The yang energy on the gossip money is not particularly strong, I originally just planned to use it to block the yin energy down the stairs, the yin energy is extremely rich at first glance, but after hitting the yang energy on the gossip money, it was instantly dispersed.

I stood there for a second or two, then calmed down and made my way up the rusty staircase to the second floor.

I speculate that if the yin qi that appeared just now is either strong on the outside and dry in the middle, or the thing that controls the yin qi is deliberately showing weakness in order to lure me forward.

And at this moment, the only way in front of me is to move forward, whether that thing is deliberately luring me or not, I have no choice to retreat.

The last time I came to the second floor of the storeroom, I just thought that the space on this floor was much narrower than the first floor, and there was a dull smell of old wood in the air, but this time, as soon as I stepped on the second floor, I immediately smelled a faint smell of rot.

As the fat man said, the smell of rot in the old storehouse is the smell of meat.

The light on this floor was still as dim as last time, I turned on the flashlight I carried with me, and quickly lit it around, and when the light shone on the east wall, I saw a gray-yellow shadow flashing quickly along the corner of the wall.

When I turn on the flashlight, I can not only see the things illuminated by the light with the naked eye, but also see the flow of Qi fields around me through the quicksand, as well as some things that I can't usually see.

But that shadow only appeared in my real vision, and the quicksand did not outline it.

I suddenly understood that what appeared in the light just now was probably just an illusion.

Unexpectedly, even though I had been prepared, I almost landed.

After repeated light, the floor was still empty and empty, except for the shadow that suddenly appeared just now.

I tried my best to steady myself and continued to climb the stairs.

In the middle of the third floor, there was a small table, and a white candle was lit in the southeast corner of the table, and in the midst of the candle flames, a woman in a bright red cheongsam stood gloomily on the edge of the fire, her head lowered, and I could not see her face, only two strands of hair sinking down her shoulders.

This woman did appear in my field of vision with the light of fire, but in the Great Qi quicksand, there was only a thick cloud of yin qi where she stood.

The classics of the old family said that except for the fierce gods, ordinary ghosts cannot directly cause physical harm to people, but they often use the yin energy and resentment on their bodies to create illusions in order to confuse the living.

Many people who are "killed" by ghosts often die by suicide.

Seeing the woman standing behind the firelight, to be honest, not only did I not have the slightest fear, but my heart relaxed a lot. It's just because although the yin qi behind her is strong, it is not mixed with too much resentment and anger.

Now I can almost say that what is hidden in the storehouse is indeed a ghost, but it is very shallow.

Even so, I still don't dare to take it lightly, after all, in addition to the ghosts, Mrs. Wang may also be lurking on the top floor.

At present, I don't know whether Mrs. Wang is a corpse, or if there is a ghost who borrowed her yang body to return her soul.

After a rough glance at the edge of the firelight, I ignored the woman who had been transformed by the yin qi, turned around and walked towards the top floor, condensing a mental power in the dantian as I walked.

The slabs used to build the staircase were covered with a thick layer of rust, and with every step I took, I heard the rust crack under my feet.

Just as I was halfway up the staircase, the yin qi slowly moved behind me, and then I vaguely felt someone touch my shoulder.

This kind of tactile sensation is just an illusion created by ghosts, but even though I know it's an illusion, I still think it's very real.

I turned my head and saw a woman with a disheveled hair standing behind me, her arms stretched out to me, her wrists exposed beyond her blood-red cuffs, and her complexion as white as paper.

The next moment, she said one word in a trembling voice: "I ......"

Before she could say the second word, I flicked my wrist, and the gossip money crossed a short arc under the traction of the yang line, hitting the yin qi behind the woman.

Just like last time, as soon as the yin qi touched the gossip money, it immediately dissipated, and the woman standing in front of me disappeared without a trace.

If the one standing in front of me is really a red-clothed ghost, with my current Taoism, I will definitely have to use all my strength to deal with it, at least I have to sacrifice the Netherworld Treasure, but unfortunately this ghost in front of me is just a small cloud of yin qi conjured up, in terms of danger, it may not be as good as an ordinary lonely soul and wild ghost.

I shook my wrist and withdrew the gossip money and walked up the stairs to the top floor.

The moonlight still didn't shine through the window, and I stood at the entrance of the top floor, shining into the darkness.

In the place directly opposite me, there was a platform made of more than a dozen beds, and Mrs. Wang was standing in the center of the platform, and when I picked up the flashlight, the light just illuminated the upper half of her body and face.

Mrs. Wang's neck was bent at an exaggerated angle, her whole head was resting on her shoulders, her body was standing straight, and her hands were hanging down lightly along her shoulders.

