Weird: You call this a daily anchor?

Chapter 56

The faint cry echoed in the stairwell, and soon disappeared.

"Are you really... alright?" Uncle Zhao took half a step back, shivering, with a panicked look on his face.

His hand holding the moxa stick trembled uncontrollably, and he looked even more frightened than when he faced the crying.

"No way? I haven't recovered yet?" Du Haoyang frowned slightly, and tried the corner of his mouth with his hand, "Is this okay?"

Then speak again.

"Of course, what's wrong with me?" Du Haoyang asked with some doubts as he patted the ashes on his clothes that had just been rubbed off the railing of the stairs.

Hearing this, Uncle Zhao frowned, stepped back a few steps, and looked Du Haoyang up and down.

"Are you okay? It's fine... It's fine."

After watching for a while, Uncle Zhao nodded, looking a little more relaxed.

Stepping forward, he patted Du Haoyang's shoulder lightly: "I saw that most of your body leaned out just now, I thought you were... thought you were confiscated..."

Du Haoyang turned his head to look at Uncle Zhao.

I saw him looking down at the bottom of the building with a somewhat apprehensive expression, and then wiped his sweat with his hands.

"By what? Did he mean to say he was influenced?" Du Haoyang squinted his eyes, a little joyful, thinking, "It seems that he knows a lot, and the people behind him must know more."

Then following Uncle Zhao's gaze and looking down again, the bit of incense that Du Haoyang had been exposed to had been burned up, and the white smoke had probably been sucked up by that grotesque.

"I can't see anything here, uncle, what are you looking at?"

Seeing Uncle Zhao's frown deepened, Du Haoyang spoke.

"Looking at cigarettes."

It seems that he has already decided to tell Du Haoyang something, and Uncle Zhao is no longer pretending to be a riddler.

"cigarette?"

"Yes, why didn't you see the smoke rising? When I came by myself, I could more or less always see some white smoke."

Uncle Zhao was also a little puzzled, frowning and looking at Du Haoyang.

"Ah, that thing burned up as soon as I threw it away." Du Haoyang paused for a while, and didn't say anything about the incense offering, "The moxa sticks burn too fast. ..."

While speaking, he secretly stuffed the offering incense in his hand into his sleeve little by little.

Fortunately, this incense offering is very short, even if it is held in the hand, it is not so easy to be found in the dark corridor.

Uncle Zhao turned his head away, but didn't notice Du Haoyang's little move.

Uncle Zhao thought for a moment again, gritted his teeth, and lit the moxa stick in his hand again.

Then let go and let Ai Tiao fall into the gap in the stairwell.

"Okay, let's go back..." Looking downstairs again, Uncle Zhao let out a long sigh of relief, "I should be fine now, go back to my house, and I'll tell you what's going on..."

……

boom-
The door closed heavily.

Uncle Zhao seemed to be organizing his words, sitting on the sofa without saying a word.

Both of them have been silent for a while, as if they don't know how to speak.

Just when Du Haoyang was about to take the lead in asking questions, Uncle Zhao's expression darkened, and he spoke slowly.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but I still don't know much about it until now,"

"As you said, someone gave me, no, something like our moxa stick..."

"Us?" Du Haoyang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you referring to?"

"It was all the owners in Ping An Building at that time."

"Everyone? It's such a big scene?" Du Haoyang frowned, motioning for Uncle Zhao to continue talking.

"That happened more than ten years ago. The specific cause of the incident..." Uncle Zhao paused for a moment and shook his head. "Later, this crying sound appeared in the whole building, and it kept wandering."

"At first, apart from the sound, nothing happened, at most it was annoying, until that day..."

"That day was an ordinary day, but everything has changed since that day. Everyone who hears the cry will gradually feel world-weary, and what's more, they will go crazy from Jump down the stairwell."

"Fortunately, this incident happened early. During that time, the crying echoed at a relatively low level. At most, it only received injuries, and no one died because of it."

"That's why I was so anxious just now, this is the twelfth floor!"

Du Haoyang nodded his head with a solemn expression, probably all of this was influenced by the grotesque.

However, this grotesque influence is not too great, it can only affect one person at a time, and judging from the speed at which the incense is burned, the degree of threat is not high.

"As time went on, more and more people were injured, and at that point we only realized it later and had to find someone to look at it."

Du Haoyang sat up straight slowly, knowing that the important point was coming.

"We haven't decided who to go to. At that time, we were planning to go to Liu Mingguan to ask for a master." Uncle Zhao spoke smoothly, and his speech speed also picked up, "You know Liu Mingguan, it's just..."

Du Haoyang nodded, he naturally knew that Liu Mingguan was a relatively famous Taoist temple in the local area, and it was said that all the Taoist priests there had real kung fu.

If encountering such a supernatural event, the locals would immediately think of finding Liu Mingguan, and there would be no problem at all.

"In the end, before we could go, he found a master himself, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a fairy-like appearance, and said straight to the point that something happened to us."

"At that time, we were in a state of desperation, and it was too timely for the master to come uninvited."

When the target appeared, Du Haoyang's expression froze, but he had some doubts: "Isn't this a coincidence?"

"Yes, we thought so too at the time, but thinking about it now, we were wrong to blame the master."

"Master, he is really professional. After listening to our description, he quickly determined the solution."

"Just use this moxa stick. Every time the cry appears on a floor, send someone to ignite it and throw it down the stairwell. It will keep us safe."

"At the same time, he also has a request. He can't tell the cause of this matter. It's best not to mention it at ordinary times, no matter who it is, or even the owner." Uncle Zhao pursed his lips, "That's why I can't fully explain it to you The reason for this can only be said roughly.”

"As for why he couldn't get rid of it directly... I don't know too well."

Du Haoyang signaled that he understood.

Recalling in his mind the content of the private message he had chatted with Daoist Jiu Qi last night, Du Haoyang felt a little uneasy.

"No matter who it is, they say that this kind of thing cannot be publicized, so I will start a live broadcast... right?"

Du Haoyang hesitated, but quickly shook his head.

"It should be fine. Besides, it's not like I can quit if I want to."

Even if he recalled the irresistible oppression of death during the company interview, Du Haoyang broke into a cold sweat.

"What's next?" Du Haoyang continued to ask after sorting out the stories he had heard.

(End of this chapter)