infinite danger

Chapter 26 It's time to do business

"shadow?"

Hearing the young Taoist's words, Ji Siwei suddenly had an ominous premonition, and looked down at the ground.

The shadow of the wheelchair is like a pool of unadulterated ink, extending along the direction of the light and clearly imprinted on the floor.

At first glance, there is no difference.

Ji Siwei pursed his lips, the dimples on his face didn't look gentle as usual, but rather worried.

He held out his hand towards the light.

There is no projection on the floor.

Like someone stole his shadow.

Ji Siwei frowned, turned his wrist, and found that the projections of other things could fall on him, but his shadow never appeared.

"how so?!"

When the bald uncle saw this scene, he was startled and anxious, and wiped the sweat off his face indiscriminately.

The blanket on the legs bulged into a small bag, and the little puppet that got into it at some point poked out a head, with both hands resting on the edge of the blanket, looking straight at the young Taoist priest with dark eyes.

Since the appearance of the young Taoist priest, the puppet has deliberately lowered its sense of existence, but now it voluntarily comes out of the blanket.

Ji Siwei felt its uneasiness.

"Is the reason why the shadow disappears related to the fake death pill?"

Ji Siwei looked at the young Taoist priest with an extremely calm tone.

He can also be regarded as someone who has experienced strong winds and waves. At this moment, panic will only make the situation worse.

"You guessed it right, so I said... pretty boy, please remember in the future that medicine should not be taken indiscriminately." The young Taoist raised his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "You know too little about things like evil spirits and Taoism. , How do you think a small pill can shield your vital signs?"

"That's because... a curse is planted in it, and the person who takes it is cursed to lose the characteristic of being alive. At first, this effect is only short-lived, but in the long run, the curse is deeply planted, and the person who takes the medicine will become a living dead .”

"Just like playing games and cheating will pay a price, enjoying the benefits of fake death medicine will cost a lot."

The beautiful eyes were narrowed, and the eyes of the young Taoist priest became deeper and deeper.

"You pretty boy, don't scare me. Uncle, I have seen the world...ghost." The bald Uncle was afraid of the big sword of the young Taoist priest, and his voice of refutation was weak: "The kind you said is taking at least ten pills in a row. It only happens with fake death pills, and taking one pill doesn’t have such a big side effect at all!”

"That's right, but if it happens to be during the Hungry Ghost Festival when the yin energy is the heaviest, if you happen to be in the ghost domain where the yin energy gathers, and you happen to be entangled by a resentful ghost and something stronger than evil spirits when..." The young Taoist pointed to the bald Uncle and the puppet, and then to Ji Siwei, with a playful smile on his face: "It was a coincidence that I took a fake death pill, oh...that's sorry, the effect of the medicine The curse is multiplied by N times."

After hearing these words, the bald uncle patted his bare forehead annoyedly, his eyebrows frowned into a tilde, and said to Ji Siwei guiltily:

"Young boy, I really didn't know that it would become like this, otherwise I would never have taken you to find this medicine, it's all my fault."

The little puppet buried his head in the blanket, and seemed to be regretting that he didn't stop Ji Siwei from taking the medicine.

Ji Siwei rubbed the puppet's head through the blanket, and comforted the bald uncle:

"Don't blame yourself, this is my choice. The effect of the fake death pill made me come here smoothly, and I should also bear the consequences it brings."

Ji Siwei knew at the time that it would be risky to take the medicine bought from ghosts, but after thinking about it, he decided to take the risk.

He is willing to bet and admit defeat, no matter what the consequences are, he will never regret his decision.

"I don't know if you can bear the consequences." The young Taoist tapped the black knife in his hand: "First, the body temperature drops, then loses your own shadow, then loses the sense of smell and vision, and finally the heart stops beating and the blood no longer flows. , you will become a living dead."

"If it weren't for something else in you to suppress this evil spirit——you'd be completely cold now."

As soon as the words were finished, the puppet suddenly lifted the blanket and jumped in front of Ji Siwei.

A thick blood mist shrouded its body like dusk. It stared at the young Taoist priest, as if expressing its displeasure at his words.

"Unfortunately, I am still inexperienced. I can't understand what this little guy is, and I can't solve the curse on you."

The young Taoist carefully looked at the puppet and shook his head in confusion.

"Dangerous little guy."

The young Taoist frowned.

The little puppet approached two steps aggressively, the blood mist on its body was getting darker and darker, and it was about to run away with a wave of its little hand.

Ji Siwei raised his hand, gently held the puppet, and put it back on the blanket.

Most of the blood mist on the little puppet dissipated, and with a grunt, it became obedient.

"Beautiful Taoist priest, I stay away from him now, is he still saved?"

The bald uncle still blamed himself a little, and retreated a little further away from Ji Siwei while talking.

