infinite danger

Chapter 20 What kind of knife is this

"Are you looking for your way?"

The woman in the white dress had pale skin, and there was no wind here, but her white skirt was fluttering gently. She pushed her waist-length hair back and asked Ji Siwei with a smile.

After the old man's incident, Ji Siwei became more prepared. He knew that the third floor seemed to be a taboo here, so he didn't answer her, but just shook his head.

"I'm familiar with this place, I can take you there."

The woman in the white dress didn't care about Ji Siwei's indifference, she spoke softly, and took two steps closer.

Her facial features are exquisite, but her skin is a bit weirdly white, and the makeup on her face is also very strange. The closer you get, the more you feel that there is no trace of life in her body.

"No thanks."

Ji Siwei looked at her warily, and stepped back a certain distance.

"I know where you want to go, come with me."

The woman in the white skirt smiled, and her steps towards Ji Siwei became faster. She didn't wear shoes, and her instep was covered with scars and dust. When she took a step, the wound on her foot split an inch, leaving a gaping hole on the floor. Bloody footprints one by one.

"You have a smell that I like..."

Her fingers trembled slightly, and the woman in the white dress showed a complex expression of longing and fear, and her eyes slowly turned red, filled with a layer of blood mist.

This is obviously not the effect that wearing colored contact lenses can show.

She looked so abnormal, Ji Siwei kept stepping back, reached into his backpack with his right hand, and held the fruit knife.

The direction of the woman in the white skirt is the only way to the elevator, and there is no way to avoid it.

"give it to me……"

The girl walked up to him in the blink of an eye, she stretched out her slender arm, trying to touch Ji Siwei's backpack, her movements were unnatural, as stiff as a marionette.

Before her hand touched the backpack, she shrieked as if she had been scalded, and shrank back suddenly.

Red spots appeared on her fingers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly spread to her arms.

Ji Siwei looked at the backpack, but didn't find anything unusual, and didn't know what hurt her.

"Give it to me! Or I'll leave you dead!"

The woman in the white dress held her injured hand, the smile on her face became a little distorted, she looked at Ji Siwei resentfully, she gritted her teeth, her tone was extremely ferocious, her fingers turned into claws.

He hadn't acted rashly before, mainly because he wasn't sure if she was a human or something else, but now that she wanted to take the initiative, Ji Siwei would not be polite.

"Forgiveness is hard to obey."

Without panic, Ji Siwei looked at her calmly, and while speaking, he manipulated the wheelchair to retreat, and quietly pulled out his hand from the bag, with the tip of the knife hanging slightly.

The woman in the white skirt didn't notice his hands, and a few cracks suddenly opened on the left side of her face, revealing half of her bloody face, with turbid blood flowing everywhere, and sharp nails grew out of her pale fingers, ready to be scratched. Xiang Ji Siwei's face.

The next moment, a red light flashed, the fruit knife pierced the void, and the tip of the knife severely cut the palm of the unsuspecting woman in white skirt.

She withdrew her hand with a scream, and half of her arm was instantly stained red with blood.

Ji Siwei raised his eyes to look at the blade, only to find that a red totem like a child's graffiti appeared on it at some point, with a faint blood mist lingering on it.

In a moment, blood seeped into the blade and disappeared without a trace.

When going out, it is still an ordinary fruit knife.

I don't know what happened to it, but it suddenly became evil, and it felt hot when I held it in my hand.

The woman in the white skirt was severely injured, and the red spot on her other hand had spread to her shoulder. She stared at Ji Siwei unwillingly, although she didn't make any more moves, she didn't give up either.

"clang……"

There was a sudden and loud ringing of a bell from the back of the corridor.

Hearing this voice, Ji Siwei felt a jolt, and suddenly felt that the stale air became much fresher.

"People come separated by heavy paper, ghosts come separated by mountains...Dang..."

The visitor chanted a long incantation with a long ending, and his tone sounded a little foolish.

The footsteps gradually approached, and the red eyes of the woman in the white skirt suddenly filled her entire eye sockets. She looked around with an expression of extreme horror, trying to find out who made the sound.

"Qian Xie can't get it out, Wan Xie can't get it out...dang..."

The man said lazily again.

The understatement of the spell set off an invisible wave in the air. The woman in the white dress covered her ears and wailed, her body twisted and struggled continuously, and her limbs gradually became transparent, as if the whole person was about to disappear.

Glancing at her hands, she didn't dare to stay any longer, she turned over the railing with all her strength, and jumped down the stairs.

The white skirt unscrewed in the air, and she plunged straight into the atrium floor, turned into a puff of black smoke, and disappeared.

Ji Siwei looked back, only to see Shi Shiran appearing around the corner.

This man looked to be in his early twenties, tall, with a handsome face, and his eyes seemed to be carefully drawn out with a fine brush. He was carrying a big bag, holding a can of beer in one hand, and a bell in the other, and walked slowly to the door. By Ji Siwei's side.

"Yo, pretty boy, are you also here to cultivate?"

The young man lowered his head and took a sip of his beer, then smiled at Ji Siwei, looking completely defenseless.

"No."

Ji Siwei replied politely.

This young man easily forced the woman in the white skirt away, so he must not be an ordinary person.

"You brought in something dangerous." The young man looked at Ji Siwei, shook the beer bottle, and laughed heartlessly: "It's easy to attract bees and butterflies."

