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Cao Xiaoyun is more stubborn, but not stupid.

Even if she can't react for a while, as long as she tries to remember, she will definitely be able to know who I am.

And even if I was discovered, heard, or seen by the people of the group, I didn't feel like I had a clue. After all, everyone knows that Cao Xiaoyun once went crazy and said that I was Cao Cao or something like that.

Perhaps, the group will think that I am playing Cao Xiaoyun. Compared with Meng Yichen, "Chi Ren" is more pragmatic and cold-blooded.

I walked up the streamlined wooden staircase towards the second floor, and my excitement was gradually extinguished by the emptiness in front of me

That delicate SD doll never appeared.

I sat down on the couch, a little annoyed. Maybe this method can't make Cao Xiaoyun think of me at all, after all, she was not in a normal brain at that time, and maybe she doesn't remember what she said when she was crazy.

I exhaled and began to slowly tear off the toilet paper on my body, and at the same time, I clearly heard a sound of wood and wood: Boom!

When I turned around, I saw the SD doll sitting on the stairs on the second floor with her legs crossed, half of her face blocked by the railing of the stairs, and she was looking at me with only one eye.

She remembered! I didn't dare smile, but my heart was excited again.

"Let's talk about it while I'm dressed." I said to her. I rushed back to the room to find a set of clothes, at this time, everything was not important to chat with Cao Xiaoyun.

Rushing to the second floor, I took the doll in my arms, as if I was afraid that it would suddenly disappear.

The moment I went upstairs, I felt that the oil painting on the stairs seemed to move. Staring at it, the painting shows a foreign woman. At this time, the face seemed to be elongated, and the oil painting began to ooze blood-red liquid, which instantly dyed the canvas red!

I rubbed my eyes, and when I looked, it was still a foreign woman.

Nothing seems to have changed.

When I went upstairs, the oil painting on the wall shook suddenly, and the woman suddenly disappeared in the oval frame, leaving a black hole, and blood splattered on the frame. Flowing down the dark blue wallpaper towards the ground.

I sat the doll upright on the bed in the room and asked anxiously, "Xiaoyun, what happened?" How did you become like this? ”

There was a clattering sound in the living room, and it creaked at the same time.

"Wait a minute. I'll go out and have a look. I said to it and walked out of the room.

In the hall on the first floor, facing away from me, stood a woman in red pajamas, her body twisting to an incredible angle, her outstretched leg as if it had been bent and broken.

The creaking sound I heard was coming from her, but her strange twisting posture was breaking bones every time!

It's like a dance. She twitched like a twist with her back to me, jumping faster and faster, and the creepy creaks clicked even more.

If ordinary people twist like this, they are afraid that if they twist three times, they will die of anger. This is not personal.

I watched as she writhed, her spell clenched in her hand, and I wondered if I should slap her in the back before it could attack me, and at last she fell to the ground with a grunt, and all the pitiful lamps on the first floor went out with her stop action.

I turned around and prepared to take Cao Xiaoyun with me, and took two steps to the door, and the delicate doll was gone. I was speechless, and even began to wonder if the doll I saw was still Cao Xiaoyun.

Now, it was just me standing, and the woman lying on the ground out of nowhere, and outside the pavilion, the drizzle was drifting like nothing.

If Cao Xiaoyun really attaches herself to this doll, at least she will leave me a hint. Why do you always run around without saying a word? Although her temper has become eccentric and stubborn because she is separated from Qin Yi, she is definitely the kind of woman with principles, and she doesn't bother to make small moves to deliberately scare me

Okay, the ghost tosses me, and you come and play with it.

Why can't you just help me?

Now, her escape can only prove one thing, my situation is already quite dangerous, then, who is this woman in red pajamas? I slowly walked downstairs, and as I got closer, the "thing's" face became clearer and clearer.

She lay on her back, her body limp, as if she had no bones.

The frightened round eyes and mouth on his face seemed to see the most terrible things.

This woman's appearance is somewhat familiar, but for a moment, I can't remember.

I slapped another immobilization spell over to make sure she couldn't flare up suddenly. Come and check on her. Except for the symbol like a "0" in the middle of her forehead, there was not a single scar on the white and stiff skin, I pressed it gently, her bones seemed to be shattered, and the whole arm could only touch a few larger pieces, and there was a layer of viscous body fluids all over her body, I don't know where it was dipped from.

