Otherworldly Merchant

“Speaking of which, no one has dared to come in...”

After talking about his experience, Grandpa sighed for a long time, patted me on the shoulder and said nothing more, shook the wand and left. He also seemed to know that something could not be dissuaded, and since he had finished his remarks, it was up to me to decide the rest.

I didn't feel anything yet. He said that and looked at the door of the apartment in the black hole. It was a little trembling!

But now that I had reached this point, I couldn't give up at any rate, so I drummed myself up and stunned myself into it.

There was a faint smell of blood on the door of the apartment, and the blood might have spilled on the floor and no one had cleaned it up, so it smelled so bad that it was filled with the whole apartment.

I strangled the spiritual symbol in my pocket and guarded myself from being attacked until I adapted to the indoor light, fearing that something would bite me the moment I came in.

I wiped my eyes and took a lap through the night and found that the ground floor was the lobby, with only the sofa and some boxes for delivery, much empty.

It relaxed me a lot, grasping the lights on, the whole hall lit up instantly as daylight, and the brilliant lights on my head even sting my eyes. Atmospheric landscape paintings on both walls, two pure gold lions on the left and right of the innermost entrance.

The two lions were sculpted to life, staring at each other with their blood basins wide open and seemingly swallowing the people who came in. This is an inherent taboo in feng shui science. Anyone living here will be affected in health, not to mention the fact that there is a couple of spirits hidden under the foundation of this apartment!

But I think the developers built these two lions in the first place, probably to deter the underground spirits.

Too bad he stumbled into awkwardness and instead of accomplishing his goal, he exacerbated the death of his household!

There was no problem on the ground floor, so I walked upstairs carefully. The building wasn't clean anyway, so I didn't have to go to any room.

I walked up the hallway for a few steps, suddenly I heard a bouncing sound under my feet, the ticking response was very rhythmic, all my attention was focused on the surrounding environment, I couldn't help but hear the sound tremble, and then subconsciously threw the spirit charm towards my feet.

The spirit character was suddenly bounced back into the air before it landed, and then stabbed and burned.

The marble at the bottom of his foot disappeared, but I knew the guy was just hiding for a while, and the spirit charm didn't touch it at all. Generally speaking, the kids who show up at the door are soy saucers. As usual, I can solve them by shouting at them or throwing a spirit character. I didn't expect them to come up this time and eat.

The Yin Spirit must have felt my presence. I simply stopped disguising myself, pulled off the sun visor, and lit up the Silver Moon Machete with caution.

“Ha-ha-ha...”

Suddenly a woman's cold laugh came over my head, I subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull out the Silver Moon Machete, but I just touched it and found myself grabbing another cold arm!

“Fuck off. ”

I shouted reflexively, slammed a roll in place, turned around and looked back at where I had just stood. I suddenly noticed that there was a floating human skin there. The human skin looked wrinkled, but the limbs were surprisingly full, especially at the arm.

So this is the woman who was laughing so hard, and now she's got her arms in her dark mouth, squeaking, chewing, eating and laughing at me.

I tumbled in my stomach and stabbed the past with an invisible needle. To solve it, the invisible needle came into contact with its body and went straight through it. There was no harm to the human skin except for the addition of an indistinguishable hole.

Without waiting for me to strike again, the needle eye on the human skin disappeared miraculously. She took her arm out of her mouth and pointed at me with her fleshy, blurred hand that had already bitten, making a gesture that I was not opposed to.

So close to being despised by a shady spirit, I felt a slight discomfort in my heart, lifting my hand and waving the machete out, while leaning forward. As long as the machete hits it, it will definitely slow it down, and I am confident that I will take it down a second time.

Who knows, the human skin seems to know how powerful the machete is. When my body stops, all I hear is an increasingly empty laugh in the hallway: “You can't escape...”

The thrilling call echoed over and over again, like a repeater, and for a moment I felt intense despair, waving a knife towards my neck to wipe it off. Fortunately, as the machete approached my neck, the Everlasting Spirit stopped flashing and pulled my mind back.

Looking back at that scene, I couldn't help but feel scared and understand that the apartment was weird beyond my imagination.

For safety's sake, I took the phantom bell out of my bag and tied it to my wrist so that it would sound all the time as I walked, avoiding me being confused again.

I don't know if it's psychological or something. After tying up the phantom bell, I went up and didn't see anything. I pushed away the room on the second floor and found that the households were in a mess. I could see how impatient they were when they moved out.

It's just that these rooms are messy, but not very shady, and most of the rooms have a vibrant atmosphere, which suggests that the shady spirits have never been here.

But from what I've been through in the apartment, there's more than one ghost in there. Where exactly are they hidden?

Every time I walk through a room, I leave something exorcising like vermilion, grass ash, or glutinous rice in key locations, such as doors and windows, so that I can first feel where the ghost is coming from.

When I got to the end of the second floor, I was sure there was nothing odd about the second floor, and I turned around and was about to go to the third floor, and at this point, the rest of my eyes glanced at a strange house!

The reason I'm strange is because there's no grass ash left behind in front of that room.

Strange, I've spilled every room!

I watched the fox for a while, because of my professional habits or cautious pushing the door, and I just touched the door handle, and the door burst open with a 'dawn', with a stench.

Without waiting for me to come back to God, there was a tall, powerful figure in a Yan's clothing, and he jumped in, carrying a machete and a shield in his hand, and he came up and cut my head off. Due to the relative flatness of the entire second floor, I had already stuck the machete in the sheath between my waist and now it was very passive, I had to lean backwards as hard as I could, the machete cut through my eyebrows and even cut off some of my hair from my hairline.

As it rolled around to recycle the knife, I rose and pulled out the machete to confront it. I quickly measured my eyes and found that it was truly the image of the king of Hell, wearing a black and purple robe.

I snapped in my heart, and the Yan Wang came out. I must be folding here myself. But think about it, if this is really my limit, how could Grandpa not come to remind me?

Apparently, Yan Wang in front of me was just an illusion. I bit my teeth and drank. I threw a machete in my hand and was ready to fight with it. Unexpectedly, this guy turned his head and ran away. He didn't tangle with me at all.

Turning a blind eye, it went into the bathroom, and the door was again muffled and heavily shut together. Even though my machete pierced the door directly, it was stuck on it. After I kicked the door open, where was the shadow of King Yan in it?

“Shit.”

I took a long breath and wiped the cold sweat off my face, which made me realize the hidden pain in my hand. I looked down and found myself just too nervous. I was accidentally cut off by a machete. Add grass and wood ash and sand along the way to make your hands look dirty.