When I answered the phone, there was a vulgar man's voice: "Hey, Lao Liu, where did you die?"

As soon as I heard the voice, I immediately knew who it was. He was a mutual friend of Li Damin and I. We were both classmates in college. This kid claimed that his second son was very big and he was the boss in their dormitory, so we all called him Big Second.

The eldest son and Li Damin are three-generation friends. Our grandfathers served in the army together, and our fathers went to the countryside together. We cooperate with each other in family business. Our relationship is much better than that between Li Damin and I. We grew up playing together.

The eldest son has now inherited his father's company and has become the young boss. He wears suits and leather shoes every day, has shiny hair, and goes to various business and social occasions. He is really a man of great influence.

I haven't had much contact with him since college. We are not close friends and have nothing to talk to. Even if he is a billionaire, I will not piss on him.

I was so frightened by the phone call that I almost had a heart attack. I said angrily: "Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?"

"Do you know where Li Damin died?" he asked.

This kid's mouth was not normal. When he opened or closed his mouth, he said "death". I said angrily: "I don't know."

"Come on, don't you know that you two are always together. Okay, no one cares about your bad things. Isn't it like this that Li Damin can't be contacted now? Their family is very worried, they just have such a precious son. He

Mom found me and asked me if I knew my whereabouts. I was afraid that the old man would get angry, so I casually said that Li Damin had gone to other places to practice in seclusion. Let’s share the same story. If his family members find you, you can say the same thing.”

If the words "seclusion and cultivation" were applied to other people, they might feel ridiculous, but for Li Damin, this was not the first time.

He is particularly fond of miscellaneous metaphysics. When he was in college, he spent a lot of money to buy some gossip, Heluo pictures, information on catching ghosts and becoming immortals, and ancient relics that were not known to be true or false. He was extremely interested. I once saw his hand

There is a complete set of inner chapters of Baopuzi. It looks exactly like an ancient book. The pages are yellowed and woven with threads. There are flowing calligraphy in traditional Chinese written vertically up and down. I even flipped through it but I can't understand it.

, he heard that it was written by an old immortal named Ge Hong, and it talked about Taoist immortality. Of course, this is not the original work, but a copy from the Republic of China. It took him several days to make this copycat thing.

Thousands, it is said that they were collected in rural areas of Henan during holidays.

Not only did he watch, but he also followed the instructions. When he just graduated from college, he disappeared for half a year, and his family was so worried that they thought he had died in a foreign country or was trapped in some pyramid scheme and could not get out. Half a year later

, he returned home in a dejected state, looking miserable, and the beggars were cleaner than him. He himself said that he had gone to a Taoist temple in Sichuan for the past six months to retreat, saying that he wanted to "understand the great road."

I think he was born in the wrong era. If he had been born in the Qin and Han Dynasties, he might have really been able to cultivate.

I retracted my thoughts, exchanged a few words with Big Brother, and hung up the phone. Being disturbed like this by him, my fear was relieved a lot. I wiped the sweat from my head and cheered secretly. I was just frightened.

Own.

I stepped up my pace, took a few steps and ran up the stairs to the top.

After exiting the stairs, there is a cave here, about more than 100 square meters of space. I shined a flashlight and saw that there were piles of debris in the corner. It seemed to be a small warehouse. I scanned around with the flashlight and saw two iron doors on the opposite wall.

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The iron door must be very old. It is rusty and the red paint on the surface has peeled off in many places. There are several circles of iron chains wrapped around the handle in the middle of the iron door, and a large lock is hung on it. The most bizarre thing is that on the iron door

It looks like something is written in black ink.

I walked over slowly and carefully illuminated it with a flashlight. I saw that there were twists and turns written on it: "Do not open the roof at your own risk because of danger." The strokes were twisted like those written by a child. Too much ink was used, and the ink followed the strokes.

When it flows down, it looks particularly terrifying.

I walked to the iron door and pushed it gently with my hands. I heard a few sharp "creak" sounds, and the iron door was barely pushed open through a gap. I wanted to continue pushing, but my hands were tightly tied by the iron chain.

I couldn't push it anymore. I held the handle, squinted my eyes, and looked in through the gap.

