In the face of Bai Haolai's challenge, Situ Daoist was under a lot of pressure, a man in his hundreds, facing a middle-aged man in his forties, and now the eye of heaven was damaged and his cultivation was greatly reduced.

I found a piece of paper and wrote a bunch of "brushes" and handed it to Zhai Rushu, asking her to go out and buy it back.

Lin Ping glanced at it: yellow table paper, peach wood, cinnabar, black dog blood, glutinous rice, gossip mirror, red rope.

They are all commonly used by Taoist priests to exorcise ghosts, but Lin Ping is a little puzzled.

Since Daoist Situ and Huang Zhiqian both said that evil ghosts are the embodiment of people's evil thoughts, are these things useful?

If you want to get rid of evil spirits, you must start from inside the zero-dimensional space, and these things are obviously used externally.

Lin Ping opened his mouth to ask, but when he thought of the unhappiness with Daoist Situ, he returned to his room and slept with his head bored.

The sixth floor is the same as a forbidden area for the entire third courtyard. At night, it is very quiet, patients and medical staff will not come up easily, and occasionally there is something to be conveyed by Zhai Rushu, giving him great freedom. As long as you don't set fire to the building, you won't care.

After a while, Lin Ping fell asleep.

Not long after falling asleep, the shadows in front of me swayed and snored slightly, and this sleep was very heavy.

When I woke up, I found that my surroundings were too strange and abnormal.

"What kind of place is this? Is this still in my dream? ”

Everything around is extremely familiar, it is the sixth floor of the mental hospital.

The difference is that Lin Ping was standing at the top of the stairs at this time. The sky has already darkened, through the window, the high-rise buildings outside are all gloomy, even the street lights are not on, and the surrounding quiet mad people, especially in this mental hospital, are extremely silent.

Lin Ping tried hard to remember how he came here, but he didn't remember it after thinking about it for a long time, and now suspected that it should be a dream. It's just that the dream is so strange that Lin Ping is a little puzzled, and he doesn't know why this is so.

Looking around, there was no figure in sight, and the medical building in the front yard was pitch black and gloomy, and there was not even a swaying shadow.

Lin Ping was even more sure that this was in a dream, but why did he have such a dream?

Walking from the staircase to the door of his room, he suddenly heard a sound in his ears, which came from the room of Daoist Situ next door.

The rooms of the psychiatric hospital are closed except for one door, which are blocked by iron railings.

Following the sound, Lin Ping moved his steps, stopped in front of Daoist Situ's door, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"How about killing Lin Ping?" This is the voice of Daoist Situ.

"Hehe, you dead Taoist, your heart is so ruthless, I just want to use him for human experiments, you even want his eyes." Listening to the voice is Huang Zhiqian.

"His secret eye belongs to me, for so many years, I have always been such a living dead, no one is a ghost, no ghost is not a ghost."

After hearing Zhai Rushu's voice, Lin Ping's back bones were cold.

"Xiao Su, don't worry, when I get his secret eye, his soul will be handed over to you to eat, you have been a ghost for more than ten years, and it's time to be a man." Daoist Situ made an eerie voice and smiled weirdly.

Lin Ping, who was standing outside the door, had a numb scalp, his pupils dilated in horror, his body trembled and fell backwards, leaning against the wall.

"Shhhh Daoist Situ whispered.

Lin Ping, who was leaning against the wall, pinched his face in disbelief and reminded himself: "This is a dream, this is a dream." ”

"Ouch, it hurts, this Nima is not a dream."

Lin Ping swallowed his throat with difficulty, walked to the door, put his hands trembling on the doorknob, and took a deep breath.

"Click"

The door opened, and Lin Ping looked into the house.

The light was very dim, and I could only see the bed inside rising high and covered with a blanket, as if two people were sleeping, and I didn't see Zhai Rushu.

"Why is Zhai Rushu gone? Is she really a ghost? ”

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, but he still had the courage to look at the figure on the bed and muster up the courage to shout.

"Dead Taoist, Lao Huang."

