I rolled down the car window and looked out. There was a whole night market outside. I recognized where it was. Turning a street, I saw a magnificent five-star hotel and a city center filled with various high-end shopping malls and clubs. It was really amazing.

It occurred to me that there is another cave just across the street.

There are dilapidated roads in front of you, and the surrounding neighborhoods can be called slums, with sewage flowing across the ground, but they are also very lively. There is an almost invisible end of the night market street, with dozens of stalls selling spicy hotpot, mutton skewers, and various special snacks.

, in addition to selling food, they also sell clothes, toys, and household goods. People come and go, frying and cooking, not to mention the excitement.

I was wondering if this place would be a ghost land. Qin Dan had already found a place to park the car. The little girl spoke and acted very competently: "Let's go, Lao Liu, get out of the car."

I had no choice but to get out of the car and pull Li Damin out of the back seat. When I touched his hand, my heart skipped a beat. It was cold and there was no warmth at all. Could this man really be dead?

I reluctantly carried him on my back while Qin Dan locked the car, took the address sheet and headed to the night market to look for it. I followed closely behind.

Qin Dan stopped pedestrians from time to time and asked about the location. Some people looked at the address and then looked at her with strange expressions, pointing in the direction with an inexplicable smile.

How is this going

We turned in at an intersection at the night market and detoured a few streets. Qin Dan was probably leading the way. If it were me, a road addict, I would be dizzy.

"It should be here." Qin Dan said.

I raised my head and was shocked. It was a dilapidated building. It looked like it was built in the 1970s and 1980s. It had several floors, with mottled walls and exposed cement. What was even more unexpected was that

, a flashing electronic sign hung on the window sill on the second floor, which read: Peng Lai Hotel.

While we were hesitating, a large group of migrant workers came over, chatting and laughing. They all looked like they had just returned from the night market and were drunk. They were carrying hard hats that were so dirty that their original color could not be seen, and they were talking with their arms around their necks. We quickly got out of the way.

The migrant workers glanced at us and entered the small building one after another.

I'm a little confused, why do migrant workers usually stay in hotels? No matter how cheap it is, it only costs forty or fifty a night. How much do they earn in a month?

At this time, several more painted women came over. They were wearing black stockings, long boots, and small vests on their upper bodies in the cold weather. Each of them led a wretched man and sneaked into the small building.

This is obviously a prostitute. No wonder those people had such strange expressions when Qin Dan asked for directions just now.

What kind of hell is this place? Migrant workers sleep, young ladies take jobs, and perform rituals to summon spirits. I became more and more interested. Qin Dan and I were about to walk in when we heard someone calling our names.

When I looked back, I saw it was Li Yang. He was holding a long scroll of paintings and ran over panting: "You're right, it's right here."

"That's it, you're pretty fast." I said.

"Afraid of delaying things, I took a taxi back and forth and ran all over the place. Since it's right, let's go in."

Entering the small building, you are faced with a dark staircase. When you go up to the second floor, there is a completely different world. The entire second floor is a large hall. It is very empty and dilapidated. There are wood residues, broken clubs and so on scattered on the ground.

It looks desolate and desolate. It is estimated that a billiards room should have been opened here a long time ago.

There are two entrances to the lobby on the second floor. One entrance is a staircase, which is where migrant workers and ladies go up. It seems to be a residence. The other entrance is a broken door, open, and it is dark outside, dimly illuminated by the moonlight.

You can see the shadow of the building, which is eerie.

Li Yangnu pursed his lips: "Old Liu, go out and smoke a bag of cigarettes."

I put Li Damin in a dark corner, with Qin Dan watching over me. The two of us walked out of the broken door. When we came outside, there was a cold wind. I looked up and looked around, and I was shocked. Here is the

The large courtyard is surrounded by tall residential buildings. Each of these buildings is estimated to be around seven or eight floors. It is completely dark, with not a single room having a light on. It is lifeless. It can be seen that this place has been abandoned for a long time.

