Chapter 39: The City of Death
I felt something on my shoulder, and the hairs on my body stood up instantly, and I immediately took the torch in my hand and hit it backwards, although the fire of the torch was extinguished, it could still be used as a stick. This time I almost used all my strength, I thought I would hit something, but I didn't hit anything, the torch seemed to hit the air, and it was directly hollowed out, without any sense of force.
At the same time as the torch was empty, I quickly turned around and stood up, facing the direction of my back just now, and swiped a few more times, but there was still nothing. But now I feel like my shoulders are lighter, like the thing has come down from my shoulders.
Although my shoulders were relaxed, my nerves were still tense and there was no relaxation. I don't know what it was, but for a short time, it was clear that something was on my shoulder, and it was definitely not an illusion.
It didn't take long from the time I put it on my shoulder to the time it left my shoulder, but I didn't hear a single sound. This is definitely not something that people can do, even zongzi can't do it at all, I thought, even if it's a gust of wind, then I should at least hear the wind, but I just didn't hear anything, so I can't imagine, and I don't dare to imagine what it is.
I suddenly realized that we couldn't go apart like this anymore, and even though it wasn't big, the black fog in front of me was enough to separate us, so I decided to call everyone together so that we could take care of each other in case of any emergency.
Just as I was about to call out to them, I heard a voice, but I couldn't tell the exact source of the sound. If you calm down and carefully identify the source of the sound, you will find that the sound is very rhythmic, with a slight "whoosh...... Sou...... Whoosh", like something jumping in the black fog.
I don't know if the sound was made by one or several things, and I could clearly hear the sound all around, but not at the same time. It's kind of like something jumping in circles, going in a clockwise direction.
If it was just the sound of something, it was scary to me, because it was moving so fast, and it didn't mean to stop, it was going in circles all the time. The sound of swishing is very regular, one at a time, without one accent, which is very likely to be the sound of just one thing, of course, it may also be made by multiple sounds, but that must be an excellent cooperation, otherwise there will not be no overlapping sounds. If it's multiple sounds, it makes me feel even more terrifying, because if there is such a tacit cooperation, if it is aggressive, it is definitely not easy to deal with.
Hearing this sound reminds me of the thing on my shoulder just now, and if this thing was on my shoulder just now, it would have to make people feel terrified. In such a quiet space, there is such a strange black fog, and listening to this swishing sound, it is like a sense of urgency, plus the scene here is exactly the same as the ghost door in my heart, and my heart instantly beats rhythmically with the swishing sound.
Although this was not the greatest fear, it was enough to make my heart tense, and at that moment, another voice appeared in the entire space. The sound of a ghostly cry for help, like someone crying and a cold shiver, really scared me to hear it.
At the same time, I also saw two points of light in the distance in two directions, even though the sight was like darkness in the black fog, but these two points of light were very dazzling, although they did not bring me light, but this feeling was like a point of light in front of my eyes, but I could see it, but I could not touch it.
I don't know if it's the light of a torch or the light of a flashlight. If it's the light of the flashlight, then I can completely understand that the old prostitute and the little wolf are turning on the flashlight, because they both carry the flashlight when they come down. All kinds of sounds in my ears are still ringing, whether it is the sound of swishing jumps or the cry for help of ghosts, they have not stopped because of these two points of light.
I was about to walk towards one of the points of light to take a look, but just took two steps, suddenly I felt that something was wrong, there were still points of light on my side, and when I turned around, I found that there were two more points of light, how could so many points of light be sent by two flashlights, I immediately realized that this was definitely not the flashlight of the little wolf and the old prostitute.
Just when I was puzzled, there was a "clang" in the distance, like the sound of someone smashing wood. Then came the words, "Close your eyes, don't look at the point of light, this should be the forbidden city of vain, I'm here on the stairs, you listen to the sound of me knocking on the wood." ”
As soon as I heard that this was the little wolf, I hurriedly answered, closed my eyes and listened to the sound and walked in his direction.
While walking, I was still thinking about what the little wolf said just now, he said that this is a forbidden city of vain, although I don't know how he judged it, but I still trust what he said, after all, the little wolf is not a person who talks nonsense.
The city of the dead is not a good place, and the ghosts who are imprisoned in the city have a certain amount of resentment, because these ghosts are all people who died in vain. Anyone who dies in an accident, war, disaster, murder, or unjustly dies is called a vain death.
For example, if a person whose life is destined to end at the age of 90, but accidentally dies early at the age of 40, he will be imprisoned in the city of the dead until he is 90 years old.
During this period, the souls of the dead imprisoned in the city can live like the people of the Yang world, and can go to the city to see if the people who murdered him are due to be punished, but their personal freedom will be strictly controlled, and they will not be able to receive the dead paper and paper sacrifices burned by their relatives and friends in the Yang world, nor can they return to the Yang world to accept the offerings of their relatives in the Yang world on the Midyear Festival, like other dead souls, until these dead souls see that the people who murdered him have received the due retribution and the resentment is comforted, and they can be reincarnated.
In the past, I heard from the elders that people who know the art of soul trapping, when they help others build ancient tombs, they will trap some ghosts who died in vain in a fixed place, prevent them from being reincarnated, and use the anger of these ghosts to achieve the purpose of guarding the tomb.
Those ghosts who died in vain are extremely resentful, and they are confined in ancient tombs and cannot be reincarnated, which makes them even more resentful. The longer they are imprisoned, the heavier their anger will become, and when they reach a certain peak, they will become an evil devil who was originally a good person who died in vain.
Although they can't kill people directly, they can lure others to death without realizing it, which is more terrible than killing people with zongzi, because you don't know when you fall into their trap and lose your life.
I try to restrain myself from thinking too much, because once I am uncertain, it will increase the possibility of being hit, and this kind of trick is not as simple as being beaten, and I may lose my life at any time.
I kept following the sound of clattering wood, but the sound still sounded so far away, as if I was taking a step forward, and the sound was also taking a step forward. I've walked a dozen steps, and instead of getting closer, the sound feels farther and farther away.
I suddenly realized that it wasn't good, damn it, I was going to get tricked-
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