I pushed the door open and saw that the small suite was not large, with four bunk beds inside. It looked like a dormitory, where the girls should live.
But there was no one inside at this time.
Just now I clearly heard a girl's scream coming from here, short and urgent.
"Sister, didn't you say those girls were resting inside? Why is there no one there?"
Zhang Sinan's face could not hide his panic, and he forced a smile and said: "Well, they are not here, they went to rest elsewhere."
Not there? What was that sound I heard just now?
My intuition told me that something was wrong here. When I walked around inside, I couldn't find anything.
Suddenly, I turned to the wall next to one of the beds, and something seemed strange.
So I walked over and reached out to touch it, but I didn't expect that the wall squeaked when I touched it, and a crack opened in the wall.
It turns out to be a secret door, integrated into the wall. You can't tell it unless you look carefully.
There is also a secret door in this small suite, and there seems to be a space behind the secret door.
I was about to go in to see what was going on, but Zhang Sinan grabbed me.
"Brother, don't go in, you can't go in."
I said, "Sister, why are you panicking? Could it be that those girls are hiding here?"
"No, it's not..."
Before she could finish speaking, I pushed her hand away and ducked in.
"Don't go in..." Zhang Sinan wanted to stop me, but he couldn't get in in time.
After entering behind the secret door, I was shocked. It was a very small space, less than ten square meters.
As soon as I entered, I saw two holes cut side by side in the wall. Inside the holes were two shrines, respectively enshrining two statues.
There is also a rectangular table under the shrine. On the table are plates of tributes, including fruits and roasted chickens. There is a large incense burner in the middle with three sticks of incense inserted in it.
At this time, the three sticks of incense were only half burned, which shows that they were lit not long ago.
Is this a small Buddhist temple? I'm a little confused.
But if you look carefully, you will see that the ones enshrined in the shrine are not gods, but a man and a woman.
The man wears a moon-white long coat and wears his hair in an ancient men's bun. He looks like a handsome young man, just like the painting by Bai Zi in Hua Qiangu, with extraordinary momentum and jade trees facing the wind.
The man had a small canvas bag draped over his shoulder, holding a long silver needle in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.
Look at the woman again, wearing a light blue costume with long water sleeves and a peony flower embroidered on the cuffs.
I was shocked, what kind of immortal is this? This is... this is a soul stabbing master and a yin opera master?
I remembered that Zhao Xiaoying had previously described to me the soul stabbing master her grandmother had seen back then. He was wearing a long off-white coat and holding a canvas bag with silver needle ink for soul stabbing in it.
He looked exactly like the man in the shrine in front of me.
That's right, it's the soul stabbing master.
As for the Yin Opera Artist, needless to say, I am very familiar with him.
I looked at Zhang Sinan in surprise.
I thought she imprisoned those girls in a secret room, but I didn't expect that in this small space, she secretly worshiped the two evil spirits, the Soul Assassin and the Yin Opera Master.
I never expected that a woman who runs a massage parlor would be related to two evil spirits.
"Sister, what are you..."
Seeing my surprised expression, Zhang Sinan calmed down.
She looked at me with a strange look.
"I still saw you. You should be familiar with these two great Yin gods, the Soul-Striking Master and the Yin Operator. And you are the descendant of the Soul-Striking Master lineage that has interrupted its inheritance for hundreds of years."
I suddenly felt that this Zhang Sinan was not simple.
"Who are you? Why do you worship two Yin gods here?" My eyes became sharp.
"Enshrine, do you think I am enshrining them?"
"Isn't this an offering?"
Shrines, table offerings, what are these if not offerings?
Zhang Sinan's expression turned cold, and he snorted and said, "If you say it's an offering, then it's an offering. Just treat it like I'm offering it to them on behalf of the sect master, and praying that they will protect the sect master from suffering less."
"Sect Master? Sister, so you admit that you are one of the ten elders of the Ghost Witch Shou. Isn't the Sect Master you are talking about the Sect Master of the Ghost Witch Shou?"
Zhang Sinan suddenly stared at me and said word by word: "Don't give me ghost witch hands, you are not worthy."
I've been deceived, am I not worthy?
"If it weren't for these two great Yin gods, our sect master and we wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state. And you, as you are a descendant of one of the Yin gods, you should deserve to die even more."
She suddenly became gnashing her teeth.
"You, what do you mean?"
"Hey, hey, what do you want to know? I won't tell you."
"Now, I'll invite you out." She ordered her to be kicked out fiercely, completely different from the enthusiastic look she had just now.
It's inexplicable, this woman is simply sick.
"Sister, if you don't speak clearly, I won't leave today."
"Humph, if you don't leave, I will throw down the statues of these two Yin gods." As she said this, she suddenly rushed to the shrine, trying to lift the statue of the Yin Operator and throw it to the ground.
"Hey wait." I quickly stopped.
"It's blasphemy to break the idol. OK, OK, don't be impulsive. I'm going to leave. Isn't it okay?"
I slowly exited the darkroom, and Zhang Sinan slowly put the statue down again.
I came out of the massage parlor and returned to the tattoo parlor. Lao Hu and Shu Wen hurriedly gathered around me and asked me how I was doing and if I had heard anything.
I shook my head, thinking back to Zhang Sinan's strange behavior just now.
"There is indeed something wrong with this woman," I said.
Lao Hu said: "What's the problem? Tell me clearly, she still doesn't admit that she is one of the ten elders of the Ghost Witch Hand?"
I looked at Shu Wen.
"Are you sure Zhang Sinan is one of the ten elders of Gui Wu Shou?"
Shu Wen nodded.
"I'm sure that my mother gave me a roster when she was dying. It recorded the names of all the followers of Ghost Witch Hand, especially the ten elders. I remember them in great detail."
"Jin Cuilian is the head of the top ten elders, Zhang Sinan is one of the top ten elders, probably ranked fifth, and there are others..."
"Okay, you don't have to say it, Shu Wen, you said before that your sect leader was trying to save the two Yin gods, so he was judged guilty and has been imprisoned in the Sin City? What happened? Can you give details?
Tell me?"
Shu Wen nodded: "I only know a general idea. I don't know the specifics. This is a secret of the Ghost Witch Hand. My parents, as direct believers, may know it, but they didn't tell me."
I looked at Lao Hu.
"Lao Hu, guess what I just saw in Zhang Sinan's massage parlor?"
"She has been enshrining the statues of the two Yin gods. No, maybe not worshiping them. Anyway, this woman is related to the two Yin gods. She seems to particularly hate the two Yin gods, and she also hates me."
Lao Hu was also a little confused.
"Why... why are two evil spirits involved again?"
"And those girls in her shop, have you noticed? For such a long time, we only know that there are a few girls in her shop who are her employees, but we have never seen those girls. They seem to have never seen her before.
Been to a massage parlor."
"Yes, and those girls hardly show up during the day. They only give massages to customers at night. They also use the same techniques as massaging the dead."
Too strange.
"Shu Wen, Lao Hu, this woman doesn't have a problem, she has a lot of problems. Don't alert her yet. I have a way to find out her details, but I have to wait a few days."