When I got back to the hotel, I wasn't in the mood to take a shower. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info. From entering the room, lock the dilapidated wooden door, for fear that the old ghost of the black fog on the opposite side will follow. I leaned against the wooden door and patted my chest to ease my nerves. At this time, I was in the mood to analyze today's events.

I patted my head, and by the way, the proprietress would have met with this disaster if it weren't for her. Whether she has anything to do with this matter or not, I have to beat him up today, or it will be difficult to relieve my anger.

After observing behind the door, I saw that the black fog did not follow, so I plucked up my courage, opened the door and walked out, ready to settle accounts with the proprietress.

I searched all the rooms and didn't see the proprietress anymore, 'It's strange, where did this person go?' Is it afraid that I will come back to retaliate, I wonder at this time.

Just as I was constantly looking for the culprit, suddenly in the silence of the night, I heard someone chanting the scriptures. I made a closer look, and found that the voice was a bit like that of the proprietress coming from the direction of my feet. So, I lay on the ground and listened carefully. It looked like the woman was chanting a prayer, and it looked like a mantra.

'I was hiding in the basement, and I thought I couldn't find you. I looked left and right for the passage to the basement, and after a while, I noticed a slightly rusted round knocker on the ground behind the counter.

'It turns out that here, look where you're going.' I opened the little hidden door carefully, lest I make a little noise and startle the snake. When the door is opened, a dimly lit corridor appears, all paved with cyan stone slabs. There is no dirt or dust on it, and it seems that this woman takes this place very seriously and cleans it every day.

Seeing this bluestone slab, the big stone in my heart also let go. Why, if this tunnel is also paved with that dilapidated wooden plank, not to mention the proprietress below, even people who sleep very dead can hear it. What if there were another way to let the hateful woman down there run away.

Walking slowly down, the basement has an eerie feel to it, with a musty smell in between. As I walked down the tunnel, I saw a lot of charms painted in cinnabar on the left and right, and the scarlet text and dim candlelight made the basement very terrifying. At this time, I was also a little scared in my heart, looking at this situation, the old woman is also a character.

However, in the extreme atmosphere of my time at that time, I couldn't take care of these things, the so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, which is the current situation.

I stepped out of the tunnel and found that the entrance to the basement below was narrow enough for one person to pass through. Slowly walked to the narrow doorway and peeked inside. It doesn't matter if you look at it, I almost have incontinence.

I saw that all the dead bodies in the room were there, and when I looked down from the roof, all the human skins hanging on the top wall were human skins, and there were various patterns and talismans painted on the human skins, and I don't know what the use was. The lower row is all dried by people, and it is estimated that these people have dried their skin and are covered with a thin layer of oil, which is estimated to have been dried for a long time. On the bottom wall, many people's heads are pierced and nailed to the wall with steel nails, and it seems that they are all people who have just died, and the skin is not as shriveled as the upper layer, and it can be clearly seen that it is still elastic. It's just that these people don't have blood, and every corpse is thrown away from the chest, and all the internal organs inside are gone.

However, if you think about it carefully, you can see that this is a process of making corpses, first removing the internal organs of the body, and after a long period of drying, the skin on the body is scraped off and painted with patterns. This is too cruel, at this time I am careful of my liver fluttering and fluttering, where do I still have the heart to go to the old woman to settle the score.

Looking at the wall, my gaze slowly moved down. I saw that the room was very large, but there was nothing there. There is only a table in the middle that looks like an operating table, and there are various tools next to it. At this time, I saw an old woman holding a bloodstained steel knife in her hand (it is estimated that there are not 100 but 80 people who have not been killed with this knife), dissecting the corpse on the table.

Look closely, this old woman is not the boss lady, although she looks a lot older, but in terms of figure and posture, she is indeed exactly the same as the boss lady. I saw that the woman first chanted a spell on the corpse, and then carefully cut the skin, taking out the various parts one by one. First of all, the heart is in the lungs, kidneys, liver, intestines??????????????? Wait, I didn't look closely, it was too disgusting. But I hate to wonder how this man is disemboweled, how can he not bleed?

So, I looked at the head of the corpse, and I was shocked to see that this person was not the thief just now. No wonder there was no blood, all of them were sucked away by the ghosts. Could it be that this old woman is in the same league as the ghost?

"Why didn't I see that poor ghost today, strange thing. According to reason, this poor ghost is not very old, and he has a lot of qi, so the breathing ghost should choose him, I obviously saw the poor ghost rushing in, what's going on? The old woman said as she dissected the corpse.

Hearing this, I knew that if it weren't for the female ghost who was preparing to rebel against the old ghost of the Black Mist today, I would definitely be dead.

"Wait a while, when I see Leng Chan, I have to clean her up," the old woman said in an atmospheric manner.

It turned out that this ghost was called Leng Chan, and her status was lower than that of the old woman, and she was also a salaryman, who was exploited by the upper layers. Those who are miserable do not know where the evil spirit has gone.

Just as I was thinking about it, the old woman had already disposed of the thief's body, and struck it on the skull with a steel nail, and then took down a human skin with a talisman from the top layer. The old woman first wrapped a clay pot in human skin, and then put the thief's internal organs into it one by one according to the order of dissection just now. I wonder what she's doing here.

I saw that the old woman took out a glass jar full of poisonous insects from under the operating table, poured all kinds of poisonous insects into the clay pot, and then this woman was ruthless enough. With the knife he had just used, he made a wound in the middle and kept dripping blood into the clay pot. I could hear the sparse sound in the clay pot outside, which made people's scalps tingle, and I knew with my ass that these poisonous insects were competing to eat the blood of the old woman.

Now I know that this old woman turned out to be a Gu raiser, but I don't know what kind of Gu she raised. At this time, I only thought in my heart, hurry up and run away, this is just out of the tiger's mouth into the wolf's den, my life is so tragic.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, suddenly a pair of hands slapped on my shoulder, and I was scared into a cold sweat all over my body. I thought to myself, is there still a gang for this woman? This man, when he slapped my hand on the shoulder, covered my mouth from behind with his other hand.

"Don't make a sound. Brother, don't be afraid. I am a disciple of the head of Laoshan Mountain, and I have no help."