After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

They glanced at each other, it was weird here, and they all saw it.

"You said, there is a monster here, where is that monster?"

One of the guards asked as if he wanted to retrieve the drunk face.

He stared at the hostile female ghost in front of him and asked, these female ghosts have died here for several years, why are there other monsters here?

"We don't talk to fools." The female ghost glanced at them with disdain in her eyes.

Tang Simi burst out laughing.

She patted Izumo on the shoulder: "Do you dare to go down here?"

Because of the temperature and humidity in the cellar, those corpses were not completely decomposed. They were insulted during their lifetime, and their bodies after death were like lumps of mud, abandoned by others.

This place is like a mass grave where dead bodies are hidden, if no one can find it.

For generations, they can only stay here. In a few decades, when the dust settles down, they will be forgotten.

"It's our fate to be discovered now." One of the female ghosts whispered.

Tang Simi said, "You deserve to rest after death."

They have long been bruised and bruised, but they are still willing to do their part to protect others.

It's just that their protection conflicted with those who came to investigate.

Izumo was around the door of the cellar, looking up and down, "No, this place is not just as simple as throwing corpses, is there any formation here?"

Izumo said, stroked his beard, and said with a frown.

Tang Simi nodded: "Yes, this place is not ordinary."

As Tang Simi said, she followed Izumo's movements and squatted down together. There were mottled marks on the entrance of the cellar. After several years of wind, sun and rain, the original appearance could not be seen clearly.

Tang Simi narrowed her eyes, stretched out her fingers, and gently stroked these marks.

"This is a set of formations, with quite a lot of functions. I must be able to come up with this thing, and I am not an ordinary person." Izumo stared at Tang Simi's fingertips, afraid of missing something, it was only drawn by Tang Simi It was too fast, and he only saw a rough idea.

"There are those that suppress evil spirits, those that raise ghosts, and those that gather yin."

Izumo frowned even tighter, and he took off his Taoist robe, revealing the famous old man's undershirt with a huge logo, which dazzled people's eyes.

He put the immortal Taoist robe on his body into Tang Simi's hand: "You keep it for me, I'll go down and have a look."

Tang Simi patted his clothes lightly: "Didn't it be said in the Taoist scriptures, don't come to the place where the corpse is dark."

"It's not about corpses now, it's them..."

Izumo is also a master of Taoism.

He could see clearly what Tang Simi wanted him to see, and he also understood what Tang Simi wanted him to see.

This place was deliberately made into a corpse breeding ground.

If these women were intentionally killed and are still here, "They..."

"They were all tortured during their lifetime."

Tang Simi spoke directly, and she was not afraid that Izumo would not understand.

Izumo nodded, he only knew that the Metaphysics Association had contacted him to come here, and he also knew that this place was infested by ghosts.

But it was the first time he knew there were these things here.

Tang Simi explained: "There used to be a rich man who tricked them here, then gathered a group of people, and killed them here. When they were like them, they were full of resentment, and after they died, they were not saved. There's no burial, just this dank cellar."

As Tang Simi said, she took a deep look at the dark, smelly corpse in the cellar.

"I'll go." Izumo glanced at the steps leading down to the cellar.

"If I'm not mistaken, after they died, in order to arouse their anger, did they use means to desecrate their corpses?"

Izumo pinched his nose and was about to go down when the guard grabbed Izumo: "Mr., it's like this. It's very dangerous here. You are the head of the Taoist priest. Your responsibility is to protect us."

"Second, here is the first crime scene, we need to contact more professionals to come here."

When he said the word "more", the female ghosts let out a sharp roar.

Tang Simi glanced at him: "Do you know what Izumo said about desecrating a corpse?"

"It's intentional abuse, and it's not letting them rest in peace after they die."

Tang Simi glanced at the little girl distressedly. There were tears in the little girl's eyes. She pursed her lips and said that she was resisting: "I don't want...I don't want..."

There was so much pain between her legs.

After she died, she had obviously turned into a ghost.

Those human, physical pains finally left her.

Those men brought candlesticks.

The pain pierced by the candlestick nailed her soul.

She died, but she still hurts.

She was mad with pain.

She was in pain and wanted to take revenge on the culprit.

But the man ran away.

He seems to know that he has done something bad, something that is unforgivable, and that he will go to hell.

So he ran early.

He threw their bodies into the cellar.

For five years, he hadn't been here once.

In five years, the rose fence here has grown luxuriantly, and those thorny branches are intertwined with each other, turning this manor into an appearance that outsiders cannot enter.

But this place has been accumulating Yin Qi for many years, like a cafeteria for ghosts.

Inexplicably, there are always a lot of ghosts.

They want to devour the ghost energy on them and take them as their own.

They unite and fight against the plunder.

Until the arrival of the monster who is now trapped in the depths of the maze.

That monster was more like a desire than a ghost.

Rather than devouring their hostility, that ghost can magnify their hostility.

Pain, unwillingness, and hatred are all magnified in an instant when they meet each other.

It seems that if you can't achieve your wish, you will be swallowed up.

This sense of loss of control made them realize something was wrong.

There was only the little girl alone, she was only a teenager, and of course she knew nothing.

She just keeps crying and crying, hoping that her sisters will return to their original appearance.

Also because she was crying.

Let them recall, in the yard, memories of being hunted.

They all want to protect their younger sisters. Those fat men with big ears and fat brains are all going to die, they all deserve to die.

They want to protect their sister from those who deserve to die and go to hell.

They recall all the pain and remain human in that pain.

They are people, real people.

Not a female monkey in heat.

It's not the rabbit that trembles when it sees the bow and arrow.

Whether it is power, drugs, or trampling on their dignity, none of them can change the fact that they are human beings.