Chen Hai's words seemed to make sense, and he looked equally confident.
But in fact, this is just his guess.
Is this really the case? He himself is not completely sure.
Someone took out their watch and checked the time. It was only midnight now, which was still a little short of one o'clock in the morning.
From now on, it will be at least three or four hours until the rooster crows in the morning.
If you are immersed in playing cards and having fun, this little time may pass easily.
But now, for everyone who lives like a year, even thirty or forty minutes feels very long.
"Chen Hai, do we really have no way to leave this ghost place?"
Everyone looked at each other, but it was Lin Lan who spoke at this moment.
If someone else had raised this question, Chen Hai might have pretended not to have heard it, but since Lin Lan had spoken, he still needed to respond more or less!
"The weirdest thing in this house is definitely the mahjong set!"
"Want to leave here? OK, burn that mahjong set on fire. Maybe we can really get out of trouble."
After tilting his head and thinking for a long time, Chen Hai opened his mouth and suggested.
In fact, he is optimistic about his suggestion.
After all, in his opinion, the yang energy gathered by the eight of them together was not too weak in the first place.
And that spirit of obsession has the ability to trap so many of them in this wooden house. Its strength must not be underestimated.
Can you break the game just by playing mahjong? Is this possible?
"Burning mahjong? Can this thing be lit?" Chen Hai had just finished speaking, and someone had already spoken to question it.
"Silly, aren't there plastic bags and bottles among the things we brought here? These things can easily cause fire!"
"You can also find some rotten benches, rotten wood, etc. inside the house."
"With the few candles we have left, how can we light a bonfire? Isn't that difficult?"
Before Chen Hai responded, someone among the people present had already proposed a feasible plan.
With the concerted efforts of everyone, the plastic bags and bottles were quickly sorted out.
Several rotten chairs and many broken pieces of wood were knocked out by several boys, and then piled together with the rotten wood found in the house.
Hu Zhiyong picked up the candle and was about to light the bonfire when a gust of wind blew past and the candle was immediately extinguished.
Braving his courage, he tried several more times.
Unfortunately, it was the same every time. Whenever they tried to light a bonfire, a dark wind would blow and extinguish the candle immediately.
"Brother Hai, the fire can't be lit, so you can't burn mahjong at all?" Hu Zhiyong, trembling, asked Chen Hai for help.
"Don't worry, let me think about it!"
Tilting his head, Chen Hai looked left and right, his eyes spinning constantly.
Next, he pulled the four girls, Lin Lan and Li Ying aside, and talked about it. He didn't know what they discussed.
Soon, Chen Hai put his hands behind his back and walked unhurriedly to the vicinity of Hu Zhiyong and others who were about to start a mahjong fire.
Several girls followed closely behind and also came over.
Among them, the rest of them were just that, but Li Ying didn't know what was going on. She seemed to be drunk, her face was red, even to the roots of her ears.
She lowered her head, bulging her eyes from time to time, and glared at Chen Hai with a look of resentment.
If an uninformed person saw this scene, they might mistakenly think that Chen Hai had done something outrageous to her!
"Hu Zhiyong, Zhang Zhi, you guys, keep lighting the fire and try it!"
Turning a blind eye to Li Ying's appearance, Chen Hai directly faced the boys and gave instructions.
"Okay, Brother Hai." Hu Zhiyong nodded.
He picked up the candle he had just lit and tried to light the plastic underneath the broken wood.
Just like before, the candle in his hand had just come close to the crumpled plastic bags when another gust of cold wind hit him.
"Cao Nima, come out and reveal yourself to me..."
A loud shout was like thunder. Chen Hai, who had been preparing for a long time, threw the specially prepared secret weapon in the direction of the dark wind.
Something like spirit was born in illusion. With its anchor point in reality, it can shuttle between the material world and the spiritual world. Its form of existence can be said to be extremely strange.
While Hu Zhiyong and others were lighting the fire, Chen Hai's soul had already left his body and was closely monitoring the surroundings.
After returning to his physical body, he was affected by illusions all the time.
Only after he leaves his body can he truly have a glimpse of reality.
No matter how weird the spirit's existence form is, the evil wind that strikes is real and belongs to the material world.
In the eyes of ordinary people, things like wind are invisible, but in the eyes of Chen Hai's soul, he can see the invisible wind clearly.
There is no doubt that the source of that sinister wind is the specific location where the spirit of obsession exists.
Chen Hai's secret weapon is a bloody aunt's towel. As for its whereabouts, just look at Li Ying's face and you can guess where it comes from!
Such filthy things can pollute the spirit, change its form of existence, and cause it to temporarily fall into the material world.
Don't ask why Chen Hai knows this? He just doesn't know.
After all, what he knows is basically based on the weird knowledge he has in his head.
"Pah..." The bloody piece of aunt's scarf apparently hit an empty space, but there was a crisp sound where it hit.
Immediately afterwards, a continuously twisting mist slowly appeared in the seemingly empty air.
When it first appeared in everyone's eyes, this thing was just a ball of mist.
In just the blink of an eye, this thing began to evolve into a skinny old lady.
"Ghost, there is a ghost..."
Several girls were so frightened that they screamed.
Especially Sun Fang, the one under her trouser legs was already wet, but there was still water flowing down her trouser legs.
"I'm so scared, look at my pure Yang cannon!"
Chen Hai shouted, he took a few steps forward and took a stance.
Immediately afterwards, a pool of freshly baked boy urine covered the sky and fell on the skinny old lady who was still twisted and not yet fully formed.
It is worthy of being regarded as a holy object to ward off evil spirits. Although this thing looks inconspicuous, it makes a "sizzling" sound when it falls on the skinny old lady.
Her body, which was not yet formed, had obviously become much more unreal at this moment.