Either there was something on the fourth floor that he was afraid of, or he also came out of here. Wenjing said.

I was stunned.

Does the shadow have anything to do with the wordless room?

I didn't have time to think about it, Wenjing had already gone upstairs, and I followed.

He could see the direction of the wordless room at a glance, and I walked up and was also stunned.

The floor was a reddish blood, which I couldn't see the last time I came.

And when I looked at the wordless door, the five women were also glaring at me.

I stiffened and couldn't understand how I could see this without the help of a mirror this time.

Wen Jing took out the bronze mirror from his arms, looked in the direction of the wordless room, and said in his mouth.

I asked him if he could go in?

Wenjing said no problem. Wenjing when we walked in.

Wen Jing took out a small thumb-thick incense stick and a purple gold incense burner, placed them in front of the wordless door, and lit the incense stick.

A cyan scent wafted out of the incense sticks, and the five women showed greedy expressions, desperately absorbing the cyan scent.

When Wen Jing went to open the door, the women didn't react at all.

The door opened.

A breath of fresh air came from the door. I couldn't help but sniffle, who would have thought that the smell inside would smell so good.

Wen Jing carefully drew his sword and walked into the room with a solemn face.

The décor is not unlike that of the other rooms, with snow-white walls, beige tiles on the floor, and a single bed next to the wall. The curtains were opened, the sun was shining on the side of the bed, and everything seemed normal.

This is the wordless room?

I was stunned for a moment and rubbed my eyes carefully.

Wen Jing was obviously stunned, he looked around, and the room was obviously normal.

However, there were black marks on the floor next to the wall, and it looked like something had been moved.

Wen Jing and I stood here, looking at the bright and tidy room, and we all looked at each other a little.

"What about the person you were talking about?"

"Who?"

"The person pretending to be Boss Wang, and the ghost in the cabinet."

Oh yes, they're gone.

I said, "I'll ask them." ”

But I was just about to go out when the door slammed shut.

Wenjing and I changed color again.

Then I felt puffs of smoke pouring in from the façade.

Wen Jingdao closed your eyes and silently recited ten numbers in your heart.

I mentally read the ten numbers as he said, and when I opened my eyes again, I was almost not scared.

The room in front of him was densely covered with bloody handprints and bloody footprints, as if they had been left by children when they were climbing. Not only on the floor, but also on the walls and ceilings.

There were deep scratches at the door, and it seemed that these children wanted to go out.

"He's raising a ghost baby king." Wenjing Road.

"Ghost Baby King?"

"I've only heard of it, but I've never seen it. Find a pregnant woman with a big grievance, let her be tortured during pregnancy, and the greater the resentment in her heart, the better. Finally, when the child is born, the child is killed in the womb with drugs. Originally, the resentment in the stillborn womb was very heavy, and with catalysis, the child in the womb would absorb the maternal essence and turn into a ghost baby. Keeping these ghost babies in one place is like raising Gu, and the last surviving ghost baby is the ghost baby king. After Wen Jing finished speaking, my heart suddenly shook the waves.

So the ten girls who joined the company were all arrested by them?

"It's too vicious." I shuddered.

Wen Jing's face was also ugly.

But he was more worried that we might not be able to get out.

"I don't know the specific experience, it must be the use of the absolute feng shui here in Lijiaping. This is the way to raise little ghosts in the south, but this is the first time I've seen the ghost baby king. I don't know if it succeeded. Wen Jing said as he walked back and forth in the room.

The door is a metal security door, and the windows are welded with security bars, so there is no way to get out.

Are we going to starve to death here?

Wen Jing's face was very normal, and my heart calmed down a little.

The room was full of horrible bloody handprints, and if I came alone, I would have to be scared to death, but I could be better with me, but I still didn't dare to stare at them all the time.

But the bloody handprints were almost all over the room, and I couldn't close my eyes, so I fell on the clean bed.

After looking at it for a while, I noticed that there was something wrong with this bed.

The height of the bed is a bit higher than that of a normal bed.

I walked over and turned the bed up, and found that there were more than a dozen columbarium jars stuffed inside.

Wen Jing also came over after seeing it.

"These are probably the usual gatekeepers."

If you look closely at these columbarium altars, they are all sealed with rune paper with red characters on a yellow background, and they are also tied with red threads, which obviously have their effects.

Wen Jing casually picked up a columbarium.

There was a bang, and someone banged desperately at the door.

I hurriedly said, "Whom, open the door, we're trapped inside." ”

But there was no response to me, and the banging continued.

"It's useless, there's nothing to open the door for us." The text is meaningful.

I immediately understood that the person outside the door should be the owner of these urns.

Wen Jing handed me a knife and told me to let some blood out.

"Why me?"

"For children's spermatogenesis."

", you're not? You're a Taoist. ”

"My yang energy is too strong." Wenjing is serious and authentic.

I was helpless when I saw it, so I could only grit my teeth and be ruthless, let out some blood, and feel sad for my own childlike body for the first time.

Be sure to find a girlfriend when you go out.

As soon as the blood gushed out, Wen Jing grabbed my finger and pressed it to the yellow paper symbol.

From time to time, there was a burning sound of puff and puff.

A woman's screams rang out outside the door.

I shuddered, and couldn't help but hesitate. Wen Jing told me to continue bleeding.

The cut just now was quite deep, but when I picked up the palm of my hand, I saw that the wound was only white flesh, and the blood had been sucked away. After a while, some blood gushed out again.

I hissed in pain, and when I looked at the eleven more urns, I was going to cry.

But this is not the time for hypocrisy, I can only continue to bleed.

I don't know what's going on, but the knife cut into the flesh, but not much blood gushed out.

It took me several cuts to finish painting the eleven jars. Look carefully at Wenjing's blood stained with me, and draw something like a talisman on the altar.

The screams outside the door could no longer be described as harsh, as if countless screamers had risen to their loudest pitch in my ears.

Eventually, I felt that I couldn't hear a sound, but my periosteum hurt terribly.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The iron door slammed violently.

I almost lost my footing.

Wen Jing's eyes burned, he took out a bottle of chicken blood from his bag and poured it on my head, took out the wooden tag again, told me to carry it close to my chest, and then stuffed a bundle of red thread into my hand, and told me to listen to him for a while.

Then he opened the urn.

One after the other.

Suddenly, I felt as if the entire building was shaking, and countless black gases were rolling out of the altar.

There was a loud bang, and the door was slammed open.

The security door embedded in the lime wall fell to the ground with a thud.

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