The little puppet understood the bald uncle's words, tilted its head, and wanted to break free from Ji Siwei's hand.

Ji Siwei patted its head: "Don't move."

"I have a question and I want to ask you." Ji Siwei took out the peace talisman around his neck, the talisman paper in his backpack, and the black gold obsidian given to him by the owner of the basement shopping mall, and showed it to the young Taoist priest: "The things you said suppress evil spirits Is it in here?"

"These are all good things. They all play a certain role in suppressing evil spirits, but they will definitely not work alone." The young Taoist replied.

Hearing the young Taoist's answer, Ji Siwei also had an answer in his heart.

It is the contents of the wooden box that play a major role in suppressing the curse.

"Since this curse can be suppressed, does that mean it can be lifted?"

Ji Siwei asked.

"Yes, but I won't." The young Taoist replied frankly, and then added: "Maybe my uncle has a way. When he comes, let him take a look for you."

Ji Siwei: "Your uncle?"

"Yes, Master Uncle counted that something big was going to happen here today, so he asked me to come over to meet at six o'clock, but I haven't seen him yet, and I don't know if there will be any accidents... He is a wretched middle-aged uncle, so there shouldn't be any accidents. Accident." The young Taoist said: "I'm going to wait for him at the evil formation in Baguan Town, do you want to go there with me?"

Ji Siwei nodded: "Go."

The young Taoist was able to force the female ghost back with his own strength, and he broke into the land of evil spirits single-handedly and injured the owner of the black coffin. His uncle must be stronger than him, and maybe there is a way to break the curse.

"It's a bit cold here, uncle come quickly, I want to go back to sleep." The young Taoist yawned and walked ahead with a knife in hand.

The lights came on one by one, and after a while, they went out one by one.

"Tianwan Plaza is surrounded by high-rise buildings. It belongs to the low-lying area in this area. From the perspective of Feng Shui, it is a very vicious piercing heart..."

The young Taoist seemed to be really sleepy, with bloodshot eyes floating in his eyes.

"I know Heart Piercer!" The bald uncle interrupted him, and sang with a plastic song: "Put your heart~~my heart~~string together~~"

Young Taoist: "???"

Ji Siwei: "..."

Marionette)"

"Strung together into a clover~~stringed into a concentric circle~~"

"Back then, my wife insisted on marrying me because I sang well..." The bald uncle closed his eyes, humming, and fell into a certain memory that he didn't know if it was true or not, the desire to blow water Overcoming the desire to survive, he dared to include the young Taoist in the ranks of the listeners: "I think I was handsome and unrestrained in Yushu Linfeng back then..."

The bald Uncle opened his eyes excitedly, and found that the young Taoist priest and Ji Siwei left him without looking back.

"Hey! Don't go away... I haven't finished my sad and beautiful love story that was so ups and downs..."

Ji Siwei covered his eyes. When the bald uncle first appeared, he was obviously very elegant. After getting familiar with him, why did his painting style become so sloppy.

"The negative third floor is the lowest point of Heart Piercing Sha, and the Yin energy for several miles gathers here. You are now half a living dead, and the evil spirits you see will try to invade your body. You'd better be careful."

The young Taoist priest was interrupted by the bald uncle's words, and almost forgot what he was going to tell Ji Siwei.

Ji Siwei: "Okay."

Walking forward and entering a long corridor, there are suddenly more paintings hanging on the walls, and all of them are portraits. The further you go, the closer the distance between paintings is.

What's even more weird is that the people in each portrait are extremely ugly, and the direction of their eyes changes slightly. Walking in the aisle, they always feel that someone is staring at them, and their eyes move with them.

Indistinct cries mixed in with the wind blowing from the front, and the voice-activated light on the ceiling seemed to be fast-forwarded by someone, and suddenly, it flickered frequently.

From a certain point in time, the whole floor has completely changed.

The moment the light went out, a black hand stretched out from the painting, with long and pointed nails bent like a shadow, silently and quickly grabbing Ji Siwei's arm.

Without blinking his eyes, Ji Siwei flipped his wrist, and the totem on the fruit knife suddenly lit up, and it was wrapped in a faint blood mist and chopped on the wrist of the long black hand.

A big hole was cut in the wrist of the long black hand, red mucus dripped on the ground, and a stench spread out. There was a shrill scream in the painting, and the severed hand quickly slipped into the painting like a snake.

On the third floor, as expected, not only the Eight Evil Ones lived there.

This is the "Feng Shui Treasure Land" of ghosts and ghosts, and it is home to countless evil spirits.

"If you don't loosen your muscles and bones, Pindao will fall asleep."

The young Taoist yawned long, and reached into the bulging backpack. When he stretched out his hand, there was a piece of talisman between his fingers.

With a light flick of two fingers, a cluster of flames jumped out of the talisman paper. He looked straight ahead, threw the talisman paper casually, and gave a soft drink:

"Fire!"

