That's not what I wanted, absolutely not.

It is estimated that no one who has experienced the situation just now will not feel that the old man in front of him is a living person, and I did scratch off a layer of skin just now, and even brought a little flesh down, but the result was that this old man was almost disfigured by me. Now he's bloodied all over his face, and he's rolling on the floor in pain, and I guess the next thing he's going to do is call the police and arrest me.

I hurried over to help the old man stop the bleeding, but the old man angrily pushed me.

Dodge, dodge, stay away! What else do you want to do?! The old man asked me with a glare, and then grinned in pain.

Okay, I'll admit it, it's my fault for hurting you, but you guys have a man-eating haunted house in the woods, and you can't say that, right? I asked rhetorically.

The old man looked at me with his mouth shut, but he gasped for a long time but didn't fight back, obviously he was at a loss, and the old man's silence also revealed another important information: this house does eat people!

It's all come to this, and I won't hide my identity. I am an onmyoji, and yesterday someone went to me and asked me to come to you to check on it, and my employer suspected that his friend had been killed by you. I said to the old man.

It's that college student, right? The head is like a big mushroom. The old man said with the corners of his mouth pursed down.

Yes, that's him. I wonder where his classmates have gone. I say.

I don't know, if he really sneaked into that room, it might be that the old man didn't continue, but everyone could understand what he was trying to say.

You know that this house eats people, why do you hire so many people? I asked.

I have no choice, I have to take care of these children, they are all my responsibility, you can see this house, it is alive, it hey! The old butler sighed heavily, obviously with something unspeakable.

Sue me what's going on! I said to the old man in a commanding tone.

The old man frowned with a sad face, and the wound on his face that I scratched was still bleeding, he gently wiped his face with his sleeve, then slowly stood up and squinted his eyes to look at me, and asked suspiciously: Are you really an onmyoji?

I can't be wrong, I've been learning this since I was a child, and I've been an apprentice for 6 years. I say.

Then tell me why the old man in the family came back after he died, and the old man seemed to be searching for the right words in his head, but there was never a sentence that could perfectly express the meaning he wanted to express.

You want to say that Ahn Hsien Teng has become this house? The red door that he couldn't get in was actually his mouth for eating? I asked guessingly.

The old butler nodded and said, "If someone had said such things to me two years ago, I would have regarded him as a madman, but after these two years, I think I am already a madman." That's the way it is, the old man has become this house, he has to eat every day, he eats everything in the house. I've also asked those so-called masters, but the result

What happened to the result?

The old man smiled bitterly, but they were all eaten, and none of them could leave.

Haven't you ever thought about a fire burning down the house? I continued to ask.

Burn? How can it be! The old butler shook his head and sighed again, hey, let's go, I'll take you to see, if you are really an onmyoji, then you can see how to solve the current situation. So saying, the old man turned and went into the house, and I followed him into the mansion again.

I thought that what had just happened and the inside of the house would become unrecognizable, but it turned out to be completely different from what I thought, the house was intact, not even a single candle on the wall was extinguished, but the stench still filled the whole house, and it lingered.

The old man led me straight to the inner courtyard, and then to the single building.

Dongchen is an onmyoji, I need to take him into the house. The old man whispered something at the door.

There was an immediate clanging sound inside the building, as if his words had caused panic among the people inside. After a while, the thin man from before pushed the door and walked out, he must be Anton Chen. He looked at me, then at the old butler, and then asked, "Are you sure?" Let him in?

The butler nodded.

Antonchen slumped his shoulders helplessly, then flashed to the door and made a gesture at me to invite in.

As soon as I entered the hall on the first floor, my eyes couldn't help but widen to the limit, because the qiē in front of me was really beyond my imagination.

The walls of the room were densely packed with dozens of large pink pupae, each with a human head sticking out of the top, all of them with their eyes closed.

Two women in coveralls stood in front of the pupae, and next to them was what appeared to be a pesticide sprayer with a plastic catheter attached to it, and it seemed that the two women were tending to the people in the pupae, feeding them liquid food with the catheter.

I didn't know how long I had been at the door, until Antonchen touched my arm, and I suddenly came back to my senses.

Are all these people still alive? I asked.

Alive, all alive. Andongchen replied.

I struggled to move my legs to one of the chrysalis and reached out to probe the man's snort. Indeed, the man was still breathing, but it was very weak.

Who are these people? I turned around and asked Antonchen.

