But the old ghost's face was still calm, and he kept that anxiety in his heart. He dropped his hammer and smashed it into those hands.

The black hands under the table were smashed in half, and the bloody flesh was left on the ground. The old ghost then overturned the table, kicked the two stools next to him, and looked down again, and there was nothing under the table, except for the broken half of the arm.

Then, on the wall of the dining room, another figure appeared, this time standing directly in front of the table. After two seconds, he turned around and sat down at another table.

The old ghost almost turned his face to see that there was no one sitting at the table. It's just that the walls are lit by a faint candlelight, reflecting the back of a woman who is not too small.

I don't know which woman is doing what, and her behavior is quite unnatural. Facing the bottom of the table, it seems to be looking down at a book. I don't look very old.,It looks like a schoolgirl.。

The old ghost's gaze shifted from the wall to the table, and he slowly approached the red candle in his hand, and when he walked to the stool, he heard the sound of eating again.

The sound was slick, like drinking water from a cup through a straw. But there was no one at the table, but there was a round tire under the corner, which was the tire of a motorcycle.

The candlelight famed, and the wax was dripping on his fingers. When the old ghost was about to take the last step, a woman's pant sound came from the table.

In the middle of the two stools, the back of a woman slowly appeared. The black hair is dirty but not messy, and the clothes are filthy but not sloppy. Holding a boxy villain book in his hand, he opened several pages, panting and reading.

The old ghost is one step closer. The woman raised her head and turned her face to the old ghost.

The old ghost was taken aback at that time, and he didn't know who the woman in front of him was. The chain of hammers almost fell out of her hands, and the woman turned her head completely, and in the darkness, a snow-white face faintly appeared.

There were spots of blood all over his face, and several pieces of skin on his cheeks were broken.

The old ghost was halfway through his legs, threw the hammer in a panic, shrank back again, and exclaimed, "Who are you?" ”

The woman suddenly stood up from the stool and tucked the book back into her pocket. When he got up completely, he didn't look tall, about three or four meters, with lipstick on his mouth and a school uniform. It looks like a schoolgirl.

The schoolgirl slowly caught up. The old ghost almost hooked the hammer with his toes, and was about to beckon the schoolgirl in the face. The old woman in the kitchen suddenly came out and shouted, "Hey, I said girl, don't read here, go back to your room quickly." ”

The schoolgirls did not speak or make any moves. Just turned his body slightly, towards the kitchen door, passed by the old ghost, bypassed the surrounding dining tables, and stiffly pushed open the glass door and walked into the kitchen.

The old woman also walked up with a smile, came to the table, and said to the old ghost, "It's getting late, hurry up and rest." ”

"Was that your kid?" The old ghost turned around and asked in a serious tone.

"Yes, she always likes to read, especially at night, maybe it scared you just now, hurry up and rest!"

The old woman said a few words and walked back to the kitchen.

The old ghost stared at the old woman's back for a while, ran up and held the bell that was sleeping soundly in front of the table, picked it up, and slowly walked into the kitchen, all the way to the corridor.

There was no light in this hallway, only candles hung on the sides of the door, and the air was very unfresh, as if walking into a ruin station. The old ghost almost took the iron key in front of his eyes and looked at it, there was a small white note on the surface of the key, and there were three black characters "Zero Zero Three" The three black characters were almost blurred and could not be seen clearly, and the ink on them had dissipated.

There are portraits on both sides of the corridor, each of which depicts a different woman, and one of them stands out, the portrait of a beggar. The painting is so realistic, and the strange smile on his face is constant in the painting.

The old ghost didn't think much of it, holding the key in his hand and carrying the bell on his back, he crossed every iron door and looked around the surrounding environment.

But strangely, he couldn't find where room 003 was, and it was surrounded by copper walls. The whole corridor is not long, and it can be reached in thirty or fifty steps. At the end was a toilet, which was very dirty, as if it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

The old ghost came to the toilet, looked left and right, and then walked back again. All the way from the forty to the one, I didn't find the third of them. The old ghost almost felt that his eyes were not flowered, and he felt that something was wrong no matter how he looked at it.

So, he took the iron key in his hand again, looked at it carefully, and found that it was indeed written on it. After hesitating for a while, the old woman from before came out of nowhere and stood behind him.

"Hey, you old man, why don't you go to rest?" The old woman spoke.