The fire on the talisman paper became more and more intense, riding on the dark wind and getting bigger and bigger, the fiery light of the fire illuminated half of the corridor.

Darkness is easy to hide danger, but light exposes danger.

On both sides of the corridor, ugly people poked out their upper bodies from the drawing paper. They looked at the Taoist priest with resentment. Apart from the instinctive fear of fire in their chaotic eyes, there was only one emotion that was particularly clear.

It is the desire for life, jealousy, greed.

Even though they were burned by the fire, they still stretched out a pair of shadow-like hands to grab the wall, drilled out of the picture frame, and tried their best to hook the young Taoist's hand.

The young Taoist sneered, and swung his knife to cut off the ghost hands that tried to get close to him. His movements were crisp and neat, and he killed several of them with one knife.

The target of the ghosts in these paintings is the living young Taoist priest.

The ghost in the painting is not strong, maybe a bit stupid, not afraid of the little puppets and young Taoist priests, but only knows to move forward recklessly.

Ji Siwei, the bald Uncle stayed with the young Taoist priest, and also enjoyed the luxurious treatment of the ghosts in the painting attacking in groups.

Their lower bodies were imprisoned in the painting, and their range of movement was limited. Ji Siwei held the knife instead, and moved forward at a constant speed, unceremoniously slashing at the ghost hands reaching out to him.

Aim at their most fragile and slender wrists, and strike quickly and hard.

There was a bright and warm firelight between his brows, but his eyes were inexplicably cold.

The puppet flew beside him without interfering too much.

Just applaud him occasionally.

The bald man was afraid that the young Taoist priest would accidentally hurt him, and he was also afraid that the ghosts and ghosts in the painting would tear his old bones apart, so he followed Ji Siwei with a sad face, shifting his position in snakeskin, avoiding those ghosts.

Painful screams echoed in the corridor, and the stench swept through every corner. Ji Siwei felt that he was going to be suffocated to death.

"Let's keep you in trouble sooner or later, just burn it all up." The young Taoist priest was probably afraid of being smoked, so he stopped using the "Huairou" method and used a ruthless move. He held the knife in front of him, and said in a deep voice : "The fire disperses!"

The fireball suspended in the air was beating violently, and suddenly dispersed into countless small fireballs, wandering in midair, shooting into each portrait.

The drawing paper caught fire, and the ghosts in the painting screamed and struggled to escape from the source of the fire, but they couldn't break free, and were finally burned into plumes of black smoke by the fire.

Ji Siwei didn't expect the young Taoist priest to burn it directly. He was startled for a moment, turned his gaze to the young Taoist priest, and said slowly, "Fortunately, there is no automatic fire alarm system installed on this floor."

"Pretty Taoist priest, can you stop this fire, I'm about to die."

The bald uncle asked weakly.

The young Taoist put down his long knife and said softly, "Take it."

The fire on the wall was extinguished, leaving only a cold white light above the head in the corridor, and it was extremely silent.

It was as if that scene had never happened.

At the end of the corridor is a wooden archway.

The word "Suppressing Evil" is written in cursive on it.

The majestic archway looks a bit out of place in such a narrow floor.

What's even more weird is that on both sides of the archway stood a pair of tall armor with masks, holding an epee in their hands.

Maybe it was the aftereffect of coming out of the long corridor, Ji Siwei felt that whenever he looked at the mask of the armor, the mask was also looking at him.

Where the eyes of the mask are, there are obviously only two black holes.

Is there someone in the armor?

The more he thought about it, the more Ji Siwei couldn't look away.

"We have come to the core area of ​​this square." The young Taoist priest took two steps closer, raised his black knife, and pointed the tip of the knife at the center of the archway: "Entering this gate, life and death are life and death."

At this moment, Ji Siwei noticed that the eyes of the armor standing next to the young Taoist priest were glowing faint green!

"Watch out! There's something in the armor!"

Ji Siwei raised his voice to remind.

At the same time, the armor let out a roar, swung the epee and slashed at the young Taoist priest.

The armor and sword seem bulky, but their movements are light and fast.

The young Taoist's eyes froze, and he quickly stepped back sideways, narrowly avoiding the direction of the sword's edge.

The heavy sword rubbed against his clothes and slashed heavily on the floor, the masonry cracked, and the whole ground swayed.

The young Taoist's jacket was directly torn off by the murderous aura, and he suffered slight flesh injuries.

After the armor missed a hit, he quickly drew his sword and swept out——

The young Taoist priest took precautions and swung his knife to block the menacing epee. When the blade collided, sparks flew everywhere in an instant.

One wave of unrest followed another, just as the two forces were contending, the eyes of the other armor slowly lit up!

"Taoist priest, the other one is also awake, tell me how to help you!"

