Mysterious recovery: starting from the mysterious bus

Chapter 72 The ghost sneaks into the crowd

After the wooden cabinet was opened, the dangerous situation that everyone expected did not happen.

It was empty inside.

The old paint was mottled and peeling off, revealing the nature of the wood inside. Some places had begun to rot. The moment the cabinet door was opened, a faint smell of rotten wood hit the face.

"Is it possible that the guess is wrong and there is no evil ghost inside the wooden cabinet?"

The man who opened the door turned his head to look at Li Hui, with a tentative question in his eyes, as if he wanted to ask Li Hui if he had misheard what he had heard before.

The scene inside the room is clear at a glance.

Only wooden cabinets and wooden beds exist.

If there is a ghost in the room, you can basically see it at a glance. Now the only wooden cabinet that can hide people has been opened, but there is nothing inside. This can't help but make the man doubt Li Hui's previous judgment.

But this kind of doubt was only maintained for a moment before being left behind by the man.

In such a strange place, it is normal for there to be one or two ghosts that are invisible to the naked eye.

the other side.

Li Hui did not respond to the man, but stepped forward, put one of his hands into the wooden cabinet under the man's surprised gaze, and then continued to fumble around.

"What are you doing?"

Not only did the man on the side fail to understand Li Hui's behavior, but the other souls who followed him into the room also looked confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Could it be that he feels that he cannot see with his eyes and wants to touch the ghosts with his hands?

Li Hui obviously had no intention of opening his mouth to answer their questions. One of his palms was quickly groping inside the wooden cabinet, as if he was looking for some traces, while the other hand tightly held the old firewood. The handle of the knife.

His idea is simple.

Since it cannot be seen with the naked eye, then look for it through the medium of the hatchet. As long as the evil ghost leaves traces in the wooden cabinet, the medium of the hatchet will definitely be triggered.

Li Hui, who has read the original work, knows that footprints are not the only way to trigger the hatchet medium. Other traces left behind can also be used, such as palm prints.

"No?"

However, after some groping, there was no gain. The medium of the old hatchet was not triggered, just like there were no traces left by the ghost in the wooden cabinet.

"There's no way there are no traces."

"Such a large wooden cabinet is placed in this room, and together with the wooden bed, it seems to be perfectly integrated with the entire room. This in itself is the biggest anomaly."

Li Hui's expression moved slightly, thinking that he might have used the wrong method.

There was no way such a weird wooden cabinet wouldn't have any supernatural traces left, and then he looked at it more carefully.

Unexpectedly, this inspection actually made him notice something unusual.

In one corner of the wooden cabinet, there is a row of imprints that look like palm prints. The color is gray and dark, very similar to the color of the wooden cabinet itself. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell the difference between the two.

The row of palm prints were very small, not like those of an adult. Judging from the size, they were about the same size as the palms of a five or six-year-old child.

"Has a ghost boy stayed in this wooden cabinet before?"

Li Hui guessed.

At the age of five or six, it is obvious that he is no longer a ghost baby, but a ghost child.

While thinking.

Li Hui's palm directly covered the row of palm prints inside the wooden cabinet.

But something strange happened. The scene in front of Li Hui did not change at all. The owner of the row of palm prints did not appear, and the ghost hatchet's medium was not triggered.

"How could this be?"

The scene in front of him was beyond Li Hui's expectation.

It would be fine if the traces left by Li Gui were not found. Now, the palm prints left by Li Gui in the wooden cabinet were found, but the hatchet medium was still not triggered. This was something Li Hui could not understand.

Even if the evil ghost was later controlled by someone, or imprisoned in a golden container, it would still be able to trigger the hatchet's medium, and it would be impossible for it to have no reaction.

This strange situation made Li Hui stand still for a long time.

Then he turned around and came to the wooden bed.

There are also traces left on the edge of the bed, which are scratch marks, as if someone had scratched the wooden bed with their hands before.

The scratches were not deep and wide, and were criss-crossed in a criss-cross pattern. Judging from their appearance, they were consistent with the size of the fingers on the row of palm prints in the wooden cabinet.

This also shows that the ghost who left the palm prints in the wooden cabinet and the scratches on the edge of the bed are the same ghost.

Snapped!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Li Hui's palms pressed directly on the scratches on the edge of the bed.

But the result was still the same as before. Ghost Hatchet's medium was not triggered, and the scene in front of Li Hui did not change at all.

Upon seeing this, everyone else looked at Li Hui without saying a word, wanting to see his next move.

"Can he find the ghost through contact traces? This should be the ability of the hatchet, and trigger some kind of curse through contact?"

Through Li Hui's series of actions just now, several people gradually reacted.

After all, they had collided with the tall male corpse not long ago, and his body was dismembered at the moment of contact. This made them vaguely guess about the hatchet's ability, thinking that it should be related to the touch.

However, judging from Li Hui's performance, several people guessed that he should have failed, and did not find any trace of the ghost in the room.

"It doesn't matter if you really can't find it. It's just a fierce ghost. Even if you find it, it doesn't mean much."

at this time.

A young man's voice came from outside the house.

The person who spoke was Yang Xiao.

His body that had been broken in two had recovered unconsciously, without any scars remaining, as if his body had never been severely injured.

Hearing this, Li Hui's thoughts were interrupted, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the door. Almost at the same time, Yang Xiao's figure walked through the crowd and entered the guest room.

After entering the room, Yang Xiao first looked at the scene inside, and then said: "The ghost dream I control is very sensitive to supernatural powers."

"There is indeed a strong supernatural aura remaining in this room, but the strange thing is that it is impossible to locate the source of the supernatural. This situation is very special. In my memory, even my true body has only encountered it once."

Yang Xiao didn't say which specific experience it was, but Li Hui guessed that it was Guimeng, which was also a very special ghost.