This is my eldest brother, that's my brother, that's my younger sister, this is my nephew, this is this is a nanny in my family. An Dongchen pointed out to me a few meat chrysalis near the door, and introduced them one by one, and then these friends who attended the funeral. Upstairs there were some intruders by mistake, as well as disobedient workers.

Is this person there too? I took out my phone and pulled out a photo of the missing buddy of Populus.

Antonchen took my phone and looked at it, and then showed it to one of the women in the jumpsuit. The woman then nodded at me and gestured upstairs.

I didn't ask any of them for permission and went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

On the stairs and in the corridors, wherever there is a wall, I can see flesh-red chrysalis, and each chrysalis has a person sealed inside. And as the floor went up, the people in the chrysalis were no longer as thin as the door on the first floor, and some even raised their heads because of the sound of me walking.

In a corner on the second floor, I found the missing classmate of Populus euphratica, who was in much better condition than the rest of the pupae. Of course, this kind of good is only relative, in fact, his cheeks are also sunken inward, his face is blue, and his hair is also falling out very tightly.

I walked up to him, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at me.

I know Populus euphratica, you are his classmate, right? I said to him, "It's not loud."

He opened and closed his mouth slowly, but he couldn't make a sound.

I stretched out my hand and tried to pull the chrysalis, but the whole room trembled, I quickly let go of my hand, and the house was quiet, now I also know why Anton Chen didn't forcibly release these people, as long as they are in this house, no one wants to fight against the old man!

Suddenly, a figure beside me flickered, I quickly turned around, and the woman in the pink and white cheongsam appeared again! She smiled at me with a candle, then waved twice and motioned for me to follow her.

Who are you? I asked.

The woman didn't answer, just shook her head at me, and beckoned me again to follow her.

I don't know what kind of medicine this woman is selling in her gourd, but my feet follow her like uncontrollable.

She went downstairs and walked past Antonchen and the white-haired butler, but the two men didn't seem to see her at all, and their eyes were all staring at me.

Didn't you see her? I pointed to the cheongsam woman and asked in surprise.

She? An Dongchen looked dazed.

The white-haired old butler looked at me just as strangely.

A sudden chill ran down my spine, and memories that were so long ago that I almost forgot them came back to the back of my mind. When I was seven years old, I met the night walkers, and before I was rescued by the White Tiger ghosts, I remember that the ghosts were becoming more and more like people, like uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters in the neighborhood, just like people around me.

Afterwards, I once told my grandfather about this, and my grandfather told me that there is a yin and yang realm in the world, and ghosts are one in the yang realm, and another in the yin realm, and that it is not that the ghosts are changing, but that the living people who have crossed the yin and yang realms have changed.

These things that my father said are awkward and difficult to understand, so I didn't pay much attention to it, and I rarely came into contact with the yin and yang world, and after a long time, I almost forgot about it. And now, this memory that I almost forgot suddenly appeared, and the reason was naturally because of the cheongsam woman.

The white-haired old housekeeper is a living person, An Dongchen is also a living person, and those two women should also be living people, and the four of them can't see the cheongsam woman, so she should be a ghost. And the reason why I mistakenly see her as a real person is not because she wears human skin, but because I am now in the Yin and Yang Realm that I have crossed.

You don't move in this room yet, and I'll go over for a moment. I said a word to An Dongchen, and then walked out of the small building with the cheongsam girl.

The cheongsam woman led me to the back of the building, there was a cellar entrance near the base of the backyard wall, the cheongsam woman elegantly squatted down and opened the cellar lid, and a step leading to the ground appeared in front of me. There was candlelight at the bottom of the steps, and I could hear voices talking.

She gestured down the steps and smiled at me.

Is hell down there? I asked, standing still.

The cheongsam woman pursed her lips and smiled, she didn't admit it, but she didn't deny it either.

You're hell's PR manager, right? If you continue to use this trick to attract customers, I guess hell will be full. I said a joke, and headed to the cellar I wasn't a daring artist, but my instinct told me that the cellar wasn't dangerous, though many people told me that the more beautiful a woman was, the more dangerous it was.

The steps of the cellar spiral downward, and the further down you go, the warmer and more light you have.

The cheongsam woman didn't speak, but followed me behind me with a candlestick, and I silently counted the steps as I walked. 20, 60, 140, 300 I don't know exactly how many steps are counted as one floor, but I do know for sure that the steps I came down were almost 15 stories high, and I didn't need any explanation, I was already in hell.