"No, I'm not going! No, I can't see you! Lu Jia said tremblingly.

Miss Lu felt this grievance in her heart: This is in the elevator, closed on all sides, if something goes wrong, people outside can't get in, and she can't get out from the inside. When she went downstairs just now, she didn't bring any talisman weapons, and she was born to attract ghosts, and she didn't want to do this, when will the fate of this kind of suffering come to an end!

Miss Lu is still afraid of ghosts after seeing ghosts for so long. But why is Miss Lu afraid of ghosts? It's long overdue. In fact, what she was afraid of was not ghosts, but resentful ghosts.

The level of ghosts is different, the soul body of the person who has just died is unstable, and the soul ability is still very weak. At this time, the ghosts are nothing to be afraid of, and they are basically not lethal. Even people with enough yang energy dare not approach, because they will be burned by people's yang energy.

It's different after the first seven, the first seven is the night of the soul, which can remind the ghost of his life. Most people still have attachments to life, who doesn't have a family friend, or an unfulfilled wish or something? This unfulfilled wish is called obsession.

People become strong when they have obsessions, and the same goes for ghosts.

People become crazy when they are obsessed, and people say that they are crazy; Ghosts will also lose their minds when they are obsessed with the deepest, and this is a resentful ghost.

Xiucai can't tell if he meets a soldier's friend, let alone a crazy person, he may be a crazy ghost. Lu Jia mixed those things enough. The master said that the most taboo thing for a warlock is to be nosy, so as not to get into trouble.

"Are you going to the eighteenth floor?" On the pale face of that "person", a pair of straight eyes always stared at Lu Jia without moving his position, and repeated this sentence again.

She closed her mouth and didn't say a word, looking down at her phone, her eyes glancing at the elevator doors and floor buttons.

She pressed a layer, but it felt like she was going up now. Maybe someone up there was a ladder calling, she said to herself. The elevator rose into the air and suddenly fell for a second, and when the elevator stopped, the doors opened to the sides, revealing half a gray cement wall.

Say it's half, because the other half of the wall is nailed to the eye. There was still a big gap in the middle of the plank, and the lights in the elevator were still on, and there was only a deep black in the gap.

The elevator stopped and couldn't go, and Lu Jia didn't dare to move. When the elevator breaks down, the first thing to do is to calm down and contact the property immediately. Although Lu Jia knew these common senses, she was still a little scared, don't forget that there was a "person" in front of her who was in the same elevator as her.

"Are you going to the eighteenth floor?"

Or this sentence.

The last thing Lu Jia wants to hear at this moment may be this.

She saw the blurred writing "18F" on the board that seemed to have been scribbled. She chuckled inwardly. In this building, there are no eighteen floors, because the eighteenth floor is written on the 19th floor. As for the underground, there are no eighteen floors.

She pressed another 11th floor, which was the floor of her own home. Jiang Hao said that he was a bachelor, and 11 was in line with his identity. And the eleventh floor is neither high nor low, with a good view. She pressed eleven floors, and the elevator didn't go down. She pressed the alarm phone in the elevator again, and there was a hissing noise of electromagnetic signal interference, and she couldn't get through at all. Lu Jia dialed the master's phone, but there was no signal.

She told herself, "Calm down, calm down. There must be a way. "I've always seen worse situations, let alone being stuck in an elevator.

When a person is trapped in an enclosed space, the mental tension is high. An extremely small voice will be infinitely amplified, and Lu Jia is like this at the moment. She heard a small crumbling sound outside the door, as if something was scraping against the wall.

Her eyes were glued to the door, for fear that something strange would appear. She saw ...... A few fingers slowly poked in through the cracks in the plank. And then there was a hand, a dry hand—a dry hand like dried bacon.

The lights in the elevator flickered on and off, adding to the haunted atmosphere. Miss Lu quickly thought of the method of exorcism in her mind, she was most proficient in paper figurines and puppetry, and now she didn't bring either of them; The lotus in the fire is still spiritual, and it is not spiritual.

Her soul control technique can't control the soul with strong resentment for the time being, and can only communicate with the heart of the contractor, such as Manman. After searching in her mind for a long time, she decided to try the fire lotus, and she stared at the hand that was sticking in through the gap in the wooden plank while she was wary of the "person" next to her. At the same time, concentrate on the method of generating lotus in the fire.

She tried to concentrate the lotus fire in the palm of her hand, but she tried several times without a single spark. The more nervous she was, the more she couldn't get out, and the tip of her nose was sweating.

That hand hasn't stopped yet, the more it grows, the longer it gets, and I don't know what the back of the hand looks like. The fingers were attached to the arm like dried bacon, and there was no trace of moisture in it. As his arms lengthened, he kept scratching the gaps between the planks.

The hand was not idle in the elevator back and forth, as the hand stretched closer, Lu Jia did not dare to come out, held her breath and kept retreating, retreating to the corner of the elevator There was nowhere to retreat, seeing that the hand was about to grab Lu Jia's head, she quietly squatted down, and the bacon hand grabbed empty.

The hand was unwilling, and continued to touch, Lu Jia dodged the hand and had to avoid the "person" who passed in the elevator, so as not to add more trouble. In addition, it is necessary to separate the mind and continue to condense the lotus fire in the palm of the hand.

The bacon hand became as long as a bacon snake, twisting strangely in the ladder, and the moment she caught Lu Jia's face, the time was only 0.1 seconds, and everything stopped. A pale blue glow glowed over the entire surface of the hand, and then a blue flame ignited.

Looking out along the flames, you can see that the end of the flames is in the palm of Lu Jia's hand, and it has finally condensed into a lotus in the fire.

The elevator door closed suddenly, and the hand was caught in the middle of the elevator door, and the elevator began to descend rapidly. Lu Jia heard a tooth-aching click, and she knew that the arm had been severed by the wall.

The half of the arm that fell to the ground in the elevator box began to twist violently, and the arm that was obviously dry like bacon did not twitch as if it had nerves. It burned to ashes in a few moments. There was a scorching smell in the elevator car.

The elevator finally stopped on the first floor. When the elevator doors opened again, a somewhat thin old man stood outside.

"I'm from the property, and you pressed the call phone in the elevator just now?" The old man asked suspiciously.

"No, I pressed the wrong one. I'm sorry to trouble you. Lu Jia replied a little shyly.

"Huh? I pressed the wrong button? It's okay. The old man limped back after speaking.

Lu Jia looked at the old man's back, and quickly flipped through his memories in his mind: "Who is this old man?" Why is the smell so familiar? But why don't I remember meeting this person......"