Wang Yu couldn't hear his uncle's hysterical roar, he had now come to another world.

It is an old subway tunnel flanked on both sides by vertical upward layers of soil.

The surface of the soil layer is uneven, full of raised stones and clods, unlike a completed tunnel, where the sides are smoothed out with concrete, which looks like an unfinished semi-finished product.

Above the tunnel is a curved dome, with a xenon lamp hanging every few meters, although the dim light is not as good as the sun, but it also allows Wang Yu to not be blind in this tunnel.

"In the background, it is written that the Songjiang authorities have closed this place, so it should not be possible to keep the circuit here, let alone supply power here, but these xenon lamps are still on." Wang Yu looked at the xenon lamp above his head and muttered in his mouth.

Although he didn't know why these xenon lamps could be lit, it just proved his idea: the purpose of the spiritual realm was to select apostles, not to kill people.

Otherwise, there would be no need to provide such an facility to the trialists.

The tunnel is very long, at least Wang Yu can't see the end at a glance.

He glanced ahead, then at the subway track laid under his feet that was broken not far ahead, and immediately turned his head and walked towards the rear.

In the background, it is written that the construction team dug up a certain being, and thirteen people died that night, and then it was abandoned.

Then, the innermost part of this subway tunnel must be dug into the place where it exists, and the closer you get there, the more dangerous it is, and in the same way, the farther away from there, the safer it is.

So, how do you get away from there?

Quite simply, look at the tracks.

The track of the subway must be laid after the subway tunnel is dug and the ground is paved, and the track is broken not far ahead, which proves that the track is laid from the rear to the front, and the further back you go, the farther away from there.

Sure enough, not long after Wang Yu left, he saw a wall made of reinforced concrete sealing the tunnel tightly, leaving no gaps.

Beneath the wall is a small, low red wooden table, which might be more appropriately called a wooden stool.

On a wooden bench is a golden candlestick with a white candle with the words "swastika" and "Buddha" on it, and a piece of sallow paper next to the candlestick.

The moment he saw the candlestick and the paper, Wang Yu's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, with glutinous rice alone, there was still little hope of dealing with zombies, and the spiritual domain really left props.

With lights to ensure vision and props to deal with bosses, your hope of survival is greatly increased.

He stepped forward quickly, picked up the paper, and read it in the dim light:

"The poor monk Pinglu is a monk of Longyan Temple. This time, it should be entrusted by the Songjiang City Security Bureau to kill evil people here. Tsk, this Pinglu monk's words are good. ”

"This evil is a ghost in the Republic of China, a ghost? Ghost??? Isn't it a zombie? How is it a ghost? Wang Yu's eyes widened, and he looked at the handwriting on the yellow paper in disbelief.

At this moment, he felt that fate had played a big joke on him.

But now, apparently the information on the yellow paper was more important, and he grimaced and continued to read:

"This ghost was suspected of being violated before he died, and then he was brutally tortured and killed, and when he died, he was dressed in red and his body was eaten by wild dogs. The remnants were buried in the place of extreme yin, so they were extremely resentful. ”

"And killing thirteen people in a row has become a climate, and my strength may have reached the peak of the third-level ghosts. The poor monk's strength is limited, and his strength is beyond his strength, so he can only temporarily seal it here. ”

"If the donor is a fellow believer and has a cultivation body, please also think of the common people in the world and kill this bureaucracy."

"If the donor is an ordinary person who strayed into this place, please light the candle as soon as possible, otherwise the yang energy of the living person will stimulate the revival of the ghost, and within five minutes, the donor may be in danger of his life, and the candle flame can keep the donor safe for an hour."

"Within an hour, ask the donor to memorize the Heart Sutra. There is the mark of my Buddha here, and the Heart Sutra can ensure the safety of the donor. ”

"Remember, only by reciting the Heart Sutra can it have the effect of exorcising ghosts and protecting oneself. When the day dawns, the donor can leave in peace. ”

"If the donor leaves, please go to Longyan Temple and inform the poor monk that the seal here has been broken. If the poor monk has passed away, he can also inform other monks in the temple. ”

"Amitabha!"

The back of the paper is still densely written, it should be the Heart Sutra that this Pinglu monk said, but now Wang Yu is in no mood to read it.

Now that his face has turned from black to green, he has a thought in his heart:

Empiricism really kills!

Who said that if you are buried in the ground, you must be zombies who can turn people into minions?

Judging from these words left by Monk Pinglu, the boss of this spiritual domain copy is clearly a ghost in the Republic of China period, that is, a ghost.

As a result, he wishfully thought that the big boss was a zombie, and now he really killed himself.

Wang Yu looked at his hand, and the bag of glutinous rice he was carrying in his left hand might still be somewhat useful, and glutinous rice was also used to exorcise ghosts in some places.

But this bone chopper ......

He threw the boning knife directly on the wooden bench, this thing is really useless against ghosts.

Looking at the candlestick on the wooden bench, Wang Yu was so angry again, this Pinglu monk left a candlestick here, can't he leave a lighter by the way? It's okay to leave a box of matches!

Write on the slip of paper that you want to light the candlestick in five minutes, and as a result, there is nothing left to ignite, so you put a candlestick here alone, isn't this a silver-like pewter gun head - it doesn't work?

Smokers carry lighters with them, but who doesn't smoke with a lighter?

Wang Yu belongs to the latter.

Although he scolded and scolded in his mouth, he still looked at the wooden bench and thought about how he could light the candlestick, otherwise, in just five minutes, if he wanted to memorize a heart sutra, Wang Yu felt that he was talking about a dream.

Time passed little by little, Wang Yu was still at a loss, just as he was meditating, he suddenly felt that his left shoulder was patted, he subconsciously turned his head to look, but found that there was nothing on the left.

In the next second, his scalp was numb, his hair stood on end, and he had goosebumps all over his body, and he ran towards the wall in two steps and one step, and then immediately turned around, his back pressed against the wall.

Even so, his heart was still beating wildly, his spirit was highly concentrated, his eyes were unblinking, and his right hand had been inserted into the bag containing glutinous rice, ready to scatter the glutinous rice in his hand at any time.

There was almost no change in the front compared to the previous one, still the dim lights, the uneven side walls, and the ground full of rubble.

Although Wang Yu didn't see anything unusual, he knew that the ghost had already attacked him just now.

In this ghost place, there is no half living person except himself, but his shoulder was patted, and he turned his head to look, but he didn't see anything, except for ghosts, what other ghost things could there be?

If he hadn't been holding a handful of glutinous rice in one hand and a bag of glutinous rice in the other, he would have wanted to give himself a big mouth.

I know that the big boss is a ghost, and I turned around after being patted on the shoulder, and my defense is too bad!

If you blow out a yang fire, your yang energy will be weaker.