She looked like a person hanged from the trunk of a tree, and if there was a gust of wind blowing through the hole in the window, I would even think that her body would swing with the wind.

I could feel that Mrs. Wang was entrenched in an extremely strong yin qi, as well as resentment and anger that were not too pure, and a faint corpse qi.

The yin qi entered the body, indicating that she was indeed possessed by ghosts, and there was corpse qi floating on her forehead, which was enough to show that Mrs. Wang's corpse had indeed undergone a corpse transformation.

I can't figure it out, why do you want to use the body of the evil corpse to return to the yang? I don't know if Mrs. Wang's corpse was transformed before it was occupied by ghosts, or if it was transformed after returning to Yang.

While pondering questions like these, I cautiously approached Mrs. Wang with my flashlight. During this period, I have been using the Mind Fixing Technique to bless my vision, for fear that there are other things hidden on the top floor of the treasury besides Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang stood upright on a bed, her eyes widened, as if she was staring at me, but her eyes were motionless, as if she had long lost consciousness.

Just when I was two or three steps away from walking to the stage, Mrs. Wang suddenly straightened her neck like clockwork and asked me in a thick dialect accent, "Which song to listen to?" ”

Before her death, she was obviously an old lady over seventy years old, but at this time, her voice was that of a young woman, but her voice was slightly thicker than that of ordinary women.

At this time, I suddenly remembered the scene mentioned by the black fat man, he once said that to this day, no one knows whether the scene of singing martial arts is male or female.

Some people think that she is a woman who exudes heroism, and some people think that he is a man who is full of charm.

And Mrs. Wang's voice at this time is this feeling, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

I loosened the yang thread on my wrist a little and stared at Mrs. Wang.

At this time, Mrs. Wang, who was standing on the platform, suddenly pinched the shelf, half-squatted and half-knelt to lower her center of gravity, and then opened her voice: "In front of the ancestral grave of the tomb during the Qingming Festival, in the ground, the robbers suddenly came to rob me Chanjuan......"

At the beginning, her voice was still very thin, it seemed to be the singing voice of Danjiao, but after a few long notes were dragged out, her voice was a few points plain and coarse, and her demeanor was a little more heroic, and she clearly changed from Danjiao to Shengjiao.

She herself seemed to be able to hear the problem, and stopped halfway through singing, then stood up straight again, and began to poke her forehead with her fingers: "Die of this heart, you don't have the talent, what's wrong with singing a martial artist in this life, you don't have the talent, you don't have the talent......"

The more she spoke, the more anxious she became, as if she was crazy, and her fingers poked her forehead again and again, eager to poke a bloody hole in her head.

I stood by the stage and watched coldly, because I knew in my heart that the old lady Wang standing in front of me now was a dead person at all.

Mrs. Wang shouted and shouted, and suddenly there was a scream of "whoa", and before I could react to what had happened to her, she suddenly leaned down, picked up a big bed from her feet, and threw it at me.

I was too close to her, and the size of the bed was too big for me to dodge, so I could only throw a quick fist and slam it on the bed.

With a crisp click, the bed board was smashed into two sections by me, and the broken bed crossed both sides of my body, and Mrs. Wang also rushed in front of me at this moment.

As soon as her old boar-like face appeared in front of me, I immediately shrank back, but I didn't realize that she had already stretched out her hands like steel claws, and as soon as I made a movement on my side, she grabbed my arm, then opened her mouth again, and bit me on the neck.

I didn't expect the demon-possessed corpse to move so quickly, and I couldn't avoid it, and there was a stinging pain in my neck.

It's just that Mrs. Wang didn't expect that my blood was full of evil qi, and as soon as her teeth touched my blood, she was immediately invaded by the evil qi, and the corpse qi and yin qi entrenched in her body also became very scattered.

She immediately let out a series of terrible screams, and quickly let go of my arm, and retreated in a panic.

It wasn't until she was a little farther away from me that I saw a ghost creature lying on her back in the field of vision.

Seeing that half of the ghosts had melted into Mrs. Wang's body, the rest could only be attached to her back, and she couldn't get in or out.

As soon as I saw this situation, I knew what was going on, it must be that when the ghost thing borrowed Mrs. Wang's corpse to resurrect her soul, Mrs. Wang's corpse happened to have a corpse transformation.

Ghosts and things return to yang, generally with the help of the body of the evil corpse, because even if it is attached to the evil corpse, it will still suffer from the yin wind, and there is no difference between not returning the yang.

To say that the luck of this ghost in front of him is also enough, and Mrs. Wang has become an evil corpse after half of the Yang, it must now especially want to stay away from Mrs. Wang, how can half of the soul have been fused with Mrs. Wang's body, and if you can't live, you can't die, the corpse is not like a ghoul, not like a ghost.

(End of chapter)