I took out the cigarette and handed it to Li Yang, and found that his hand was trembling. Li Yang took a deep breath, lit the cigarette, and said tremblingly: "Yes, this is where I was attached to Lin Xia, and I came here." He did it smoothly.

Pointing to the stairs of an abandoned building in the distance: "That's where Ma Danlong picked me up."

A gust of cold wind blew by, sending chills all over my body. When I looked back at Li Damin, there was no light in that corner. He was hidden in the darkness and could only see one arm hanging down on the ground.

"There really is such a ghost place." I murmured.

Li Yang took a few puffs of cigarette, sniffed, walked to the wall, unbuttoned his belt and peeed. I was too lazy to look at him, turned around and walked back to the hall. Qin Dan was playing with his phone with his head down alone. I didn't disturb her and followed a few people.

Behind the back of a migrant worker, he went up the stairs to another entrance.

After going up there, I discovered that the place was divided into two roads, one leading to the Penglai Hotel and the other leading to the place where the migrant workers lived. I was not interested in the hotel where the lady stayed, so I followed the migrant workers into the place where they lived. I don’t know it unless I see it.

It sank. The migrant workers occupied one of the dilapidated buildings on the four sides. Most of the rooms had no doors or windows, with simple iron bunk beds, tattered sheets and clothes, and a choking smell. On such a cold day,

They just nailed wooden boards to the empty window sills to protect themselves from the wind, and huddled together wrapped in thick clothes to keep warm. There was also a stove burning in the room.

I am not a kid from a rich family, but I am from an ordinary family, but I have never seen such a scene. There is garbage everywhere, the stench is high, and every face shows ignorance and numbness. When they saw me, their eyes showed cunning and

It was vicious, and he was laughing strangely. My scalp was numb, and I quickly got out of it.

When I came down the stairs, I saw Li Yang chatting with Qin Dan. Seeing that my expression was wrong, they asked what was wrong.

I patted my chest and said, "This is really a fucking ghost land."

"That's right, this is a ghost land." Ma Danlong's voice came from behind. He strode over, followed by Tong Suo, carrying a bulging bag on his back, with a very painful expression on his face.

Ma Danlong said: "This place was originally a residential area for workers' families of a large state-owned factory. Thirty years ago, a tragic fire broke out here. The fire burned for a whole night and a whole day, killing hundreds of people, many

People are killed in their dreams. If you are willing, you can check the news from that year. Oh, I forgot, the specific information about the fire that year has been completely blocked, and many details may have been lost in the long river of history."

"Then how do you know?" Qin Dan asked.

Ma Danlong's eyes were misty: "Later, this place became the most famous ghost town in the city. Many horrific things happened, and many people claimed to have seen ghosts. I came here to perform a ritual to save the souls of unjust dead people, but I was just doing my best.

That’s all. There are still many lonely ghosts wandering around this place.”

We looked at each other in shock and felt numb in our hearts. I asked: "If that's the case, why don't the relevant departments demolish it and rebuild it?"

"Haha," Ma Danlong laughed: "We have demolished the ground here several times, but all failed. Once the demolition was completed, a ghostly wind would blow through. Once, the iron sheets of the construction site fence were blown up more than ten meters high, and the construction site was razed to the ground.

Just to demolish this place, at least five people died and countless others were injured. So it was shelved."

I looked upstairs and said, "This is a haunted place, and the conditions are so bad, why are these migrant workers allowed to live here?"

Ma Danlong said: "If they don't live here, how can they be kicked out to sleep on the streets?"

I was speechless.

"Being next to ghosts is hell on earth." Ma Danlong said: "If you have discerning eyes, you can see how many evil ghosts are roaming the streets under the bright lights and feasting."

We heard it chillingly, and Tongsuo asked: "Master Ma, will you do the trick in a while? Those ghosts won't cause trouble, right?"

