemen are always patrolling and restraining them.

Taking all factors into consideration,

He believed that in this copy, the ghosts were all on their side.

Of course,

As the evil officers approached, the other party also noticed the gazes that were fixed on him.

A pair of eyes appeared from under the mask, seeming to make eye contact with the team member.

call--

A gust of wind blew.

The team member's body suddenly stiffened, and then an extreme chill swept through his body.

It was as if he was in a world of ice and snow, and he jumped naked into an ice hole in an instant.

This icy feeling penetrated his clothes and flesh directly, piercing into his bones. No, deeper than that, it penetrated directly into his soul.

Suddenly, a large amount of blood flowed out from between his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, as if a balloon filled with blood was instantly punctured with seven holes, and the liquid inside immediately sprayed out.

The strange man who had been eyeing the team members withdrew his gaze and continued to walk slowly forward as if nothing had happened.

The other ghost officers didn't even look at what was happening here, as if they were taking a walk in their own backyard.

All the stall owners in Guishi Market did not dare to look up and look directly at Guicha's face.

but,

Different than when it came.

When they went there, there was an extra figure in the team of strange officers.

It was a translucent man with blood oozing from all seven orifices. He looked exactly like the team member who had fallen to the ground.

He looked extremely dull and confused, as if he was sleepwalking.

The scapula on both shoulders were hooked by two hooks and connected by chains, and were held in the hands of the strange officer in front.

call--

Another gust of cold wind blew by.

The figures of the ghost officials disappeared collectively. It was not until this moment that the stall owners in the ghost market dared to slowly exhale and relax.

Then, they returned to their normal stall-setting state, standing behind the stall and quietly waiting for customers to come.

The only difference is that

There were two fresh corpses on the ground, one of which had its head cut in half, like a burst watermelon.

A body with blood gushing from all seven orifices, its body and the ground covered in crimson, its blood-red eyes having lost their luster.

"Ah, bodies are falling from the sky."

The starving ghost looked curiously in the direction where the ghost officers disappeared, as if to confirm that the adults had left, then walked out from behind the stall and carried away the two corpses on the ground.

……

Ten people, three are dead.

The remaining seven people were terrified when they saw that their two teammates died one after another. At the same time, they were even more awed by the Ghost City.

They knew that although they had the ability to kill one or two ghosts, the other party could also easily kill them.

Moreover, if you want to kill a ghost yourself, you can only use underhanded tactics.

But it is very simple to kill yourself.

Therefore, before finding a way to kill the ghost safely, they have to lie down like a tiger and coil up like a dragon.

In front of a stall, a man holding a cross had a look of pain on his face.

His body began to tremble due to the pain, slightly at first, then gradually, it became violent shaking, even convulsions.

The steel thorns on the cross in his hand actually showed signs of growing.

The iron spikes penetrated deep into his flesh, muscles, blood vessels, and bones.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died from the pain or gone into shock.

If given the opportunity to commit suicide, almost 99% of people would choose to commit suicide to end the torture.

But he didn't.

On the one hand, it is because he is born with a weak sense of pain.

On the other hand, it is also because of his faith.

For a person of faith like him, suicide is the most taboo act.

"You seem to be in pain."

The stall owner in front of the man holding the cross suddenly asked.

This is the most normal-looking stall owner, because he really looks like a normal person, except that his legs are missing and he sits in a wheelchair.

At this moment, all the thoughts in the cross man's brain were replaced by pain. He even forgot his identity, his memory, and everything about himself. He only remembered that he needed to survive.

At this time, what the stall owner said was like a gust of wind blowing past his ears, and he ignored it.

After a long time, the pain disappeared, but the thorns were still stuck in his hands, and had nailed his hands together tightly.

But the pain receded like the tide, like the numbness after excessive pain.

But he knew that this was not the end, but only the accumulation of strength for the next huge wave.

The pain would only get more horrible each time, and when the next pain came, he really didn't know if he could hold on any longer.

"Since you are in so much pain, why don't you just die? Death will put an end to everything and you will be free." The stall owner asked again.

"I can't commit suicide. I won't be able to go to heaven." said the man on the cross.

There was a rare tranquility and peace on his face.

That was the aftereffect of suddenly returning to normal after being in extreme pain.

For people who are in great pain, even if they just become like ordinary people, without any pain but also without any pleasure, in a dull state, it is still a great happiness.

Even just taking a normal breath, just watching the dust floating in the air, is a great joy.

In this situation, the man with the cross subconsciously ignored that the person he was talking to was a ghost, and he felt like he was chatting with a stranger about daily life.

The stall owner didn't seem to care about the positions of both parties.

He calmly lifted up his clothes, revealing a pair of broken legs underneath.

He was wearing ancient clothes and his wheelchair was also of ancient style.

It seems that he must have been very rich or powerful when he was alive, otherwise he would not have enjoyed such treatment.

"When I was young, I accidentally strayed into this horrible place. To me, who was still alive at the time, this place was like the underworld.

Later, I was bewitched by a vicious creature and sold my legs to it in exchange for wealth and glory for the rest of my life.

At that time, I felt that I had made the best deal in the world.

For someone like me who comes from a humble background, with no connections, no background, and no talent, the best I can hope to achieve in this life is to pass the imperial examination and become a scholar. But if I could trade my legs for the position of prime minister, that would be absolutely worth it, a truly cost-effective deal.”

"You want to buy my legs?" The man with the cross finally understood what the other party meant.