The moment I saw the sign, my heart felt like it was electrified, and the hair on the back of my head stood on end.

Waterworks.

Terrible white-clad worker!

"Ah......h

During the time I entered the Netherworld, I accumulated too much depression in my heart, and I raised my head and roared at the sky, venting it.

I got it at the time, and the whole person was not good, how is this karmic retribution calculated? I have no grievances with the woman in white, her death has nothing to do with me, and I don't even know her name or what she looks like.

Between me and her, where does the cause and effect come from? This level is not only absurd, but also unfair, what about rewarding the good and punishing the evil? After making trouble for a long time, he caught an honest man and bullied him to death?

This terrible rule in the netherworld really makes me want to cry, look at this meaning, I think Li Zhiwen is not miserable enough, and he wants to play me to death?

Under the dark sky, I was alone, squatting at the fork in the road, staring at the street sign in a daze, the fear in my heart growing like weeds, and my whole body was full of hair.

Needless to say, I also know that what awaits me in front of me will be a bloody feast of fear, and this time, I may not be able to get over it.

I said before that the white-clothed female worker had already targeted me, the last time I went to the ninth floor, Su Yao and I were forced into a corner by her, if it wasn't for the little white fox's action, we would have died.

Could it be that this level is my last limit?

Gritting my teeth and standing up, I walked in the direction of the water plant, carefully looking down as I went, hoping to find clues to break through.

There was white paper ash falling in the night sky, the small ones had fingernails, the big ones were the width of a palm, I stared at the sky in disbelief, reached out and grabbed a piece of paper ashes, looked at it, and threw it away in fright.

It was a photo of me and my sister, I don't know who made it into a black and white posthumous image, and the ashes of our sister and brother were everywhere in the world.

The ominous atmosphere has been brought to the extreme.

My heart was beating wildly, and I had a premonition that something very bad was about to happen, but I couldn't retreat, and my sister became the only faith, and she supported me to go on, daring to face the fear of the unknown alone.

After walking along the snow road for about ten minutes, in the woods in front of them, two men suddenly rushed out, both of them were dressed in black, their faces were covered with wet white cloths, and they couldn't see their specific appearances clearly.

I stopped abruptly, watched the two men warily, and recited a mantra as soon as the situation was not right.

Two men carried the big red coffin and slammed it on the ground, and one of them said to me:

"Come on."

I didn't dare to act rashly, and asked suspiciously, "Where are you going?" ”

"You can't get on?" The man said in an unkind tone: "If you don't get it, you will go back, and you will never think about it again." ”

As he spoke, he tossed the lid of the coffin aside, pointed into it, and motioned for me to enter.

I hesitated and asked who they were, where they came from, and what they wanted to do. Where are you taking me?

They kept shaking their heads, refusing to answer, and one of them got impatient with my question, and replied sadly: "She is waiting for you, I will ask you one last time, will you come?" ”

She should be a woman in white.

Anyway, I can't hide from what I should come, it's good to see each other, let's make it clear to face, I Li Zhiwen don't owe you, don't pester me in the future.

I clenched my fists and dared to climb into the coffin.

Two men in black carried me along the snowy road, the coffin was uncovered, and I sat cross-legged inside, like sitting in a sedan chair, with the wind blowing in my ears.

After a while, I saw the outline of the waterworks at the end of the road ahead, a dark and black two-story structure, similar to the former boiler room.

In addition to the main structure, there are some iron houses in the plant area, which may be offices or staff dormitories.

I was carried into the factory by the two of them, only to see some workers standing on both sides of the road, applauding me, they were all wearing the old work clothes of the early nineties of the last century, and the strong smell of dust could be smelled from afar.

This waterworks belongs to the timeline of the past, it was demolished decades ago and built into a family building, and the workers I see now are all ghosts drowned in it back then, and later when building a community, it was sealed by Old Man Zhang on the ninth floor with a spell.

I'm not in the same time dimension as them, I'm still alive, and they're long dead.

The haunted waterworks of the year were completely reproduced in the netherworld, and at that moment, I felt as if I had traveled to the past, that absurd, barbaric, and rusty era.

The workers on both sides of the road were also covered with wet white cloths, and water beads kept dripping down.

Although I couldn't see my facial features, I felt that they were not laughing, but crying when they clapped their hands to welcome me.

There are some trees that can't be named, and the ground is a potholed cement road, which is spotlessly cleaned.

The workers welcomed me in the aisle, and I felt palpitations when I looked at the white cloth on their faces.

It's really going to be a big deal.

What do I have to welcome?

So far in the third level, I haven't found any valuable clues, and in a daze, I was carried into the factory.

I don't know the bottom of my heart.

The coffin stopped in front of one of the tin houses, and when it fell, I gently turned it out, and under the gaze of everyone, the man carrying the coffin pointed to the tin house, and said to me:

"She's waiting for you inside."

I looked at the workers around me in confusion, my legs and stomach trembling, and I came to the tin house, opened the door and looked in.

The room was red, with white paper lanterns hanging above it, red light coming out, red wax on the floor, and a double bed with red sheets next to the door.

The bed sheet was embroidered with the word "囍" in white.

"Get in!" The man in black in the back pushed me into the house savagely, locking the door from the outside.

I looked at the room in horror, there were only about ten square meters inside, in addition to the bed, there were dressers, washbasins, sewing machines, all of which were old furniture from the last century.

A large circle was formed on the floor with red candles, and in the middle of the circle was a large black porcelain jar.

The jar is not carefully looked, a bit like the northeast rural pickled pickles in the jar, but take a closer look, it is not right, the mouth of the altar is stuffed with a black cloth, with a miserable yellow rune paper, two horizontal and vertical seals, the rune paper is full of tadpole-like words with a red pen.

The whole body of the altar is miserable white, and there are six big characters engraved on the altar body, the left is "Yin Ghost Road", and the right is "Huangquan Road"

I leaned my back against the door, staring at the jar, and a cold sweat broke out on my back!

First of all, this thing is not a jar for pickling pickles at all, but a container for the ashes of the dead!