She twisted all the bones right in front of me, and screwed all the bones of her body in an almost ritualistic dance.

The "0" on the forehead is like digging a hole.

It's the same as Jiro Zhenjun in Kaneguchi.

I looked around, and the oil painting on the stairs had somehow been soaked with red liquid and had broken a big hole.

She came out of the painting.

I had to find out what had happened in this mansion and decided to go into the cave.

There was obviously a door behind the painting, and I threw a charm into it. Determined that there was nothing else, I jumped into the hole. The wooden door was hidden, and I didn't know what was going on inside.

I gripped the doorknob and felt the wetness of the doorknob, and I knew it was blood.

The moment I opened it, it was too different from what I imagined, I felt that this should be a relatively closed house, it should be very dim inside, and there may not even be lights, but there was light in front of me.

The walls were scrawled in blood in all sorts of strange poses, which looked similar to the woman's twisted posture.

After a closer look, there was only one table in this single room of more than 30 square meters, on which a mask was placed, and next to the left side of the table, there was an extremely sleek wooden stick, which was engraved with incantation symbols.

Shaman! This was my first exposure to the concept of God Jumping.

I remember the first time I knew this word was from the TV Huanzhu Gege.

The word "shaman" can also be transliterated as "Shanman", "Yama", etc. The word is derived from the original Tungusic words that contain: wise, knowing, inquiry, etc., and gradually evolved into a special term for shamanic shamans, that is, people who dance gods, and is also understood to be the agent and incarnation of the shamanic gods in these clans. Beliefs are mainly animistic, almost all of which are polytheistic worship, especially the combination of ancestor worship and nature worship as the most obvious feature, and sometimes the gods of other religions are also absorbed.

It is clear that the realm here is a place for the personnel of the gods who are different from the Warlocks. Shaman is also a kind of ancient witchcraft, between the medium and the warlock, in the pattern of the warlock, this profession is very awkward, because it is not high or low, more like a warlock who has not learned the art to the home

Tong!

There was a clatter of wooden planks, and a black thing emerged from the right side of the room! Its head spun at me, its eyelids blinking from left to right and in the middle, and it sprang out of the room, disappearing to the sound of the soo!

I was stunned and at a loss, and I didn't know how many beats slower the Dao spell in my hand waited until it hit the door frame. Thinking back to its silhouette, it was probably a baby. Maybe the black part of the body is the clothes?

Maybe it's the scales. Thinking of this, he shrunk his neck sharply. Looking at the exit of the black hole in the painting, I swallowed.

I've never seen a ghost child on this road.

I've been worried that I'll meet one day, and hopefully it will come later, but I still do.

At this time, classical music suddenly sounded in the western-style pavilion, and the piano sound of the music was very soothing, but in an instant, a tone shift began to be noisy and harsh. The music was a mess, as if it had toppled the keys and struck them with a hammer.

I was so noisy that I couldn't stop having a headache, and this huge music echoed in the Western-style pavilion.

It's enough to 'kill'.

Whatever happened in this room, I can't figure it out right now, so I can only get out of the room and see what the music is all about.

The moment I stepped out of the cave, the loud music suddenly stopped and stopped!

The corpse of the woman in red on the ground is no longer there, which really makes me really confused. The Western-style pavilion is so big that it is impossible to rummage through the Western-style pavilion at the same time, and if these things can be moved, they may be in a corner at any time.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling to be attacked at any time.

In fact, this is also a method often used by ghosts, so that people's fire is extinguished, it is necessary to constantly make people feel fear, only under the emotion of fear, can the soul be difficult to attach, and the yang energy gradually separates.

In order to make people feel frightened, the ghosts are also happy to do it, so that it can relieve some of the pressure when they make their own moves.

A vague song came to my ears, and it sounded like a woman whispering.

There are all kinds of tricks, but they just want to mess with my mind. I straightened my eyes and sounded and got out of the hole.

Maybe the reference room on the second floor will allow me to find some clues. In this Western-style house, there should be a record of all the people who came.

The room was gorgeously furnished, and a woman in red pajamas was in the room, standing in the middle of the room. It's the one I just saw a strange dance.

There was a flash of electricity in front of my eyes, and I couldn't tell if what I was seeing was reality or hallucination!

I frowned, she... Isn't it dead? Her bones are shattered, and she can still stand?