Looking at the dagger in his hand, Ji Siwei realized that he was only going to deliver the head, so he simply asked the young Taoist priest directly.

"The yellow talisman in your bag! Drop a drop of blood on the talisman paper, and call out for the talisman! Throw it at the armor!" The veins on the young Taoist's hands were bulging, his temples were soaked in cold sweat, and his tone was a little unsteady.

Blood……

Grandma Zhang said that if there is bleeding, the ghosts will be able to detect his anger, and the fake death medicine will be invalid.

"Young boy, think twice before acting!"

The bald uncle knew the inside story and quickly reminded him.

The little puppet also started flying around anxiously in front of Ji Siwei, probably trying to stop him.

The second armor waved the sword in his hand, and walked towards the young Taoist priest step by step.

With the fighting power of the young Taoist priests, walking together is much more effective than feigning death.

Besides, the young Taoist priest helped him a lot.

In terms of emotion and reason, this blood has to be shed.

Ji Siwei took out two talisman papers and cut his fingertips with a fruit knife. The blood dripped on the talisman papers and slowly faded away. The cold stream of light swirled in his eyes. Ji Siwei aimed at the two armors and threw the talisman papers. Said: "Fu, go!"

With an order, the yellow talisman flew into the air like two paper airplanes, heading towards the two armors.

The young Taoist usually looks like a fool, his eyes are bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth. This time, he was too ignorant to notice the abnormality, which put him in a passive position and was attacked fiercely all the time. It is difficult to resist.

At the critical moment, the blood-stained talisman paper lightly landed on the heads of the two armors.

They seemed to have been tapped, maintaining their original posture, motionless.

They both breathed a sigh of relief.

The young Taoist carefully withdrew his knife and stepped back slowly.

"Pretty boy, thank you." The young Taoist clenched his fist and placed it in front of Ji Siwei, with a look of relief on his face: "I owe you a favor."

Ji Siwei clenched his fist and touched it, smiled: "Stop talking nonsense."

Only then did the bald Uncle realize that his hands were sweating, and he couldn't help sighing: "It's fine, it's fine..."

Before the two had a rest, the two armors made some movement again. Looking up, they saw that they were running the fingertips, but they rushed out of the confinement after a while.

"Oops, these two guys are too hostile, and the talisman can't hold them back."

The young Taoist priest held the knife in front of him, his eyes were more serious than ever: "I will do my best."

The two armors stood up again, turned to look at the young Taoist priest and Ji Siwei, raised their swords...

Two beams of light suddenly shot out from the long corridor behind them, separated in mid-air, and shot at the brows of the two armored masks respectively.

"Death to the street, I dare to bully my nephew!"

The figure flashed, and the visitor had already gone in front of the two armors, attacking them frantically with some kind of weapon in his hand!

"You have to be powerful and wear a helmet, so I'll send you to reincarnation..."

The weapon in his hand emitted a burst of red light. Under this fierce attack, the hostility on the two armors gradually weakened, and the glint in their eyes disappeared.

Without the support of hostility, the armor turned into a pile of broken copper and iron, which fell to the ground with a clatter, raising a cloud of dust.

Only now did the visitor stand up, turned to look at Ji Siwei, and greeted with a smile: "Hi, handsome...Meet you again."

Ji Siwei opened his eyes in surprise, and a certain face in his mind became more and more clear... This person turned out to be the uncle who handed out leaflets to him at the door!

And what Uncle Flyer is holding is not a weapon at all, but a slipper!

The flyer uncle threw the slippers on the ground, put them on, and walked over slowly.

"Uncle, why are you here so late?"

The young Taoist frowned, his tone somewhat dissatisfied.

"Sorry, Xiaoxiao, I was supposed to be there on time, but I helped others and distributed flyers on the way, and then I went home to collect my clothes when it rained, and I went to collect the rent for two buildings and then came late It's..."

Uncle Leaflet laughed, his face was so ordinary that there was nothing special about it even when he smiled.

"Uncle, how many times have I told you, don't call me Xiaoxiao! Call me Ye Xiao!"

The young Taoist priest named Ye Xiao raised his sword at his uncle.

"Okay, Xiaoxiao."

Uncle Leaflet smiled and pressed down his knife.

Ji Siwei glanced at Ye Xiao: "May I ask, was it late at night when you were born?"

Ye Xiao frowned, and asked doubtfully, "How do you know?"

Ji Siwei: "It must be because I was too hungry when I gave birth to you, and I just wanted to eat supper, so I named you Supper."

Uncle Leaflet applauded exaggeratedly: "You guessed it right, if I hadn't stopped his parents, the name on his ID card would be Yechasiu."

Uncle Leaflet pressed the knife that Ye Xiao raised again, looked into the archway, and said with a smile: "It's time to get down to business."

"After finishing business, go to eat supper, I'll treat you."