infinite danger

The cold gray elevator door slowly opened, and mist-like black smoke entered the elevator.

Ji Siwei smelled a faint rancid smell, like some kind of spoiled meat.

A long corridor with no end in sight appeared in front of the eyes, and there were oil lamps every few meters on the walls on both sides.

Looking carefully, the person holding the oil lamp turned out to be a pair of hands protruding from the wall, and a silhouette of a human figure was faintly revealed in the wall, as if someone was built into the wall and only stretched out two hands to serve as lamp holders. .

The lights fluttered in clusters in the dark wind, and through the dim light, Ji Siwei saw many scarlet petals of Bana japonica sprinkled on the blood-stained road.

Many vague figures are walking forward.

Ji Siwei was about to go out, but the bald uncle coughed, and quickly pressed his shoulders.

"Young people, you have to learn to respect the old and love the young, let them go out first."

The bald uncle spoke in an educational tone, and took two steps back towards the wall, giving way to the exit, and pressed the door open button of the elevator.

Ji Siwei knew that the bald uncle wanted him to stay on purpose, so he didn't say much and stayed where he was quietly.

The ghosts in the elevator walked out one by one, and Ji Siwei felt that the air became a little fresher.

The little boy with the toy car ran two steps away, turned around suddenly, made a face at Ji Siwei, and then ran away bouncing around.

Ji Siwei heard the puppet's cold snort.

It seems that what the little boy ghost was afraid of at first was not Ji Siwei at all, but the little puppet in the backpack.

The ghosts holding onto the wheelchair did not let go, and tried to climb onto Ji Siwei's body.

Just as Ji Siwei was about to take out a fruit knife to frighten them, the bald uncle next to him got angry first.

"Go, go! If you don't go, you won't be able to catch up with the reincarnation."

Abo put his hands on his hips, his expression became stern, his tone was fierce, and he exuded a strong ghostly aura while speaking.

The ghosts were trembling all over, and immediately let go of their hands, and floated out with a buzzing sound.

The distance was too close, and Ji Siwei, who was defenseless, was also shocked by the ghostly aura.

"Young boy, tell me seriously, where are you going?"

Carefully putting away the ghostly aura on his body, the bald uncle turned his head to look at Ji Siwei, his brows were frowned, and his tone was very heavy.

Ji Siwei was silent for a while, since he entered this square, it seemed that people kept asking him where he was going.

"Abbe, do you know how to get to the third floor?"

Rubbing his frozen face, Ji Siwei looked away, looked at the road ahead, and asked a question.

"You really want to..."

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves, and the bald uncle's eyes widened instantly, the eyeballs almost protruding from the eye sockets.

Realizing that the following words cannot be yelled loudly, the bald uncle scratched at the few remaining hair, looking a little anxious and a little scared.

"Are you really going to the third floor?" Bald Uncle asked in a very low voice, "What are you doing there? It's a real hell!"

"I have something to do."

Ji Siwei answered briefly.

"There is a distinction between good and evil in life, let alone after death? Among the passengers on this elevator, except you and me, are all new dead ghosts. The ghosts on the second floor are not as easy to deal with as new dead ghosts."

"You are a living person, a living soul! If you leave this door, it will be a blessing or a disaster, no one or no ghosts can predict it." The bald uncle half-bent down, looked into Ji Siwei's eyes with burning eyes, and asked word by word: "Even so, are you still going?"

"Go." Ji Siwei raised the corners of his lips, and his sharp canine teeth added a bit of vigor to his moon-like face: "I have no way of turning back now."

"On the way to the third floor, there are many dangers that you can't imagine." The bald uncle pondered for a moment, then sighed: "If you insist on going, then I will see you off."

"Since it's so dangerous, why did you send me away?"

Curling his long fingers, tapping the blade lightly, Ji Siwei raised his head, his eyes lightly fell on the bald uncle.

Although he didn't know what was in the wooden box, Ji Siwei guessed that the contents were related to the "lost spirit" that the young Taoist said.

Furthermore, the women in white skirts met on the fourth floor all smelled something from him, and Ji Siwei didn't believe that the bald uncle didn't notice.

Even, the bald Uncle discovered it as early as when he was pushing the wheelchair on the first floor.

"To tell you the truth, I do have selfish intentions."

The bald uncle lowered his head and sighed heavily, as if lost in memory.

"Please say."

Ji Siwei said warmly.

"It started on my birthday more than [-] years ago..."

The bald Uncle patted his bare forehead, and there was a sadness in his voice: "My wife was in a car accident in the early years, her legs and feet were inconvenient, and she had to use a wheelchair when she went out, so she didn't like to go out. But because it was my birthday that day, she She took the initiative to say that she would come to the mall for a stroll, and said that she would prepare a surprise for me and let me wait for her in the atrium."

"After she finished speaking, she walked inside alone, and didn't let me follow her. I waited for a long time, but she didn't show up. I couldn't get through the phone. I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find her."

"I thought she might have returned to the atrium to wait for me, so I returned to the atrium again... I felt an ominous premonition in my heart, and looked around in a panic... Then... I saw her standing on the fourth floor. Outside the railing, without even making a sound, they just jumped down with one hand!"

"There was a 'bang'..."

"I watched her fall into a bloody mess in front of me... I... oh... oh..."

