The moment Wu Dazhi saw the small second floor in front of him, he immediately felt like scolding him. This was a replica of his own small dangerous building.
"Brother Dazhi, do we want to go in?" Xiaoyou pulled Wu Dazhi aside, who was now very arrogant, and asked in a low voice. I couldn't explain the reason, but Xiaoyou felt very bad about this place.
Even if she were a ghost, she could still feel the feeling of death that was forced upon her so clearly.
Obviously Wu Dazhi also felt the threatening atmosphere at this moment. He glanced at Xiaoyou and then took out a paper charm from his arms.
Xiaoyou took the paper talisman and looked at it with confusion. Wu Dazhi smiled and said somewhat proudly:
"Don't underestimate this paper talisman. This is a good tonic for you ghosts. It can replenish your yin energy at any time. I just opened my eyes and found that the things inside can not only absorb yang energy, but also seem to be able to absorb yang energy."
I won’t let go of any yin energy. I’ve already opened the Vajra Protective Curse, so it’s not a big problem. If I don’t give you some special equipment, you will really die!”
Hearing what Wu Dazhi said, Xiaoyou couldn't help his impulse for a moment and rushed towards Wu Dazhi. Wu Dazhi hurriedly dodged, but Xiaoyou jumped away and looked at Wu Dazhi with an aggrieved face.
Ambition.
"Don't look, I have a diamond charm on my body to protect me. Do you want to die? Or do you want to die?" Wu Dazhi said and looked at his watch. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. If they didn't act quickly, they wouldn't be able to die.
I know until what time I will be busy at night.
Thinking of this, Wu Dazhi ignored the lustful Xiao You and walked straight into the second floor.
Walking in the dark corridor, Wu Dazhi sighed silently in his heart, it is indeed as dark as a dangerous building in the world, but he is reluctant to turn on a light in the corridor? Do everyone here have to bring their own flashlight?
A minute later, Wu Dazhi and Xiaoyou stopped in front of a rusty iron door. According to the information they had, the buried boy should be inside. But they could not understand how a buried boy was.
How to occupy a normal person's home.
"Brother Dazhi, don't think so much. Let's knock on the door and try. Maybe someone lives here!" Xiaoyou said tentatively. She didn't want to stay here any longer. She just wanted to settle the matter quickly and leave.
Wu Dazhi gently knocked twice on the iron door, and for a while the slight knocking sound echoed in the silent and empty corridor.
Wu Dazhi's heart tightened, and he suddenly had a feeling that the knock on the door should not occur in the human world at all. It should be a sound belonging to the underworld.
After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door. Wu Dazhi and Xiaoyou looked at each other. Neither of them knew what to do next. Should they rush in or turn around and leave?
To be honest, both of them were more inclined to turn around and leave at this moment, but a sense of responsibility firmly nailed Wu Dazhi to the spot. He raised his hand and knocked on the door again. This time, on the other side of the iron door,
Finally got a reaction.
Wu Dazhi and Xiaoyou heard the footsteps slowly approaching in the room, and the atmosphere immediately made them feel chilled.
It sounds like a living person, but it doesn't sound like a living person!
After about another minute, the iron door in front of Wu Dazhi and Xiaoyou was finally opened. With a creak, a slovenly middle-aged man appeared in front of them.
Wu Dazhi looked at the person in front of him and confirmed that he was a living person. The person who opened the door seemed to have just woken up, his eyes were slightly red, his beard seemed to have not been trimmed for a long time, and his hair was already oily and tangled.
What's worse is that he still exudes an unpleasant smell, as if he has crawled out of a pile of dead bodies.
"Who are you looking for?" The middle-aged man spoke slowly, and Wu Dazhi immediately noticed that he was asking about you, not you.
Usually Xiaoyou is not invisible, so people can see her, but it is different today. Just now Wu Dazhi specifically told Xiaoyou not to show up, but the middle-aged man in front of him can still see her. There is only one explanation for this situation, that
That is, he is already dead, or is about to die.
Wu Dazhi smiled slightly and drew all the middle-aged man's attention to himself: "It's like this, I have a student studying music here, but she had an accident a few days ago, so we..."
Before Wu Dazhi finished speaking, he noticed that the middle-aged man standing in front of him seemed to be a little different. His eyes that had just been filled with lifelessness suddenly became brighter, like a light bulb that was turned on, and seemed to be emitting a blood-red light.
.
"What do you mean? That child is studying music here, but I don't know anything!" The middle-aged man's voice became extremely sharp, like a soprano speaking.
As he spoke, the middle-aged man was about to close the door, but Wu Dazhi stopped him: "You can say that the death of a child has nothing to do with you, but the children who have studied here have had problems one after another. Do you still want to say,
Doesn’t it have anything to do with you?”
As Wu Dazhi spoke, he leaned forward slightly, approached the middle-aged man, and lowered his voice and said, "It's not easy to raise them in your current situation, isn't it?"
After listening to Wu Dazhi's words, the middle-aged man's bloodshot eyes flashed twice more. Finally, the red light dimmed. He nodded slightly and said as if talking to himself:
"Come in! Come in! Everyone who comes in will die!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the room with heavy steps. Wu Dazhi did not follow immediately. He recited the purification spell in his heart, and then walked in. Xiaoyou followed nervously, but when Wu Dazhi
After purifying the air here, Xiaoyou's condition improved a lot.
But when they walked into the room, they couldn't help but gasp. This was not a music classroom at all, but more like a funerary store.
But it seems a bit inaccurate to say that it is a funeral store. Every corner of the room only displays the same burial-related things, that is, various types of buried children.
Wu Dazhi looked around calmly, and soon he discovered a strange phenomenon. The buried children here were all dressed as little boys, and none of them were dressed as girls.
"Why are you still standing there?!" The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks and turned around mechanically, which looked extremely uncoordinated. Wu Dazhi seemed to be able to hear the squeak coming from the middle-aged body.
Crunching sound.
The middle-aged man followed Wu Dazhi's gaze and then smiled coldly: "Ah, you don't have to worry about those children at all. They are my students, but they are just a little different from Wang Jing and others..."
"Who are you?" Xiaoyou was so tortured by the atmosphere in the room that she was about to go crazy. She couldn't wait for Wu Dazhi's order to take action and asked boldly.
"I'm just a music teacher! What do you mean by this?" The middle-aged man's face instantly darkened. At the same time, both Wu Dazhi and Xiaoyou clearly heard a rustling sound, which was between the paper and the paper.
The friction sound.
Wu Dazhi glanced at the buried children placed in the room with his peripheral vision. Sure enough, their current position was obviously different from just now.