Answered the phone, inside was a crude man's voice: "Hello? Lao Liu, where did you die? ”

As soon as I heard the voice, I immediately knew who it was, he was a mutual friend of me and Li Damin, and we were both classmates in college. This kid prides himself on being the second eldest and the eldest in their bedroom, so we all call him the eldest second. The eldest child and Li Damin are three generations of friends of their ancestors and grandchildren. My grandfather was a soldier together, my father went to the countryside together, and the family business cooperated with each other, and the relationship was much better than that between me and Li Damin.

The eldest second child has now inherited his father's company and has become a young owner, wearing suits and leather shoes every day, with shiny hair, and going to and from various business and social occasions, he is really a man of the hour.

I haven't had much contact with him since college, and I'm not a person all the way, so we can't talk together. Even if he's a billionaire, I don't pee on him.

I was so scared by the phone call that I was about to have a heart attack, and I said angrily, "What are you looking for me in the middle of the night?" ”

"Do you know where Li Damin died?" He asked.

This kid's mouth is not ordinary, and opening and closing his mouth is all "death". I said viciously: "I don't know what to do." ”

"Come less, can you not know the way? The two of you are all together. Alright, no one cares about your. It's such a thing, isn't Li Damin unreachable now, their family is in a hurry, just such a precious son. His mother found me and asked me if I knew the whereabouts of Lu Dao, I was afraid that the old man would get angry, so I casually said that Li Damin had gone to retreat and cultivate. Let's unify our voice, if his family finds you, you will say the same. ”

If the four words of retreat and cultivation were placed on other people, they might feel ridiculous, but for Li Damin, it was not the first time.

He usually loves miscellaneous metaphysics, and when he was in college, he spent a lot of money to buy some gossip, Heluotu, information on catching ghosts and immortals, and antiquities that he didn't know whether they were true or false. I have seen it before, he has a set of "Hug Puzi Inner Chapter" in his hand, which is completely like an ancient book, the pages are yellowed, the threads are woven, and there is a flowing brush in it, all of which are written vertically up and down in traditional Chinese. I flipped through it and couldn't understand it, but I heard him say that it was written by an old immortal named Ge Hong, and it was all about Taoism becoming an immortal. Of course, this is not the original work, but a copy of the Republic of China, and it cost him thousands of dollars for this cottage thing, which is said to have been collected in the countryside of Henan during the holiday.

Not only did he see, but he did it. When he just graduated from college, he disappeared for half a year, scratching the wall to his family, thinking that he was dead or trapped in a pyramid scheme and couldn't get out. Half a year later, he returned home in despair, his appearance was miserable, and the people who asked for food were cleaner than him. He himself said that he went to a Taoist temple in Sichuan for the past six months to retreat, saying that he wanted to "comprehend the Dao".

I think he was born in the wrong era, if he was born in the Qin and Han dynasties, maybe he can really cultivate.

I retracted my thoughts, had a few more stinky words with the eldest child, and hung up the phone. Being disturbed by him like this, my fear was alleviated a lot, wiping the sweat from my head, secretly cheering up, and scaring myself purely by fucking myself.

I stepped up my pace, pedaling a few steps up the stairs to the very top.

Out of the stairs, there is a hole here, about more than 100 square meters of space. I shine a flashlight on it, and there is a pile of clutter in the corner, which seems to be a small warehouse. The flashlight swept around and saw two iron doors on the opposite wall.

The iron gate must have been a long time old, rusty, and the red paint on the surface has peeled off in many places. In the middle of the iron door were several loops of iron chains, and a large lock hung from it. The most bizarre thing is that there seems to be something written on the iron door in black ink.

I walked over slowly, carefully illuminated it with a flashlight, and saw that it was written horizontally: "The rooftop is dangerous, it is strictly forbidden to open the door at your own risk!" "The strokes twisted and twisted like a child's writing, and the ink used too much ink and the ink ran down the strokes, which looked particularly terrifying.

I walked over to the iron door and gently pushed it with my hand. Listening to a few sharp rubbing sounds, the iron door barely pushed open a gap. I wanted to keep pushing, but my hand was firmly bound by an iron chain, and I couldn't push anymore. I grabbed the handle, squinted, and peered through the gap.