Speaking of this, the bald Uncle's eyes were already blurred with tears. He hammered his chest with his hands, as if whenever he mentioned the past, the regret and pain at that time would come to his mind again.

The original surprise turned into fright, into a cruel nightmare.

He didn't expect to hear such a story, Ji Siwei didn't know how to comfort the bald Uncle, so he patted his arm, thought for a moment, and said as gently as possible: "Uncle, be strong, time can heal all wounds. "

"But I... I'm already dead..."

The bald Uncle cried out with a "wow", raised his hands to cover his eyes, his thinning hair trembled in the air, and looked very sad.

Ji Siwei immediately changed his words: "Reincarnation can heal all wounds."

Old man: "..."

"Listen to me and continue."

The old man sniffed and calmed down a little.

Ji Siwei nodded: "I can listen, but can this elevator be pressed all the time?"

"It's okay if no one wants to get on the elevator." The bald uncle said, "You're in the elevator, and the ghosts outside can't smell your anger, so it's safer."

Ji Siwei: "Okay, you continue."

"Although my wife is handicapped, we are very loving and have a very happy life. The police found a ring with my name engraved on her pocket. I don't believe she committed suicide by jumping off the building." The bald uncle paused: "And It was difficult for her to stand up, how could she fall over the railing so smoothly? There must be some reason. So I came here every day to find out the truth."

"People around me know that there is a man who went crazy after his wife died, and came to the mall every day to make trouble... After two years like this, on the day of my wife's funeral, I was so drunk that I slipped on the soles of my feet when I went down the stairs. , rolled from the beginning to the end, with a big hole in the back of the head, and it was dead."

The bald Uncle turned around as he spoke, and brushed his hair away, only to see a large sunken wound on the back of his head, with dried blood and hair tangled together.

"When I opened my eyes again, I had already turned into a ghost."

"Because my obsession was too strong and my resentment was too heavy, I kept wandering in the shopping mall. Gradually, I learned the secrets of this square that no one knows, only ghosts know."

The bald Uncle wiped his face with one hand, his red eyes were full of hatred, almost bleeding.

Ji Siwei paused for a moment with the hand touching the blade, and said seriously, "What secret?"

"This is what I have spent many years and countless painstaking efforts to find out..." The bald uncle said: "When the foundation was built and the eight coffins were dug out, they were not burned, but the eight evil people sealed inside escaped. The eight coffins are empty, and the dragon in the ground shows signs of awakening. The dragon is the biggest threat to the evil eight."

"So they put the eight empty coffins in the order of the original gossip, and put them on the third floor. Every year, they kill eight innocent citizens, harvest their souls and fill them into the coffins, and let the dragon below continue to sleep."

"By coincidence, I got to know a ghost who witnessed my wife jumping off the building. Through him, I found out that my wife was chosen by the eight villains. They instructed the ghost to attach to my wife and let her jump off the building... Then imprison her soul in a coffin, and she will never be reborn forever."

The tone of the bald Uncle's speech became more and more hateful, and he almost gnashed his teeth after he said it. Every sentence was bleeding, and the resentment on his body became heavier and heavier, and he rushed around.

Ji Siwei remembered that when the bald uncle first appeared, he said in a very envious tone that if there were electric wheelchairs back then, his wife would suffer less.

Ji Siwei resisted the discomfort caused by his resentment, held the bald Uncle's wrist, and raised his voice, "Abo, calm down!"

Feeling the warmth of a living person, the bald Uncle's eyes gradually regained clarity, and he calmed down after a short while. He closed his eyes and spoke slowly:

"I have never reincarnated, just so that one day, my wife can come out of the coffin and meet me again when I see the Eight Evil Ones being punished by heaven."

"When you appeared, I knew that the time had come. Please believe me, even if the ashes do not enter reincarnation, I will send you safely to the third floor."

After listening to the bald man's experience, Ji Siwei fully understood his resentment and pain, and he knew how to get to the third floor. Taking him with him was equivalent to bringing a GPS, so why not do it.

Ji Siwei looked at the time: "I have to finish my work before nine o'clock, the time is too short, I can't delay any longer, let's go."

The bald Uncle said: "Tonight is the Ghost Market, and the ghost market is open. You will stick behind me later, hold your breath as much as you can, and after passing the Bianhua corridor, we will go to the No. [-] shop and find my old acquaintance Zhang Granny, ask her to sell you a fake death pill, and if you take it, you will be able to block your anger and pass the test, so that you won’t be discovered so quickly by those evil spirits and the Hateful Eight.”

"Remember, don't make a sound, don't get close to the wall."

Taking a big breath, Ji Siwei held his breath, followed the bald Uncle, and got out of the elevator.

The lights flickered and there were many ghosts.

There was a lot of wind in the corridor, and the sound of the wind was mixed with low sobs.

The wheelchair ran over the ground, and the crushed petals of the other shore flower instantly turned into a pool of blood.

Those ghosts were far away, but Ji Siwei felt that this passage was crowded with people.

Due to lack of oxygen, Ji Siwei's fair cheeks flushed slightly.

The more he thought about not being able to breathe, the more his body wanted to get fresh air, Ji Siwei forcibly stopped the imagination in his mind, implying that as long as he could get through this journey safely.

soon... soon...

But this corridor seems really endless. After a long time, Ji Siwei's face slowly turned purple due to lack of oxygen, and he couldn't help exhaling...