The sudden banging on the door startled me, and I subconsciously took a few steps back, holding my chest and taking a few deep breaths.
But the strange thing is that the banging on the door has stopped, but I can feel that there must be something outside the door...
"Who?"
I asked, but didn't get any response.
I paused and was about to open the door, but suddenly I remembered that when I checked in at noon, the cleaning lady reminded me that the public security here was not good and asked me not to open the door casually.
Just when I was hesitating whether to open the door, I heard the crisp sound of bowl knocking outside the door again...
"Ding...ding...ding"
This time I heard it really clearly, the sound was clearly at the door of my room!
My heart moved, and I understood something instantly, so I turned back to the bed and put my backpack on my shoulders, then came to the door and gently twisted the door handle.
With a creak, the door was slowly pushed open. I looked intently and saw that there was nothing in the dim corridor. Just when I wanted to go out and take a closer look, I unexpectedly found a bowl on the ground by the door...
The bowl contained less than half a bowl of rice. The rice was uncooked, and a red chopstick stuck straight in the uncooked rice.
I bent down, frowned, and stared at the bowl of rice without blinking.
"Grave meal..."
This meal is naturally for the dead!
After a little hesitation, I brought the rice into the room. Strangely, the red chopsticks standing in the middle of the uncooked rice did not fall over or even sway.
I put the bowl on the table opposite the bed, then closed the curtains and turned off the lights. Because the room I lived in was on the east side of the second floor, the lighting was not good. In addition, it was getting late, so I closed the curtains again.
The curtains were closed, so the room was very dark, no different from night time.
I stretched, lay on the bed again, and then quietly reached into my backpack to take out the yin-yang mirror.
But I touched something slippery and hard. I didn't pay much attention to it. I continued to fumble and took out the Yin-Yang mirror, and pressed it quietly under the pillow. Then I brewed my emotions for a while, then slowly closed my eyes and prepared.
sleep.
The room fell into a deathly silence...
I don't know how much time passed, but there was a faint "clattering" sound from the end of the bed. Because it was too quiet, the sound seemed to be right in my ears.
I slowly slowed down my breathing rate, raised my ears and listened carefully...
"Wow, wow, wow..."
My body trembled, and I realized that the sound was from the bowl of rice on the table. It was like someone reaching into the bowl and rubbing the uncooked rice.
I carefully put my hand under the pillow, slowly pulled out the Yin-Yang mirror and pointed it towards the table at the end of the bed, then squinted my eyes and looked at the mirror. The bowl on the table was reflected in the small mirror.
In the darkness, I discovered that the upright chopsticks in the bowl were gone, and grains of rice were constantly overflowing from the bowl and falling on the table, making bursts of crunching sounds...
I was suspicious, and when I took a closer look, I was immediately surprised!
I saw something slowly come out of the bowl. After a few seconds, I hurriedly pressed the mirror and stopped looking at it, because I could already tell that what came out of the bowl was a woman's hair.
"This room is indeed not clean!"
At this moment, the sound of the rice falling had disappeared, indicating that the thing had completely come out of the bowl, and I could feel that the thing had come to my bedside and was looking down at me.
.
I felt that the time had come, so I suddenly took out the yin-yang mirror and looked at the bedside. I saw a woman with disheveled hair and a pale face standing beside the bed in the mirror!
This woman was wearing a large white dress and stood beside the bed like a wooden stake. She lowered her head and her long black hair blocked her face. Seeing me making a move, she suddenly raised her head and suddenly
Saw the mirror in my hand!
The most taboo thing for ghosts is to see what they looked like when they died, so they have a natural fear of mirrors, especially ghosts who have just died and have low moral conduct.
So after seeing the mirror in my hand, the female ghost immediately screamed, covered her face and ran towards the door.
I immediately stood up and threw a red thread around her neck. I pulled her hard and pulled her in front of me. Maybe I used too much force, so the female ghost kept tearing her neck with both hands.
The red thread on my body wants to break free.
This made her already ferocious face even more terrifying!
Just when I was about to use the soul-fixing talisman to immobilize her, I suddenly saw a black rope on her wrist, like a bracelet. I immediately remembered something and immediately reached out and put the soul-fixing talisman on her wrist.
On her forehead.
The female ghost finally stopped struggling and stood there motionless, staring at me with malicious eyes.
I looked at her pale face and found that apart from the lack of blood, she was a pretty girl, but there was a mass of resentment on her forehead that was so thick that it couldn't be dispelled!
She cannot hide her resentment in her body, but can only reveal it. This shows that this female ghost's Taoism is very limited, and her death time should not exceed a month.
Thinking of this, I asked:
"Tell me, how did you die?"
The female ghost stared at me, but did not answer my question.
"It's a pity to die at such a young age. However, instead of going to the underworld to report, you stayed in this hotel to harm people. It seems you don't want to be reincarnated?!"
The tone of my words became a little more serious,
This is what my master taught me. The most direct way to frighten these ghosts who have just died and lingered in the world is to threaten them with the inability to reincarnate. This is usually very useful.
Sure enough, after hearing what I said, the female ghost's face suddenly showed a look of fear and hesitation. Seeing this, I hurriedly asked:
"How did you die?!"
The female ghost's mouth opened slightly, opening and closing to say something, but she couldn't make any sound. I looked at her suspiciously and asked tentatively:
"You can't speak?"
The female ghost nodded first, then shook her head, raised her wrist and pointed at the black rope she was wearing. She was very excited, and the resentment on her forehead began to slowly surge!
I frowned and understood something instantly, so I took out the copper coins from my backpack and cut off the black rope on her wrist with all my strength.
With a "pop" sound, the black rope fell to the ground.
The female ghost's expression changed and she immediately knelt down on the ground.
"Thank you, Archmage, for saving me!"
When I saw this, I quickly turned aside and waved my hand:
"Don't kneel to me. Masters are not worshiped by ghosts. You will reduce my virtue."
After hearing what I said, the female ghost stood up quickly, and her sinister expression before became calmer.
I picked up the black rope from the ground, looked at it for a moment, and asked:
"Does this soul-locking knot belong to the innkeeper?"
The female ghost nodded,
"I have been locked here with his soul-locking knot for almost a month..."