Daoist Situ and Huang Zhiqian on the bed didn't seem to hear it, they still turned their backs to Lin Ping, and let out an even and slight breathing sound.

"Da Da Da"

Lin Ping's body suddenly trembled, and the sound of footsteps going upstairs came from below, which seemed so harsh in this quiet night.

Looking at the two people on the bed in the room, and then turning his head to look at the staircase next to him, Lin Ping moved to the edge of the staircase, stretched out his head and looked down.

The night was pitch dark, and there was not the slightest light around, so I couldn't see it clearly.

Looking down from the slit in the middle of the staircase, you can vaguely see a figure walking upward, the rhythm is very slow, a pale palm on the handrail, moving up smoothly with the footsteps, and you can see half of the shoulder, wearing a white coat.

"Could it be Zhai Rushu? She was in the room just now, huh? ”

Lin Ping didn't dare to continue to think about it, and the only explanation for this association was: Zhai Rushu was a ghost, and what Daoist Situ said to himself before was all a lie.

His breathing gradually became short, his mouth seemed to be on fire and was very dry, Lin Ping's eyes were in a trance, and his steps involuntarily took two steps back.

Another voice came from Daoist Situ's room.

"Oh, Xiao Su is really, why do you want to scare that stupid boy, if you are scared crazy, those eyes of all living beings will be useless." Daoist Situ complained.

"It doesn't matter, it can be repaired if it is scrapped, if you are frightened and used for experimentation, others will not be held responsible, and it is justified." Huang Zhiqian smiled proudly.

"Be quiet, don't let that kid hear." Daoist Situ said again.

The conversation between the two clearly fell into Lin Ping's ears, and Lin Ping looked at Daoist Situ's room in disbelief.

Recklessly, open the Heavenly Eye and the Secret Eye at the same time.

The surrounding scene changed instantly, the tall buildings in front of him were gone, the body was suspended in the air, and it was also empty and black when he looked into the distance.

Looking at Daoist Situ's room again, Daoist Situ and Huang Zhiqian were lying close together, laughing strangely silently, their eyes were ethereal, and they looked in the direction of Lin Ping from time to time, as if they noticed that Lin Ping was observing them, so they quickly moved their eyes away and tucked the blanket on their bodies.

Looking down again, Zhai Rushu's body was stiff, her calves were straight up and down, and she was going upstairs. As if he had discovered that Lin Ping was spying on her, she raised her head to look at Lin Ping, and suddenly opened her mouth and showed a grim smile to Lin Ping, with white teeth and red tongue, her eyes suddenly widened and stared at Lin Ping, those eyes did not have the slightest emotion, like fish eyes.

"It's a dream, it's a dream, it's not real."

Lin Ping repeatedly reminded himself that he fled to his room in a hurry, locked the door from the inside, got into the quilt, and covered himself tightly.

All the surrounding movement disappeared, there was no sound of Daoist Situ and Huang Zhiqian talking, and there was no footsteps of Zhai Rushu.

There was a deathly silence in the bed, and only the sound of himself panting could be heard.

With trembling hands, he pinched his thighs hard.

"Ouch, it hurts. Nima's, is this a dream or not? ”

Lin Ping was a little unconfident, if this was a dream, he wouldn't even feel the pain so real. But if it's not a dream, how did Fang Cai get to the top of the stairs? Why can't you see even a little light outside?

"Hey, that kid seems to have found out."

"Just let your dead Taoist be careful, don't expose our plans."

The voice came from outside the window, it was Huang Zhiqian and Daoist Situ.

Lin Ping lifted the corner of the quilt, leaned his head over, and secretly looked at the window from the corner of the quilt.

Eyes, a pair of eyes.

In the middle of the window hung a pair of strange eyes, without a head or eyebrows, staring at Lin Ping.

Although the room was dark and dark, the white and black pupils of these eyes were clearly visible, the pupils were cracked, and a few blood streaks spread to the surroundings, and there were some turbidity on the pupils, which looked very much like the eyes of Daoist Situ.