The cold wind gusted in and kept blowing in, making me shiver. It was pitch black inside, and I couldn't see my fingers, and I couldn't see anything.

There was a dead silence around me, and I didn't dare to look at it again after watching it for a while, and slowly closed the open iron door. Take a long breath of relief and comfort yourself, it's nothing, go back to sleep.

Before leaving, I swept around with a flashlight, and I didn't see anything unusual, so I was about to go downstairs. At this moment, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

I don't think there's a ceiling here.

Of course it can't be, it's so cold outside, it's windy, and it's so warm here, it's definitely not going to be open.

Thinking of this, I slowly raised my head and shone it with the bright light of a flashlight. It's okay not to look at it, but I'm a little creepy when I look at it.

The design of this building is indeed very strange, not that there is no canopy here, but that the canopy is extremely high, at least six or seven meters above the ground.

In an ordinary building, the first floor is about three meters long, but the ceiling here is two stories high. Not only is it tall, but the shape is also a bit strange, the edge of the highest part of the canopy is in the shape of a trapezoidal progression, as if the top floor of the open air was first built, and then a slightly larger ceiling was built to cover the whole outside.

The overall shape of the ceiling is long and long, and I think of something, I think of the coffin and the coffin.

The coffin does not need to be explained, it is a utensil for the burial of the dead, and the coffin may not be known to many people, it is the outer coffin outside the coffin, which is equivalent to another large coffin set on the outside of the coffin. In ancient times, the coffin was to show the status of the coffin, not just the ordinary people who wanted to use it.

I'm just an ordinary little white-collar worker, I don't know feng shui or anything at all, and the only source of knowledge is those half-baked tomb robbery novels on the Internet.

I don't understand, but subconsciously I feel that there must be something wrong with this building. The design of many details is contrary to common sense, as the saying goes, if something is abnormal, it is a demon. It's so weird and gloomy here, could it have something to do with Ma Danlong?

The more I pondered, the more unfathomable I felt, completely beyond my cognition and imagination. I looked at my watch, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and before I knew it, it was so late, so I might as well go back to sleep.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly saw what seemed to be something in the corner. There are so many miscellaneous items, and the reason why that thing caught my eye was because it seemed like a person.

I shone it with a flashlight, and it turned out to be a doll.

I walked over and picked it up, this doll looked terrifying, the top and bottom of the body was wrapped in white tape, it looked like a mummy, and there were a lot of pins densely inserted on the body.

I let go of my hand and the doll fell to the ground. Cold sweat is soaked on his forehead, and he often watches horror movies, this bit of common sense is still there, this doll looks so weird, isn't it a voodoo villain?

This kind of voodoo villain has basically been used by any cult and ghost worship, the crown prince in the palace of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in China, the ten evil arts of the South Seas in Thailand, the voodoo cult in Haiti, and even the primitive tribes in Africa. To put it simply, this weird rag doll can mirror other people's souls, and the caster can dispose of them at will from thousands of miles away.

All in all, there is a sinister evil in this thing.

Under the flashlight, the voodoo villain lay face down on the ground, his body arched high by the needle, and in a moment's illusion, as if he was alive.

This thing makes people's hearts flustered, and they can't say what it tastes like. I fiddled with my feet, and the little man flipped over, facing on his back. What is it? Suddenly, I noticed that there seemed to be something written on it.

I squatted down to take a closer look, and on the villain's face, with a red unknown dye, two words were written vertically: Guan Feng.

It looks like it's supposed to be a male name. Who did this? To curse a person with such a vicious method. Guan Feng, I muttered silently, your brother should ask for more blessings.

The more I look at this thing, the more awkward it becomes, the person who does this thing lacks great virtue. I kicked the little man away, and it spun and fell into a dark corner and disappeared.

Coming down from the upper floor, sweaty and tired, it looks like I have just come out of the sauna. I dragged to the door, unlocked it, and walked in. It was dark in the room, and I didn't bother to turn on the light, so I sat on the broken sofa and kept rubbing my face.

My mind was full of the bandaged doll, and the more I thought about it, the more disgusting I became, and my stomach was churning. I couldn't control it, so I rushed to the toilet and threw up.

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