Is this a ghost talk?

Perhaps knowing that this was a ghost or fear was at work, Qin Ding had goosebumps all over his body, but he still brought the tape recorder closer, because he really couldn't hear what was being said.

However, after Qin Ding put his ears close, he could only hear some bytes clearly, as if he was saying get out...... Death or something, I vaguely felt a heavy resentment in my tone, and in just a few seconds, the strange frequency of intonation seemed to have some kind of penetrating power, and the bone-seeping cold was delivered into the body layer by layer through the tape recorder.

This made him feel very uncomfortable, and it was not quite what he had imagined, and he took the tape recorder away a little more, and at this time, suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Qin Ding was startled and pressed the pause button.

He was still in the terrifying atmosphere of the incident, and this sudden sound instantly made his heart beat faster.

Who is knocking on the door, Qin Ding feels that it is not Uncle Ma.

He got up from his chair and walked to the door.

"Knock knock!"

"Who?"

His voice was not loud, but it was not as panicked as before.

No matter how bad it is, he is also the master here, he has opened the eyes of the sky, he wants to see if the person knocking on the door outside is a person or a ghost.

Although Qin Ding's mind began to flash with all kinds of ghosts and terrifying appearances, his hand had already pulled the door latch open, and then he hesitated again, if there were really ghosts outside, how to deal with it?

While he was hesitating, the knock on the door sounded again, close at hand.

Before the hand could push the latch back, the door was suddenly pushed open with a cool breeze.

His heart contracted violently, Qin Ding took a step back, and in extreme panic, it was pitch black outside the door, but he could strongly feel that there was something at the door, but he couldn't see it.

After experiencing some things, Qin Ding was much calmer than before, although he was scared and short of breath, he didn't dwell on this issue, because there were many things that subverted cognition here.

Instead of searching the darkness outside the door, he quickly reached out and closed the door and bolted it.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he felt that Uncle Ma was not telling the truth, there was something dirty in this place. But now he ...... It's already the eye of the sky, isn't it...... Not a ghost?

But...... If it's not a ghost, what can it be invisible? He thought again, these days...... Aside from the repeated knocks on the door, this thing doesn't seem to have malicious intent.

There was no movement on the door, Qin Ding walked back to the desk and sat down on the chair.

This place is so strange, many things can't be figured out for a while, he decided to ask Uncle Ma tomorrow.

He steadied himself, and when he finished listening to the last bit of tape, he picked up the tape recorder again.

As soon as he put his finger on the play button, he inadvertently raised his eyes and looked up, and suddenly he felt that something was flashing by in his upper left corner.

The line of sight immediately chased over, only the thick beams that crisscrossed horizontally and vertically were hidden in the shadows, and there was nothing else.

Blinded?

He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times before it became a little clear, he should have seen it wrong.

He let out a breath, ignored it, and pressed play.

Inside, there was still that deep sound like sandpaper rubbing, rustling quickly. Qin Ding felt that people and these murderous spirits were not the same world, even if they could understand the ghost language, it would still make people feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, the ghost whispers in the tape recorder suddenly became excited, and the tone of Zilazila seemed to be about to attack, and at the same time, the powerful and righteous chanting of the soul killer came out.

"Chase the soul, calm the world, dare to disobey, and order your soul. Lock the body of the spirit, the urgent order is now, I am the sealed spirit, according to the edict of the true Wu Yuanjun, urgent as the law! Regent Soul Valley Wenchun! ”

As the chanting of the spell in the tape recorder ended, Qin Ding heard "Bang! A muffled sound came overhead.

The sound is not from the tape recorder, it is from this room.

He shrank down from his chair as if he were facing an enemy, thinking that something had fallen from the roof.

In the midst of this panic, the tape recorder continued to play, and an inopportune sigh of horror and old age was heard, followed by a shrill whistling.

Qin Ding felt a chill rush to his brain, he quickly got up and pressed the pause button, he didn't want this terrible sound to spread and amplify the fear in his heart.

He didn't have time to bother with the tape recorder, he just wanted to know what was going on with the "click" on the roof.

He looked up and saw that the beams of the roof were so dark that he couldn't see anything wrong, and then he looked around again, and nothing had fallen.

He wondered, could it be the sound of the wooden beams of the old house expanding?

But the sound was like a heavy wooden board hitting the table, and it was like the sound of wood cracking.

It won't be ...... There's something up there!

He picked up his flashlight and carefully swept the roof of the house, but there was nothing.

Qin Ding sat back in the chair, he pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little tired.

He picked up the tape recorder and looked at it, and there was only one side left of it, and he decided to finish listening to it tonight.

He pressed play again. There was still a shrill and unwilling whistling sound in the tape recorder, but fortunately it was quite short, and after a few seconds there was no sound.

Qin Ding thought about it, after the soul arrester recited the spell just now, he should have caught the murderous soul, and the murderous soul was unwilling to make a terrifying sound. He also noticed that the Soul Hunter had only recited one incantation, and in the first incident, the Soul Hunter had recited two.

It reminded him of the mysterious message at the end of the tape, in which he asked which spell was it? And what about asking clearly?