The old ghost almost turned around, and was surprised to see the old woman in front of him, and said in a panic: "Oh, you old woman, why is the ghost lingering, I'm looking for room three." ”

"Room Three? We don't have room number three here, are you mistaken? The old woman said.

"Why isn't there room three? You gave me the keys, have you forgotten them? As he spoke, the old ghost sent the key in his hand forward and handed it to the old woman.

The old woman rubbed her eyes, leaned her face forward, took off her presbyopia eyes, took the key with her other hand and looked at it, then she reacted, and said, "Oh, so that's the case, what I gave you is not the room key, but the warehouse key, we do have a No. 3 warehouse, but there is really no No. 3 room." ”

The old woman swallowed, took out a large handful of keys from her waist, took out one of them, handed it to him, and said, "It's better to change the room, I'll give you the key to the door of room No. 4, the warehouse is too dusty, and there is no way to live in it." ”

The old ghost sighed, took back the key to the No. 3 warehouse, and said, "Forget it, just live in the warehouse, is there a bed in it?" Just have a bed. ”

"There is no bed, but there is a bunk, so why bother? The warehouse is dirty, and there is no bathroom, so it stinks! The old woman smiled darkly.

"Don't get in the way, the old man is very casual, you can live anywhere, you can send this girl behind me to the room." The old ghost said, pointing back at his back.

"It's really bad, I still can't let you live in the warehouse, there have been people dead in it, many people have died, if you want to go, go to room four, room four is next to the warehouse, if you see the warehouse, you can see room four." The old woman threw the key to him, and snatched the key back from the warehouse, and her strength was so great that she pinched out the red marks on the old ghost's poor hands.

After the old woman finished speaking, she turned around and walked in the direction of the bathroom. The old ghost took the key in his hand and shouted, "Hey, you wait, come back first." But the old woman did not look back, as if she could not hear anything, and went on.

The old ghost sighed helplessly, and looked at the key in his hand again, which said Zero Zero Four. However, this key is much newer than the previous one, as if it has just been matched, and it can be seen from the shape of the key that these are two different grades of rooms.

The old ghost carried the bell to the end again, and tried to wake it up several times. But this time she slept like a pig, and she couldn't scream no matter how much she screamed.

When I came to the bathroom, the old woman was already gone. I had to pinch my nose and walk in, only to see that there was a back door in the bathroom. After opening the back door, there was a long hallway.

The corridor was darker than before, there were no blankets on the floor, and the stone dust on the walls had fallen to the ground in small pieces.

Continuing to walk forward, in one of the corners, I saw the door of the warehouse, and this one was the only iron door. The rest are rotten wooden doors. And next to this warehouse, is room four.

The old ghost took the key and opened the door. There was a candle on the table in the room that had been lit for a long time, and it seemed that no one had entered the room before, and it was unknown who had lit the candle.

The old ghost walked all the way to the table, and saw that the table was placed on a bed, and the bed below seemed to be missing a corner, but it did not fall completely, and there seemed to be a person hiding under the foot of the bed, supporting the collapsed side with two hands.

The old ghost took the candle off the table, crouched down, and looked under the bed, where there was only an old wooden box, some discarded cans, and nothing else.

When the old ghost got up again, he looked at the head of the bed, and suddenly found a woman sleeping on the bed, covered with a quilt, and her body was motionless.

The old ghost looked at the woman's body and asked, "Why are you sleeping here?" This is the room booked by the old man. ”

But the woman lying flat on the head of the bed did not reply to anything, as if she were dead, and she did not hear the sound of breathing. The old ghost almost lifted her quilt and pulled her body over, and at the same time the white face turned to the bedside.

This face was as white as paper, and there was no blood between the faces, and when she pressed her head down with her hand. The end was quickly flattened. At this time, the old ghost found out that it was a papier-mâché doll.

It's the kind that is specially burned for the dead, and you can buy it for dozens of dollars on the black market. When the old ghost saw this face, his body trembled, and he put the bell on his back under the bed.

He put the red candle in his hand on the face of the papier-mâché doll, and looked at the watery eyes like a real person. When he completely ripped the quilt to the side, he saw that the paper doll was still wearing a school uniform on its body.

The uniform looked familiar, as if I had seen it in the cafeteria before. And the face is similar to the schoolgirl, and if you look closely, it's the same person.

The old ghost took down the paper doll and threw it outside the room. After closing the door, he walked under the bed and hugged the bell on the bed, and after covering the quilt, he yawned as well.