The cold wind kept blowing in, making me shiver all over. It was so dark inside that I couldn't see my fingers and couldn't see anything.

There was deathly silence all around. I looked at it for a while and really didn't dare to look anymore. I slowly closed the open iron door. I took a long breath and comforted myself. It's nothing. Let's go back to sleep.

Before leaving, I scanned around again with my flashlight and found nothing unusual, so I was about to go downstairs. At this moment, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

In my impression, there seems to be no ceiling here.

Of course this is impossible. It's so cold and windy outside now, but it's so warm here. It's absolutely impossible to do it in the open air.

Thinking of this, I slowly raised my head and shined a flashlight on it. It was okay not to look at it, but I felt a little creepy when I looked at it.

The design of this building is indeed very weird. It's not that there is no ceiling, but the ceiling is extremely high, at least six or seven meters above the ground.

In an ordinary building, one floor is about three meters long, but the ceiling here is two stories high. Not only is it high, but the shape is a bit weird. The highest edge of the ceiling is in a trapezoidal shape, as if it was built in the open air first.

On the top floor, a slightly larger ceiling was built to cover the entire outside.

The overall shape of the ceiling is a long strip. Do you know what I thought of? I thought of coffins and coffins.

There is no need to explain the coffin. It is a device for burying the dead. Many people may not know that the coffin is the outer coffin outside the coffin, which is equivalent to another large coffin placed outside the coffin. In ancient times, the coffin showed status.

, it is not something that ordinary people can use if they want to.

I'm just an ordinary white-collar worker who doesn't know anything about Feng Shui. My only source of knowledge is the half-baked tomb-robbing novels on the Internet.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand, but subconsciously I feel that there must be something wrong with this building. Many details of the design are contrary to common sense. As the saying goes, abnormal things are monsters. This place is so weird and eerie, could it have something to do with Ma Danlong?

The more I thought about it, the more unfathomable it became, completely beyond my knowledge and imagination. I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. I didn't realize it was so late, so I had better go back to bed.

Just when I was about to leave, I suddenly saw something in the corner. There were so many clutter, and the reason why the thing caught my eye was because it seemed to resemble a person.

I took a photo with my flashlight and found out it was a doll.

I walked over and picked it up. This doll looked very scary. It was wrapped tightly with white tape all over the body. It looked like a mummy, with many pins densely inserted into its body.

I was so frightened that I let go and the doll fell to the ground. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I often watch horror movies, so I still have some common sense. This doll looked so weird. Could it be a voodoo villain?

This kind of voodoo villain has been used by basically every evil cult. It was used by the prince in the palace of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in China. It was used by Thailand in the top ten evil arts of Southeast Asia. It was used by the Haitian voodoo cult. It was also used by the primitive tribes of Africa.

They have all been used. To put it simply, this weird rag doll can reflect other people's souls, and the person who casts the spell can dispose of it at will even if he is thousands of miles away.

All in all, this thing exudes a kind of sinister evil.

Under the light spot of the flashlight, the voodoo villain was lying face down on the ground, with his body arched high by the needles inserted into him. For a moment, he felt as if he was alive.

This thing made people feel so nervous that they couldn't tell what it was like. I fiddled with it with my feet, and the little man turned over and turned on its back. What happened was that I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some words written on it.

I knelt down and took a closer look. On the villain's face, two words were written vertically on the villain's face with a red dye of unknown origin: Guan Feng.

It looks like it should be a male name. Who could do this to curse a person in such a vicious way? Guan Feng, I muttered silently, you brother, please wish yourself well.

The more I looked at this thing, the more damn awkward it became. The person who did this lacked great virtue. I was so evil that I kicked the villain away, and it spun into a dark corner and disappeared.

When I came down from upstairs, I was covered in sweat and exhausted, as if I had just come out of a sauna. I dragged myself to the door, unlocked it and walked in. The hall was dark, and I didn't bother to turn on the light. I sat on the shabby room.

On the sofa, I kept stroking my face.

All I could think about was the bandaged doll. The more I thought about it, the more disgusting I became, and my stomach was churning. I couldn't control it anymore, so I rushed to the toilet and vomited.
Chapter completed!