Ji Siwei: "..."

What kind of trick is this?

I don't know which teacher this guy learned Chinese from, so he should remake it.

The young man seemed to just mention it casually, and he didn't show any curiosity about the "dangerous things" Ji Siwei carried. Instead, he stared intently at the red fruit knife in Ji Siwei's hand for a while.

"Liangzi, what kind of knife is this?"

The young man rubbed his chin and asked enthusiastically.

"fruit knife."

Ji Siwei said.

"Oh, this fruit knife of yours is too murderous, too fierce, too fierce." The young man raised his chin as he said, "Put out the knife, and I will help you to cross it. Don't worry, its lethality will not change. Low, will only strengthen."

The knife in his hand was really evil, and the temperature of Ji Siwei's hand holding the knife became very low, and a thin layer of frost formed on the back of his hand.Afraid that using it for a long time would affect his body, he stretched out the knife without much hesitation.

The young man suppressed the smile on his face, took out a yellow talisman from the big bag behind his back, put his index finger and middle finger together, and twisted it lightly, the talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, and a bright red flame rose.

The young man opened his mouth, muttered something in a low voice, and wiped the blade with a talisman.

The fire and the talisman disappeared out of thin air, and the red totem on the blade suddenly turned into a dazzling gold.

The frost on Ji Siwei's hands melted and turned into tiny drops of water, and a warmth rushed to his palms.

At the same time, Ji Siwei's backpack moved suddenly, as if kicked by something small.

There was a boy's dissatisfied cold snort in his heart.

Ji Siwei suddenly understood how the totem on the fruit knife came about.

It turned out that the little puppet got it up for him.

The power that burned the fingers of the woman in the white skirt must have also come from it.

I always feel that after the puppet comes out of the real world, its strength is much stronger than when it was in the dungeon.

For the current Ji Siwei, this change is equivalent to an extra bargaining chip for survival, but there is no joy on his face.

"Where are you going?"

The young man patted the ashes on his hands, and asked in a light tone.

"Negative third floor."

Ji Siwei didn't hide anything. Since this young man dared to hang out in Tianwan Square at this time, he must know a lot of information.

"Where are you going...I will go later..." The young man was not very surprised by the answer, he rubbed his nose, his tone remained unchanged: "We will meet again by fate, if you are still there when I go If you are alive hahaha..."

"You know the negative third floor."

Ji Siwei looked at the young man, and for the first time there was a wave in his clean and moist eyes.

"Why, do you want to inquire about the news with me?"

The young man looked at Ji Siwei condescendingly, and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Yes."

Ji Siwei readily admitted.

"Do you know the rumors that there are eight coffins buried in Tianwan Square?"

The corner of the young man's mouth moved slightly, and he asked with a smile.

Ji Siwei nodded.

"Then I won't go into details." The young man leaned on the railing and looked down, his gaze falling vaguely on the round collage floor tiles in the center of the atrium: "The rumors are true."

"This is where the dragon's veins are, but it's a pity that it's located on top of the eight dragon teeth. The dragon teeth are too fierce, and if they are not suppressed, they will easily cause disaster. The coffin was buried on top of the eight dragon teeth, and there was a period of peace here."

"But in the 90s, when the Tianwan Square was being built, the eight coffins were dug out. When the eight coffins suppressed the evil formation, the souls of the eight villains escaped from the confinement, and the dragon became violent. This place is also a place for gathering yin, It attracts the lonely and wild ghosts nearby to come here, and more and more grievances gather, and over time, it becomes a haunted area."

"Accidents happened one after another on the construction site. The developer had no choice but to invite an expert to come and look at Fengshui. Finally, it was decided to change the architectural pattern here, that is, to build two basement floors on the original basis."

Having said that, the young man pointed down with his fingertips, and said quietly:

"The second floor is reserved for lonely ghosts, and the third floor is reserved for the eight villains. With a place of belonging, they will not wander around on the ground and harm people."

"So strictly speaking, Tianwan Plaza is indeed a haunted house."

Ji Siwei was silent for a while, then followed the young man's finger to look: "Is this method useful?"

"Treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If it is really useful, why do things keep happening here? Many people die every year."

The young man turned and leaned against the railing, took a sip of beer slowly, the bell swayed slightly, making a clear but not loud sound, calming the mind for no reason.

"However, I have heard another kind of rumor, which is relatively small." The young man squeezed the beer bottle and glanced sideways at Ji Siwei: "It is said that after the master buried eight coffins, he predicted that something would happen in a hundred years. In order to restrain the Eight Evil Ones, a spiritual object was buried in the center of the formation. But then the Spiritual Object disappeared inexplicably, and the Eight Evil Ones lost their restraint."

Ji Siwei's heart moved, and his clear and bright eyebrows seemed to be shining: "What spiritual thing?"

"I don't know." The young man shook his head: "But I know that the situation in front of us can be balanced only by finding the lost spiritual objects."

"Since you know there are eight villains on the third floor, why are you going there?"

Ji Siwei looked at him quietly, although his tone was always gentle and gentle, the questions he asked were somewhat sharp.

"Go to practice." The young man smiled and rang the bell: "I'm leaving. One last reminder to you..."

"Little boy, people and ghosts go their separate ways, keep the evil spirits by your side, and be careful of being backlashed."