He pressed the pause button and thought for a moment, deciding that, regardless of the spell, he would recite all the spells that appeared on the tape just to be on the safe side.

He rummaged through the notes in his notebook, wrote down the two spells that had appeared so far on sticky notes, and put them in a drawer.

He was a little relieved, anyway, he didn't know which one it was, and he was all familiar with it.

Then he pressed play, and the sound came from the tape again.

"31 August 1997

The incident has been dealt with, and Gu Wenchun has been arrested.

He is a person who died at the age of eighty-one, and he is the 'last nine men' and can also be called the 'last yang man'. This is the body of extreme yin, which is harmless, and has no impact on the descendants, but it is very easy to resent, and must be properly buried, otherwise it will give birth to a vicious omen and endless disasters.

Due to the sudden death before death, he was unwilling to do so after death, and he did not wear a shroud and caused resentment, so he was unwilling to be angry with the innocent, and the resentment turned gray, and the three perpetrators had succeeded, and the murderous soul level was level two, and it was about to enter the third level of yellow resentment.

Shouyi is obsessed with it, and it can't be broken, and there is no remorse, and the soul is locked in the suppression hall and detained, and it is disposed of by the prefect.

Soul Hunter: Xie Yongan

Delivery time: Ding Chou year Wu Shen month B day. Year of the Ox, July 29. 31 August 1997. ”

There was no sound from the tape after it arrived.

By candlelight, Qin Ding turned his hand and looked at the display on the tape recorder, and the B side of this last tape was still more than ten minutes away.

He didn't stop playing, and let the tape keep spinning, in case there was something hidden behind it.

He put the tape recorder on the table, then yawned and fell into a daze.

Time passed by the second, the candle flame fainted, and in a trance he felt a little unreal.

A few days ago, he was an ordinary person, but now he is sitting in this strange room, to contact and understand those things that subvert cognition, although he is fortunate to learn the news of his parents' disappearance, but he is also involved in an unpredictable conspiracy, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a fantasy dream.

The tape recorder "snapped" and ended, and his eyes focused, pulling Qin Ding back to reality.

The tape was all aired, and there was no more sound.

He was stunned for a moment, although he was faintly uneasy in his heart, but he still couldn't see any mystery in it, so he rubbed his eyes helplessly, sleepiness hit, and he had to sleep.

There was no dream all night, maybe he just couldn't remember, the biological clock made Qin Ding wake up on time at six o'clock in the morning.

He didn't snooze, and the urge to urinate made him decide to wake up early.

The summer morning was not cool, and as soon as he left the house, he was surrounded by a heat wave.

Qin Ding pulled the door into the low room, and was just about to untie his pants, when he suddenly remembered something.

It seems that every time I have to go to the toilet, there is a squeaky sound in the yard. On the one hand, he wondered what kind of person came to fill the kettle tank and came and went without a trace, and on the other hand, if he really picked on the gap where he was not in the toilet, did it mean that he just didn't want him to see it?

Curiosity overcame everything, and since he was the boss of this place and would always work here, there were some secrets that he had to know.

He straightened his pants and held his urine for a while, intending to wait. He walked to the door, made a slight crack, and before he could look out, he heard a soft "squeak" from the side wall.

Sure enough, he quickly opened his eyes and looked carefully, and no one came, but he suddenly noticed that something small white was quickly passing on the ground, and the moment he passed by the door of the toilet, he saw clearly that it was actually four simple human-shaped pieces of paper the size of eggs, carrying a palm-sized box of paper.

Qin Ding swallowed slightly, his heart was horrified, how could a piece of paper run around like a life? Is this a spell?

In thought, he shifted his position and looked in the direction the paper men had run away, and they had already scurried into the room.

These are the things that deliver water every day? But...... Is there water in such a big cardboard box? This is such an evil sect.

Before Qin Ding could think about anything more, the four paper men carried the paper box out of the house, and quickly ran back again, and when they reached the side wall, there was another squeak.

Qin Ding could see clearly, the side doors did not move, but they disappeared in an instant as if they had passed through the wall.

Qin Ding put his hand on his head, inexplicably remembering the rumors that the old mansion was haunted before, and a chill spread, giving him a bold and chilling idea.

This place...... Is there no living person, and he is just trapped here by the ghost bewilderment, so Uncle Ma ...... Isn't it human?

The bladder was dying, and he had to urinate quickly, and when it was over, a spirit put an end to his crankiness.

He shook his head, denying his suspicions. At present, judging from this job, there is also the content in the tape, these people should be catching ghosts, how can they be ghosts.

He walked back into the house, the temperature inside and outside the house was almost two worlds, the kettle was full, he washed up briefly, and poured the water into the drain in the corner of the yard.

As soon as he walked back to the house, Uncle Ma walked in with a lunch box and a bag.

"I woke up early today. Come on, fried dough tofu brain, I don't know if you like to eat this thing. ”

Qin Ding likes to eat, but there are still fritters sold outside this secluded bluestone alley? He was puzzled, remembering that Uncle Ma could send different foods these days, whether he bought or made it.

"Uncle Ma, I'm not a picky eater, you came quite early today, did you buy these foods outside?"