Looking left and right in a daze, there was not a single sofa or stool in the room, and there were only a very rudimentary wooden bed and the table on all sides.

And this bed is still very narrow, less than a meter wide, at most barely a person can lie down, and it is very likely to roll directly under the bed if you flip it slightly.

The old ghost had no choice but to push the bell to the innermost. Thinking that as long as I don't do anything, sleeping together will not get in the way, and I will wake up early the next day, and maybe the bell will not know anything.

Thinking about it, he also lay down on the bed, and the two of them squeezed together, and fell asleep like this.

I had just slept for about ten minutes, when there was a sudden knock on the door of the room, and I kept knocking for a few minutes, knocking so hard that I felt like I was about to knock on the door.

The old ghost almost woke up from his dream, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, ran to the door of the room, pulled the deadbolt, and stretched out his neck to look out.

But the corridor was quiet, there was no one at all, only a tingling of the scalp.

The old ghost almost closed the door, walked to the bed again, and just lay down. The knock on the door rang out again. The old ghost quickly ran out again to see what was going on, and when he opened the door, there was still no one outside.

The old ghost walked out, came to the corridor, looked left and right, and asked loudly, "That little cub?" Don't mess around here, the old man still has to go to sleep. ”

After scolding, the old ghost went into the room again, and just as he walked back, the door rang again.

This time the old ghost was angry, picked up a chain of hammers directly from under the bed, rushed to the door, smashed open the door in front of him with a hammer, and when he was about to rush out, it was even quieter outside than before.

There was a window in the hallway that was blown wildly by the wind, and the old ghost went up and pulled the window hard to keep it airtight.

Then he walked back to his room, thinking that the door was broken anyway, and he couldn't hear how he knocked on it. Now I walked to the bed with confidence, and when I opened the quilt again, a terrible scene suddenly happened at this moment.

The bed was drenched, and the quilt was stained red with blood. Lying on the head of the bed is no longer a bell, but the paper doll from before, still wearing the school uniform, lying flat on it without moving.

There was also a book on the pillow, it was a villain book, and I hadn't seen it before.

The old ghost took the book in his hand and flipped through a few pages, and it was full of patterns, and he couldn't read it at all. So he put the book on the candle and burned it to ashes, and in a fit of rage, he tore the paper doll in half, took it out, and threw it out of the hallway window.

After walking into the room, he slowly moved back to the bed, lay down and fell asleep. I slept straight into the next morning.

I don't know who it was on the pillow, but I put an alarm clock on it in advance, and when the pointer pointed to seven o'clock, I muttered.

After the old ghost got up, he found that he was the only one in the room, and the alarm clock next to the pillow was smashed on the ground in his hand, and after smashing it, he jumped out of bed and picked up the chain hammer.

This chain hammer feels very light in your hand, as light as foam, and you can blow it up completely.

At this moment, the door of the room walked into a schoolgirl, the same one from last night. When she walked in, she was still holding a porcelain bowl filled with soup.

The old ghost looked back at the same time and said in surprise: "Why are you?" ”

Without saying a word, the schoolgirl walked over to the table and put the soup on the table. Then he turned around and walked away.

The old ghost was very surprised, and quickly ran to the table, looked at the bowl of soup on the table, and found that it was a bowl of bone broth. He turned around and looked at the girl's back, and said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, did we meet last night?" ”

The schoolgirl turned around, and the speckled blood stains on her face also disappeared, turning into a cute baby face. But there was no expression on his face, and he shook his hand coldly and replied: "I haven't seen it, that bowl of bone broth was given to you, why don't you drink it?" ”

"Where's your grandmother?" The old ghost asked.

The schoolgirl gave him a strange look and said, "What grandma?" I don't have a grandmother, so I'm alone. ”

The old ghost continued to ask: "Impossible, I obviously saw an old woman last night, and a girl is also my friend, what about her?" ”

"How would I know?" The schoolgirl replied casually.

"And how did you know I was here? Say it quickly, or I'll kill you with a hammer!" The old ghost said, shaking the hammer in his hand.

"What a psychopath!" As soon as the schoolgirl's voice fell, she rushed out of the door and did not look back.