Her face is really familiar. Where have you seen it?

She swayed her body, and the soft couch collapsed like a noodle cooked in a pot, which made people look awkward. I slapped it with a curse! Even if you were an acquaintance I knew, you are no longer human.

It's better to lie down or burn it.

But the spell passed through her body and slapped against the wall

"Twelve years of view!" I opened my eyes. The woman in front of me suddenly flashed back and disappeared, and it was clear that I was hallucinating when I saw this scene. It's a reflection of what this house used to be.

I haven't been in hallucinations for too long, and I'm no longer looking for answers in hallucinations, I'm often killing and looking for answers. Maybe it's not the right way, but I still have to be patient enough to read the content of the hallucination. Maybe you'll be able to figure out the ins and outs of things sooner.

After my interruption, the hallucinations are gone, and it is impossible to do it again.

This room must be carefully examined, since the hallucinations are here, it proves that it is important.

I rummaged through all the drawers, but there was nothing left, except for the bed in front of me. As soon as I lifted the quilt, I covered my nose with a foul stench, and the very center of the bed was soaked in blood and had completely dried up.

And there's nothing surprising about that. If the woman had died in the room long ago. It is quite possible that this is the first scene.

Under the bed was a pile of stones. Stones of various sizes are carved with charms, and a thin drum is encircled in the middle.

In folklore, the stone is also a borrowed body for the shaman's soul, and the shaman uses the vitality of the stone to nourish the soul and enhance the soul power. Shaman costumes are also decorated with sacred stones, either to nourish the shaman's soul power, or to represent the gods, or to protect themselves with sacred stones.

It seems that I am not mistaken, this is the way the shaman jumps the gods. It is very likely that this woman has undergone another ritual. Different from the rituals other than the sun, moon and my grandmother.

The Wang Group has really worked hard and dares to use anything, but a consortium from the history of the Three Kingdoms, what rituals do they dare not use?

I reached out and took out the thin round drum, which was different from the drums of the Dian people I had seen, and the pattern on it was not a totem of some animal, but a vicious face.

It has a cow-like nose and horns, slender and oval eyes, and the left and right sides of the face and chin are blue and yellow to outline the totem of the sun, moon and river, and the most bizarre thing is the big mouth, which is obviously a human mouth, but sticks out two symmetrical and outward turned fangs.

It's a bit similar to the Tubo I once went to Heizhugou to get the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword.

Could it be that shamans are really a branch of the sorcerer's lineage?

In fact, warlocks and shamans really have a lot in common, and the psychic rituals and the divine medium are also extremely similar.

It is through dancing, drumming, and singing that the spirit world invites or seduces the gods, so that the gods attach themselves to the bodies of the gods in the so-called 'possession' way, and complete the communication with mortals through the body.

Or with the shaman as the main body, the soul is also 'out of the shell' through dancing, drumming, and singing, so as to ascend to heaven and earth in the spiritual world, so that the soul can leave the real world and interact with the gods.

The bed slab creaked, and I looked towards the board as I held the drum. The woman in the red pajamas was lying on the bed, and a swarm of disgusting white maggots began to crawl onto her body and squirm.

I knew that the second hallucination was coming again, and that it must not be a real reaction.

It's just that the process of decomposing the corpse is clear. The maggots covered her body, and soon the carrion was eaten, and then she hurried away, and the situation was simply turbulent. Completely rotten, she had become food for bacteria, and she didn't look like a human being, but something else that I had never seen and couldn't describe

Honestly, I feel sick. I don't want to see people decay, not to mention that she makes me feel familiar. But I had to see it, and I just wanted to know how she died.

Perhaps this idea of vowing to know the outcome may have come from the drug that Wang Jingwei once injected me, and it grew in my body, always hinting that I had to do it.

She was rotten and so dry that even the insects wouldn't come near her. Her body contracted and became small.

Mud has appeared on the feet. It seemed to tell me that she had been buried in the ground. What I saw was her buried in the ground.

I missed the most crucial thing, what kind of cause of her death standing in this house, I didn't see.

She kept reflecting on how she died, twisting her bones in the living room, then returning to the room and swinging, and finally dying.

If the hallucination continues, I should make a mudra.

The rest should be the process of her outburst.

With that in mind, I put down the drum. Clenched her hands, waiting for her to pounce. Whether I can kill the ghosts in the hallucination, I don't know yet, and every time I experience hallucinations before, there is no way to fight back.

