Chapter 183 Under the bed, the shadow penetrates the heart
The loud noise came suddenly, and the gray shadow became clearer.
The moment the sound sounded, everyone in the live broadcast room subconsciously held their breath and were very curious about what was under the bed!
The approachable man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "There should be nothing under my bed."
There are two large drawers under the ordinary bed, and the drawers are quite huge.
When the sound sounded, Wen Guanren also moved cautiously to the drawer, frowning and staring.
Bang bang bang!
The violent noises don't stop and will start from time to time.
Wen Yiren glanced at the camera and asked Tang Sanmu if he should open the drawer.
After Tang Sanmu nodded, he said: "Push away, but you must be mentally prepared."
The approachable man nodded, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and pulled the drawer open.
Before he could react, there was already an uproar in the live broadcast room.
"Holy shit, can I see this? I'm torn apart!"
"What's going on? Could it be that you, the device friend, have been sleeping with this thing on you during this time?"
"Friend Qi, I guess you will have psychological shadows in the rest of your life, right? This is really terrifying..."
Everyone was sending messages in surprise, but the reason why Wen Guanren had no expression was because he had his eyes closed.
People's subconscious reaction is that although they open the drawer with their own hands, they don't dare to open their eyes and look.
After slowly opening his eyes, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but take two steps back and collapsed on the ground.
"How...how could this happen..."
In the drawer, there was actually a dark corpse. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell it was a corpse.
The whole body is as black as ink, and it is as shriveled as dead wood, which is extremely weird.
And now the corpse is also in an extremely twisted posture and is stuffed into a drawer.
Even though it is difficult to recognize, the ferocious expression is still visible.
I can feel the panic and anxiety he felt when he was dying.
"Zhang Xian...why is he here? Didn't he go home to worship his ancestors?"
After seeing the corpse, the friends were surprised, but when the name Zhang Xian was mentioned, the friends showed no surprise.
After all, Tang Sanmu had laid the groundwork just now, letting everyone know that since there was a body, it must be Zhang Xian or Wang Peng.
Tang Sanmu's gentle and approachable words did not receive a reply. At this time, he growled lowly, mustered up his courage, and gritted his teeth to open the other drawer.
Sure enough, the same huddled corpse, the same darkness, the same hideous face.
This, of course, is Wang Peng.
The gray shadow does not appear to the naked eye or the lens, but can only appear in the mirror.
But at this moment, hoarse laughter and crunching sounds came from the side.
It sounded like fingernails scratching on a blackboard.
Wen Jinren subconsciously glanced in the direction of the sound. White marks appeared on the wall at some point.
It turned out to be just scratched out by nails.
Guanren came to the mirror again, and the gray shadow was still beside him.
The black threads were still trembling, because the trembling of the black threads affected the two corpses.
Let the corpse twitch in the cabinet and make a sound.
"What exactly is this noise? Why are the bodies moving? Why are they both dead? Why are the bodies in my home?"
"Those black lines are the manifestation of the hatred in your heart, and these black lines are affecting the corpse.
So when the black line trembles, the body will also move.
Qiyou, if I say this, can you understand?" Miki responded.
"That is to say, it was the hatred in my heart that killed them? But even though I had resentment in my heart, I never wanted to let them die!
In the workplace, no one dares to be angry or speak out! How can you kill them?!"
The common man was hysterical. After talking like this, he suddenly knelt on the ground.
Crying: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for these two people!"
Tang Sanmu said: "Actually, this matter is also my fault. If it weren't for me, this matter would never have been discovered.
If it weren't for me, your hatred wouldn't be exposed to everyone.
If it weren't for me, you would still be the good gentleman in people's eyes."
The approachable man quickly shook his head: "No, Master Tang, how can I blame you?"
But just as Tang Sanmu said these words, the bells around him began to ring.
In the mirror, the black lines on Guanrenren's body extended several more times, and this time they were shaking very hard.
Golden Requiem: What is going on? There are more black lines on the friendly tool friends!
I am Little Pineapple: Moreover, there are inexplicable movements coming from Master Tang. Is there any connection between the two?
Nether Mania: It seems that the few words Master Tang just said were intentional, to guide the negative emotions in men's hearts.
Nether Mania: As long as there is a moment of negative emotions towards Master Tang, the murderous thing will go directly to Master Tang.
Tang Sanmu heard the bell ringing softly and felt a cool breeze.
He smiled faintly: "He is indeed here. It seems to have saved me a lot of trouble."
After he finished speaking, Tang Sanmu took out a Bagua Mirror from his pocket and threw it out.
It was placed on the table right in front of the window. There was a shelf under the Bagua mirror to keep it at an inclined angle.
It just reflects the moonlight and casts it on the ground. The faint moonlight seems to cast a layer of light and shadow on the ground.
Tang Sanmu turned off the lights, but the moonlight was so bright that he couldn't feel the darkness at all.
He held the sword in his hand, and the cool breeze blew by, moving his clothes.
"When the clouds rise and the moon comes, the yin and yang move, and shadowless things appear before my eyes!"
After the words fell, under the camera, a gray-white shadow instantly appeared in front of Tang Sanmu's eyes, meeting his eyes.
This time, everyone finally saw clearly that the gray figure turned out to be a paper man with a ferocious face.
There seemed to be a smile on his face, his long hair was dancing wildly, and his eyes were red.
The body is agile and elegant, as if swaying in the wind.
It is clearly a paper figure and should have a physical form, but it is invisible to the naked eye.
Only under Tang Sanmu's magic can it be revealed.
Tang Sanmu looked at the paper man, and then said unhurriedly: "This thing will follow the negative emotions in your heart.
When you hate a person in your heart, he will follow your heart and kill for you.
At the same time, you also need to bear huge karma, and the ulcers on your body are caused by karma."
Then he paused and said in a deep voice: "This is what I saw on your face just now, the palace of fate was shrouded in black clouds.
There seems to be signs of relying on the power of the netherworld to kill."
Naturally, these words were meant for Wen Jinren, who still kept his kneeling posture and said with trembling lips: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, Master Tang.
You have been helping me, but in the moment just now, what you said did make me feel a little resentful towards you.
I...I really don’t know how I turned into such a beast!"
Tang Sanmu shook his head: "There is no need for this, and you are extremely resentful, bringing this thing under my nose.
Next, you have to continue to hate me. No matter how you think about it, you must keep this resentment.
Otherwise, this thing will run away."
As he said that, Tang Sanmu grabbed a piece of yellow cloth and threw it out.
After the yellow cloth broke away from Tang Sanmu's hand, it was like a giant dragon, making a whirring sound and flying straight towards the paper man.
There was dancing here, and Tang Sanmu didn't stop. He picked up the brush and dipped it in cinnabar.
While running, Tang Sanmu drew runes on the yellow cloth to the rhythm of the dancing yellow cloth.
"The golden dragon falls from the sky, and its brilliance descends into the underworld!"
After the words fell and the talisman was completed, Tang Sanmu stood still, made hand seals with both hands, and finally ended with the sword fingers of both hands merging.
Immediately afterwards, the yellow cloth wrapped the paper man directly!