The old ghost was almost a little unconvinced, and walked out with him, and when he came to the hallway, although the light was already shining through the glass windows. But it was still very dark, and as soon as he caught up, he pressed the female student's shoulder, "Don't let me go, I have something to ask you?" ”

The schoolgirl pushed his hand away and scolded angrily: "What a psychopath, go away!" As he spoke, he walked into the bathroom inside.

"Hey, you wait for me, you just need to tell me, where is that girl, there is a girl, all the bells are hung on her body, you should have seen her, she is not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old."

The schoolgirl didn't pay attention to him at all, and pulled the bathroom door hard, and the person disappeared.

The old ghost immediately ran to the window, opened the window and looked down, and found himself on a very high floor. And when he came yesterday, he didn't climb the stairs, and when he walked in from the kitchen, it was a corridor, and in the middle was the room.

The old ghost turned around again, rushed over and kicked open the bathroom door, and when he came to the bathroom, he could no longer see the schoolgirl, the barricade of every toilet was open, and every white pit with could be seen clearly. Dirty, a few broomstick mops, empty inside.

The old ghost rushed out of the bathroom and was about to rush out of the hallway, when a miserable cry hit his ears.

When I looked back, it was Warehouse 003. Curious, the old ghost almost threw the fluttering iron hammer in his hand, and his body slammed into the iron door, breaking in.

Rushing through the iron gate, his foot accidentally tripped on the threshold and fell. There was a thick layer of dust all over the ground, and it was sloppy all over my face. The old ghost patted the ash on his nose, and stood up with the black coffin next to him.

Coffin? The old ghost didn't pay much attention to the coffin when he first started to hold on to it, and when he thought that it was a warehouse and a coffin at the door, he was instantly scared stupid.

The old ghost shook his body, which couldn't stand steadily, and leaned back against the stone wall. Looking at the entire warehouse, there were rectangular solid wood chests everywhere, each with a Little Red Riding Hood on top of it, and the black coffin in the middle.

The cry before seemed to come out of the coffin. At a glance, the coffin was covered with a school uniform, which was stained with bright red blood, and the strange smell of blood almost covered the warehouse, choking in the nose, and it was particularly difficult to breathe.

Unfortunately, there is also a walking stick on the side of the coffin, which is more terrifying the more you look at it. Because this crutch was in the hand of the old woman before.

At this moment, from time to time there will be a cry of vicissitudes in the coffin, but after a while, there will be a sad cry, and before long, it will become the howl of a little baby. In this coffin, which is not too big or small, it is as if there are three corpses lying down.

The old ghost was not frightened by this, because he was a Hades official who specialized in seducing souls before, and he had seen countless lonely souls and wild ghosts, even if he saw a thousand-year-old corpse, he was not afraid.

He slowly took out a red rope from his waist, this rope is called a lifeline, which is specially to take away those living people who have reached the end of their lives. Then he took out a chain of soul hooks from the bag, both of which were indispensable if he wanted to take the lives of the living.

The old ghost walked to the coffin, stood on the side, stretched out his hands, and pushed the coffin lid open, until the coffin lid was completely lifted, and when he looked inside, he realized that there was no one in the coffin, and it was empty.

There was no one in this coffin, which the old ghost had never expected. But then again, the ghost cha has a special ability, that is, he can see some things that ordinary people can't see, even if it's something that the ghost can't see, he can still see.

There is a kind of yin and yang eyes, and the yin and yang eyes can see ordinary ghosts, and even evil ghosts and powerful ghosts. But there is another one, called the ghost eyes, these eyes are only possessed by ghosts.

The Shadow Eye can see some hidden corpses, or some ghosts. Ghosts are the unclean things that remain when the ghosts disappear, and they are usually divided into seven spirits.

The Seven Spirits can only be clearly observed by the Yin Soul Eye, and even the Yin and Yang Eyes can only see ghosts.

In order to be able to immediately detect the movements of the surrounding lonely ghosts, the ghosts will open the eyes of the ghosts to go to anything around the coffin, and once they find that there are ghosts left in the yang world, they will immediately take them away.

These eyes are not innate, but they are given by the impermanence messengers in the underworld, and once they are exhausted, this ability will be taken back by the impermanence messengers.

And the old ghost cha happens to have such a pair of eyes, when he feels that he is in a desperate situation, or when he perceives danger, he will immediately open the yin and yang eyes to find the hidden ghosts.

At this point, the old ghost took the liferope from his arm and circled it three or five times from side to side, concentrating all the blood in his palm until it turned completely red.

(To be continued)