But that's all I can do now.

Syllable! Her shriveled corpse's abdomen suddenly exploded. A black mass sprang out. At this time, she sat up from the bed suddenly!

There was a black, terrible pressure on my body that made my chest tight. I watched her head down and hug what came out of her belly, and immediately slapped a spell!

Sure enough, the mantra slapped on the bed, and the hallucinations in front of me continued, and I could only watch.

A blue figure floated to the bed, and the woman slowly raised her head to look.

A blinding light shot into my eyes, accompanied by a sizzling noise.

When I looked down, the woman was now a mountain of flesh and blood. The blue figure is a man. He stood in front of a push of flesh that could not be called a human corpse, with his back to me.

This is a robe, a blue robe.

I couldn't see the man's face, but I could see him holding an electric saw in his hand and making a loud noise. It turned out that the sizzling sound was made by this electric saw. The man stood up straight, showing no emotion, except several times he stabbed the saw into the pile of meat to make the pieces smaller and smaller. At that moment, something red splattered and landed all over the room.

The entire room turned blood red.

Inadvertently, the sound of the electric saw had disappeared from the room, and only the sound of blood flowed between me and the man.

The man slowly turned his head.

Call. All the hallucinations disappeared in front of me, and I didn't see the man's face.

There was a deathly silence all around.

No more. I have to go to the reference room. Maybe that's where the mystery of everything is solved.

Otherwise, I would have been tormented by these inexplicable hallucinations

。 Why is this woman familiar? And who is that man in a Taoist robe?

The woman was dismembered by a Taoist priest. Chances are, someone performed a strange ritual on her, and her hallucinations told me that she had given birth to something strange, perhaps, the black baby I had just seen.

It may be something summoned by the ritual, so the Taoist priest came to "correct the mistake". It's just this way, it's cruel.

The past five or six years have been truly frightening.

Maybe it's because I ate people when I was a kid that I have such strong nerves. Again and again, hallucinations, like my superpowers, made me peel back as events unfolded.

There are so many things in the world that can't be explained, but in the end, there will always be clues left for people to explore.

I need to know what these hallucinations are.

The data room was in the first room on the east side of the second floor, and there was a faint dampness in it. Here I was delighted to find that all the surveillance cameras of the Western-style pavilion are all here.

I look at the console, it's the kind of fool, it's easier to operate.

Next to the workbench, there is a book of work notes.

I tried to choose a time when I entered the room and started watching the footage. From here, you can see all the situations. Flip through your work notes and see what exactly is written.

March 18th. Today, we found out Wang Yuling's strange behavior, in the room she suddenly turned her body, I remember that in the last second, her body was facing away from me, but the next second, she had already turned around. It's not human speed, or there's a possibility that she has the ability to stop time. And her position has been compared in detail, and there seems to be a case of teleportation, which only a ghost can do.

April 20th. Cao Xiaoyun ran around the room.

April 21. Has Wang Yuling had any contact with Cao Xiaoyun? It seems impossible, but it seems to me that it is not. They seem to be able to make eye contact. A person, a puppet, they look at each other almost every day during meals. Even though their meals were avoided by us. They also chose different locations, but if the screens of the two people were cut to the same screen, their strange behavior could be explained. I could even see that they were serving each other's food.

April 22nd. Jing Shulan gave birth to a baby. We are sure that Wang Yuling does not know about this situation. She didn't know about the partition because we were playing loud music in the bungaku. Wang Yuling was disgusted by this. But Cao Xiaoyun saw it. Because she's always running around. But that's okay, she's just a puppet.

April 23rd. Everything works fine.

May 20th. Judging from the news from outside, we have found the children of the four girls of the ceremony. It's a pity that Li Qingwen and Zhang Xiaoyin died too early. There are no offspring. Bringing Wang Yuling to Huangquan is the meaning of extradition of adults. She's worthless.

November 18th. Director Chi came to the Western-style pavilion.

I put down my work notes, this Western-style museum is a place where important research objects of the group are held. When all the goals were not studied or abandoned, the group moved people here.

Jing Shulan is also doomed. The 6 girls who participated in the Xiahouyan ceremony were all treated inhumanely. And now, Wang Yuling's life has also reached the end and she was sent to Huangquan.

The organization seems to be clearer, and all the experiences can be made into one line!

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