infinite danger

Passing through the dead and silent indoor parking lot, a winding downward slope appeared in front of us.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival, walking through the basement full of lonely souls and wild ghosts, he was forced to marry by a ghost bride who had been dead for an unknown number of years, and even bribed the evil ghost living in the coffin with milk tea, and got the "non-existent negative third floor" "Admission ticket...

Ji Siwei felt that the day passed was quite unreal.

"The entrance is right there." The bald uncle patted Ji Siwei on the shoulder: "Young man, I know your puppet is very strong, but the eight villains are not easy to deal with. After entering, I really don't know if I can come out." .”

"are you ready?"

Ji Siwei raised his hand to press the backpack, rubbed the walnut wooden box through a layer of cloth, and said softly, "Let's go."

The bald Uncle let out a heavy breath, and pushed Ji Siwei's wheelchair down the slope at a constant speed.

The further you go down, the lower the temperature.

An inexplicable spicy and pungent smell was mixed into the air, and the rancid smell came out bit by bit from the ground.

The slope was very long, and the wind from the depths of the tunnel poured in, making his face numb.

Ji Siwei felt as if he was in the middle of winter, and he had a feeling that his blood was frozen and not flowing smoothly. This feeling made him suspect that he had actually turned into a corpse.

He had some doubts that this was a side effect of the fake death pill.

At the end of the slope, there is thick darkness.

When the wheelchair stopped smoothly on the third floor, a light came on.

A cold light poured down from the ceiling, illuminating the scene within a few meters.

At the entrance of the third floor, there are two stone statues of Pixiu stepping on little ghosts. Perhaps because of the backlight, the Pixiu looks more evil than the little ghosts under their feet.

There is an expensive ink painting on the wall, and the furniture and decorations are antique and look very elegant.

Looking down, Ji Siwei found that the wheels of the wheelchair were rolling over a bright red line.

Another red line.

What Ji Simwei was particularly concerned about was that after the little puppet entered here, his mood became a little bad.

This is a dangerous signal.

The existence of the puppet, which has been on guard since entering the entrance, must be terrifying.

The lights on the negative third floor should be voice-activated. Worried that the lights on some sections of the road might malfunction, Ji Siwei took out a strong flashlight from his backpack for emergencies.

Ji Siwei raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was still an hour before nine o'clock.

"The fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

Xu time.

Negative third floor.

Return this thing and get your wish. "

According to the prompt on the card taken out of the drawer, Ji Siwei arrived at the third floor within the stipulated time.

The card did not indicate where to return the wooden box, nor did it indicate who to return it to.

The negative third floor has such a large area, Ji Siwei is not sure where to put the wooden box next.

The young Taoist priest I met on the fourth floor said that, according to legend, after the expert laid down the formation of eight coffins to suppress evil, in order to prevent the eight evils from reappearing after the formation was destroyed, he buried a spiritual object in the center of the formation.

Since entering Tianwan Square with the wooden box, ghosts have been trying to get close to it and take it away, until the distinctive aura was covered by the spell.

Ji Siwei had a strong intuition—the walnut wooden box contained the spiritual objects that suppressed the eight villains back then.

If this is the case, shouldn't it be returned to the formation to complete the task?

Open the drawer of the next copy, is it possible to be in the evil formation of Eight Coffin Town?

These are just guesses, and Ji Siwei couldn't find any proof, so he decided to go to the place where the eight coffins were to test——

According to the bald uncle, the eight coffins that were dug up that year were not burned, but were moved back to their original positions by the eight villains, and they contained the ghosts of all the dead ghosts for decades.

The bald uncle has probably seen the formation of the eight coffins to suppress evil with his own eyes.

"Abbe, have you seen those eight coffins?"

Ji Siwei looked at the bald uncle. Under such circumstances, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

"I've seen it." The bald Uncle sighed heavily with his eyebrows full of gloom, "I saw with my own eyes that the eight coffins were parked in the atrium. It was because of what I saw with my own eyes that I was sure that my wife's soul was Trapped in a coffin! I can sense her."

"Aren't the Eight Evil Ones extremely vicious?" Ji Siwei pondered for a moment, "Why did you escape unscathed?"

"That was a long time ago. You may not believe it. That time I delivered milk tea to the owner of the black coffin. When I was about to leave, I saw him drinking milk tea and walking towards the third floor. The opportunity was not lost, so I quietly I followed him closely and walked around the third floor..."

"At that time, when I sensed that my wife was really inside the coffin, I rushed over regardless, and was about to open the coffin, but was stunned by the evil spirit left by the eight villains... I thought my ghost This is the end of life, that's good, at least it's closer to my wife."

"But when I woke up again, I was already on the second floor."

Bald Arbor recalled.

"Auntie also sensed you at the time, she knew you were seriously injured, so she must be very worried."

Ji Siwei looked at Abo quietly, and spoke at a moderate pace.

A word awakens the dreamer.

The bald Uncle was taken aback. He looked at Ji Siwei in astonishment, his eyes flustered.

"She probably thought that my soul was gone, and she was imprisoned in the coffin with such thoughts... spent many years... how desperate she must be..."

The bald Uncle spoke hoarsely, with cloudy tears streaming from his red eyes, he was like a child who suddenly found out that he had made a mistake, and was at a loss.

"The general structure of the third floor is similar to that of the second floor. Go straight ahead and you will soon reach the atrium." The bald uncle held back his tears: "Hurry up... hurry up..."

The sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the tiles echoed in the empty space, the lights in front were turned on one by one, and the lights behind were turned off one by one.

During the alternation of lights and lights, Ji Siwei sat upright, holding the knife in his bony hand, watching the dark place vigilantly.

In a dark place, it is the easiest place to hide filth.

In invisible places, there are likely to be many pairs of eyes staring at him, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Sometimes the little puppet is suspended in mid-air, like a little patrolling soldier, and sometimes it sits on Ji Siwei's blanket and moves its little fingers.

Just when Ji Siwei went to the hinterland of the third floor, the lights in the distance suddenly turned on.

In the blink of an eye, he saw a tall and thin figure walking towards him.

The voice-activated lights on this floor are actually designed for the living, after all, the sounds made by the dead cannot affect it.

"Hey, pretty boy, you're here." The visitor stood in front of Ji Siwei and smiled casually: "You really came here alive, it's not easy."

The visitor was carrying a long black knife, a bulging backpack, and a bell hanging on his waist. He was the young Taoist priest he had seen on the fourth floor.

A lot of blood was stained on the clothes, judging by his ruddy face, it was 100% someone else's blood.

Thinking of the seriously injured owner of the black coffin and the "few ghosts today", Ji Siwei immediately understood who did it.

"You also made a ghost friend, tsk tsk... Uncle, you have so much resentment, why don't you want me to help you get reincarnated as soon as possible?"

The young Taoist looked at the bald uncle standing behind Ji Siwei, waved the knife in his hand, and suggested sincerely.

"No...you're welcome."

Looking at the sharp black long knife, the bald Uncle shrank his neck.

"After Uncle's wish is fulfilled, you can convert him again."

Ji Siwei smiled, his eyes moist as ink.

"Eh...why have you lost your popularity?" The young Taoist walked two steps closer, took a look at Ji Siwei, pondered for a while, and suddenly realized: "You must have taken the fake death pill, there really is such a thing, Fresh."

"I still have it here, do you want to try it?"

Ji Siwei asked.

"No. I'm here to practice. Isn't taking the fake death pill the same as playing a game and hanging up?" The young Taoist shook his head solemnly: "Also, didn't you notice that your shadow is gone?"