Ma Danlong said: "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

He was in the middle of what he was talking about, but when he was interrupted, he lost interest and asked us what time it was.

"Nine forty, it will be ten o'clock soon." Qin Dan looked at his watch and said.

Ma Danlong nodded: "The practice will officially start at eleven o'clock. There is still time now, let's get ready first." According to his instructions, I carried Li Damin on my back, Tong Suo carried the big bag, Qin Dan and Li Yang followed.

, Ma Danlong leads the way.

There was almost no light in the big yard, it was pitch black everywhere, and the ground was covered with rubble and bricks. We stumbled as we walked, and we would stumble if we didn't pay attention.

This place was already eerie. Li Damin on my back was like an ice cube with no breath at all. I got goosebumps all over my body: "Brother Ma, is Li Damin really dead? Why is his body getting colder and colder?"

.”

Ma Danlong looked at it and said: "Actually, he is a dead person now. His soul is not there, and his body is an empty shell. What is the difference between him and a dead person? The well in the Yin-Yang Temple is an extremely yin place, and the yin evil energy emitted can protect the body.

An inappropriate metaphor, like a freezer. Now you just take it out. Although his body is wrapped in secret medicine, but without the cold air, it will still lose its vitality and gradually decay. I'm afraid that after tonight, Li Damin thought

There’s no way I can come back.”

"Ah" I shouted: "Brother Ma, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I advised you to think twice. You had to retrieve the body, and you said so affectionately, what can I do. The current situation is like this, if you can bring back Li Damin's soul tonight, he will continue to live.

If you can’t call me back”

"He's dead?" Li Yang asked.

"It would be better if he died." Ma Danlong said: "If he has not completed his cultivation and cannot come back to life, his soul will be scattered, and he will not be able to become a lonely ghost."

We looked at each other, Qin Dan said: "His soul can be stored in the painting, how could he be so serious?"

"That painting," Ma Danlong shook his head: "What you don't understand is that it is actually very dangerous. Li Damin wants to use the painting to practice, and the painting is also condensing his soul."

This is simply incredible.

Ma Danlong said: "That painting has a history of thousands of years, and its origin is mysterious. The reason why it still looks as new as ever is because it can absorb people's souls, lock them in, and condense them. It is actually the most vicious magic weapon in the world.

"

Li Yang suddenly became angry: "If that's the case, why did you bring Li Damin in?"

Ma Danlong shrugged: "I have made these things clear to Li Damin in advance, but he insists on practicing painting. The path is his own choice. Although this painting is dangerous, it can be used in different ways. It can create virtual reality and form

The state of delusion can also provide various tests. All roads lead to Rome, and becoming an immortal does not necessarily require dismemberment. Concentrating one's soul in painting is also in love."

As we talked, we entered the abandoned building. The corridors were overgrown with weeds, garbage was everywhere, spider webs were everywhere, there was a thick layer of dust everywhere, and a choking smell hit our noses.

Shining a light with his flashlight, he saw that there were strips of yellow warning lines scattered on the ground, and they were all full of footprints. Ma Danlong explained that young people who don’t know whether they live or die often come here to explore.

Tongsuo and Li Yang looked at each other. It was a disgrace to their lantern alliance that they didn't know about such a top-notch adventure place.

I used a flashlight to shine upstairs. The stairs were dark and winding upwards, with no light.

Ma Danlong walked in front, and we followed cautiously. It was really difficult to walk here. The ground was covered with broken bricks and tiles, and even the remains of wood with big nails sticking out. If you step on it carefully, even thick shoes can penetrate it.

.

At the stairway on the second floor, I encountered something that really frightened me.

At the top of the stairs, someone unknown used bright red dye to write a huge Chinese character "鬼" on the wall. The character was extremely ugly and crooked, but the strokes were vigorous and sinister, and the excess dye flowed down the strokes.
To be continued...