Soon, the time came to the last day of the fifteen-day limit.

The sun rose and set at the same time, and at night I sat in a rocking chair, my eyes glued to the clock on the wall.

As long as I spend 12 o'clock tonight, the death contract that I will never leave on me will be invalid!

Tick tock...

Minutes and seconds passed.

The countdown is coming soon!

Ten minutes, five minutes, one minute...

It's only the last minute!

I was so excited that I almost jumped, and the master finally came out of his room, and we witnessed the last minute together.

No one made a sound, and the whole shop was unusually quiet.

Tick.. All I heard was the sound of the hands turning.

Thirty seconds to go.

Nineteen Eighty-Seven... Six, five, four, three....

Just when I thought that I was stable and that I could live a few more years in this little life, there was a bang, and the closed window was blown open for some reason, and the glass slammed into the wooden board.

Immediately, a yin wind mixed with a biting cold air hit me, I trembled violently, shivered, the biting chill climbed up my back, and my hairs instantly stood upside down.

I immediately realized, not good!

Sure enough, at the last second of the countdown, the second hand on the wall clock suddenly stopped, replaced by a rapidly changing charm.

The original vivid cinnabar imprint was quickly replaced by the diffuse smell of decay.

The familiar smell of water is getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly!

The lock on the door of the shop somehow fell off inexplicably.

A crack slowly opened in the door, and a pale and terrifying hand appeared on it.

I turned my head to look at the master in horror, I thought that the evil man would let me go, but I didn't expect him to come anyway.

What to do?

I asked the master for help, and the master frowned, quickly picked up the incense burner on the shrine, pulled out the residual incense, and poured it towards the door.

The incense ash is sprinkled on the ground to form a line of defense, which is the incense ash produced by the perennial worship of the gods, so it has a certain effect of driving away evil spirits and avoiding obscurity, and it is also the last effort of the master.

In an instant, the strangeness in the shop subsided a lot, the windows stopped shaking, and the door did not move, but the smell made me understand that the evil had not given up.

There was a stalemate for about five or six minutes, and just as I was a little relaxed, a footprint suddenly appeared on the incense ash!

Crash!

I stared apprehensively ahead, not finding anything at all, but the table and chair in front of me were knocked to the ground out of thin air.

Immediately after that, a series of footprints and palm prints appeared, spreading all the way to my direction.

Looking at the marks on the ground, I suddenly felt strange, how could this evil thing walk with both hands and feet, and the hands and feet are still so small, could it be a child?

I can't think about it too much, but the thing is getting closer and closer to me, and a chill is coming over my face.

My instinctive reaction was to dodge, and the master was quicker than me.

I saw that his face changed suddenly, and with a twist of his wrist, he quickly pulled out the copper coin sword hidden under the table, blocking in front of me.

Zila!

Soon I saw black smoke coming out of the copper coin sword.

This sword is made of 9981 copper coins and a cinnabar rope that has been dried for 7749 days, which is a rare magic weapon to deal with evil spirits, but it still seems to be useless in the face of absolute evil.

No matter how harsh the master usually was, when it came to the critical moment, he was the only one who spared no effort to stand in front of me, holding the copper coin sword in one hand and protecting me with the other hand and retreating, and finally we came to the front of the dark room.

I also wanted to help out with something, and even figured out how to get them out.

One person does the work alone, after all, this evil is my own fault, and I can't let them harm the master.

But the master held my wrist tightly and did not allow me to move lightly.

At the gate, the wet and swollen female corpse also appeared, and she lowered her face and slowly approached us.

At the same time, the lights flickered, and a cacophony resounded throughout the building.

Ahhhhh

My ears were shaken to the core, and the master was even worse.

He kept chanting incantations to fight against the evil spirits, only to vomit blood from his mouth.

"Master!"

I shouted, and hurriedly held him to the staggering ground.

"It's fine." The master forced his composure, wiped the bright red from the corner of his mouth, turned around and pulled me closer to the dark room behind me.

When the door closes, the whole world seems to fall silent.

Obviously, there was only one door apart, and it was a wooden door, but the strange sound and fishy smell disappeared in an instant.

I felt as if I had come to a realm where evil could not be taught.

But before I could start to be happy, the master said, "It won't last long here." ”

In other words, the things out there will still come in eventually, and I'm going to die.

The heart sank to the bottom again.

I asked with the feeling of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor: "Master, didn't you say before that there is another way?" ”

The master calmed his breath for a moment, looked into my eyes through the dim candle flame and said, "There is indeed another way... And it's sure to save your life. Just ......"

"Just what?" I hurriedly asked.

The master took a breath and stopped hiding.

"The price. Any request has a price, just like the transfer of a murderous house... The same is true. ”

I understand what the master said, what the murderous house is asking for is wealth, power, and family luck, and the price paid is to worship a fierce spirit with an uncertain temperament for generations.

But what I didn't expect, and what surprised me at the same time...... As the implementer of the transfer of the evil house, the evil house intermediary also needs to pay a price in this transaction, that is, to worship more powerful evil spirits to avoid being counterattacked.

The master turned the mechanism on the bookshelf, and in my surprised eyes, a secret door appeared on the ground.

This secret door leads to the deep and dark underground, and under the guidance of the master, I walked forward with trepidation.

On the way, the master finally told the truth, it was not that he was unwilling to teach me the secret art of the murderous house transfer, but to learn this secret art, you must have the help of an evil spirit, otherwise you will be punished by God.

But an evil spirit can only make a contract with one intermediary.

He originally planned to teach me the secret art before he was about to die, but he didn't expect me to secretly teach myself and cause such a catastrophe.

The deeper you go underground, the colder the aura around you becomes.

Passing through a corridor about four or five meters long, I saw an iron gate appear in front of me, and an oil lamp hung on each side of the iron gate.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise upstairs, and my heart jumped violently.

Immediately raised his eyes to look at the master, only to see that the master's expression was very calm, he burned a pile of paper money in front of the iron door without any hurry, and then lifted the oil lamp on the right side, opened the iron door and walked in.

Inside the iron gate was even deeper darkness, and he was half inside the door and half outside the door, and he didn't forget to turn around and tell me, "Keep up." ”

I walked forward with trepidation, curious about the evil spirits that my master worshipped, and I couldn't help but feel fear of them in my heart.

When I walked to the door, I suddenly felt that this place was a little familiar......

It seems to have been here since childhood.