"You said earlier that your goal this time was this weird hatchet. Now that you have obtained the hatchet, continuing to stay here is of little significance. On the contrary, it will only increase the risk."

Yang Xiao said, the meaning expressed in his words was that he hoped Li Hui could evacuate as soon as possible.

His view is different from many people.

In Yang Xiao's opinion.

The Ghost Hotel is a supernatural place built by top ghost masters during the Republic of China. There must be a lot of ghosts imprisoned here, and there are many dangers involved.

Although Li Hui has harnessed powerful supernatural powers, he is not without shortcomings. If he encounters some particularly complicated and terrifying ghosts, he may still be killed.

Here.

After listening to Yang Xiao's words, Li Hui did not hesitate anymore, but stood up and walked towards the door.

He didn't really long for the ghost in this room, he was just curious about what the previous movement was.

But who ever thought.

He tried all his methods, even trying to use the ghost hatchet's medium, but he still couldn't find the ghost.

Tatata!

Seeing Li Hui leave, the other dead souls also followed and walked out of the guest room.

Under Li Hui's control, the gray ghost realm extended towards the road they came from, wrapping everyone in paper ash, and then Li Hui disappeared with a group of dead souls.

Until all of them left, there was still no movement in the guest room.

It seemed that what Li Hui heard before was really just a misunderstanding, but the palm prints in the wooden cabinet and the scratches on the edge of the bed were real after all, indicating that it was not that simple.

The return trip went smoothly, and the time it took was much shorter than the time it took them to come in. In just the blink of an eye, Li Hui and the others arrived at the entrance of this passage.

However, just when everyone left the supernatural passage, an extremely strange scene happened.

There is a window on one side of the aisle of the Caesar Hotel, and the glass above it is like a mirror, reflecting people's shadows.

There was nothing unusual when Li Hui and the others passed by, but when a man in the crowd passed by, two figures were reflected on the glass mirror.

One of them was the man himself, and the other was a child with a dark complexion who looked about six or seven years old.

The child lay just behind the man. His eyes were pitch black, without the whites of his eyes, and his eyes were cold, with an inexplicable dead silence that made people shudder.

Then something even weirder happened.

As if he felt something, the child turned his head and looked at the glass on the side of the aisle, and then the whole person disappeared without any trace remaining.

It all happened so fast, and no one paid attention to the glass, so no one noticed this strange scene.

After leaving the ghost hotel, the restrictions on Li Hui's ghost domain disappeared. The gray paper dust was floating, ignoring the barriers of the building, and the area covered was rapidly expanding.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Caesar Hotel was enveloped, but the expansion of the ghost domain did not stop, and the gray paper dust spread in all directions.

The supernatural power of Qicheng's ghost paintings makes the range that Li Hui's ghost domain can cover surprisingly large. It can even be said that there is no upper limit. If it continues to expand, it can cover the whole world.

But it was obviously impossible for Li Hui to do that. He just let the ghost domain cover Zshan City, trying to find the newspaper ghost.

Judging from the current timeline, the newspaper ghost must be in Zshan City.

Gray paper ash was floating in the air, and at this moment, the entire Zshan City began to rain paper ash, but ordinary people could not see this scene, and Li Hui's ghost realm was not revealed.

Even the ghost controllers in the city couldn't see through this ghost realm. They just vaguely felt that something was wrong. The ghosts they controlled in their bodies were either restless or supernaturally silent. This situation made their faces change drastically, and they felt that something was nearby. A very scary ghost might have appeared.

Li Hui, who was the instigator of all this, didn't know what others were thinking. At this time, he had already brought the souls of the dead to a street not far from the Caesar Hotel.

This is a commercial pedestrian street.

There is a lot of traffic.

There are benches on both sides of this pedestrian street for people to rest after shopping.

At this time, a strange figure was sitting on a bench opposite Li Huizheng. It was a man wearing leather shoes, a suit and leather shoes, but his appearance could not be clearly seen.

The reason why he couldn't see clearly was because the man held up a blood-stained newspaper in both hands, covering his face.

Tatata!

The sound of dense footsteps sounded.

Li Hui walked straight towards the figure reading the newspaper, and behind him were a group of dead souls.

And the other side.

As if sensing the actions of Li Hui and others, the newspaper ghost slowly put down the blood-stained old newspaper in his hand, and then revealed a face that was somewhat familiar to Li Hui.

"Yang Xiao?"

"No, this is not Yang Xiao's face, but Yang Jian's face."

Seeing this, Li Hui was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.

I saw the figure sitting on the bench opposite, after putting down his arms, he suddenly showed the face of Yang Xiao. To be precise, it was a face that was 70% or 80% similar to Yang Xiao's, but it seemed to look younger. Some.

Besides.

On the face of that figure, there were several blank areas. It was like a clear photo that had been cut out in several places, and the face did not look perfect.

"I remember that there seems to be such a plot in the original book. The ghost newspaper modified Yang Jian's memory and became Yang Jian's father successfully. When Yang Jian realized it, he attacked Yang Jian and got Yang Jian's face, but Not complete."

Li Hui thought of the plot at the beginning of the original book.

While he was thinking, a gust of wind suddenly blew on the street, and newspapers appeared out of thin air, being blown by the wind and kept floating in the air.

Each fluttering newspaper was stained with blood and had the outline of a human face on it, and then they all floated towards him.

Li Hui didn't pay too much attention to these blood-stained old newspapers flying all over the sky. He knew that these newspapers were just products of supernatural beings and not the real source.

There is only one source of newspapers from beginning to end, which is the one held by the man in the suit, which is also his target this time.

Then, before the newspaper could get closer, Li Hui began to take action.

He waved his palm a few times quickly, and in the process, the world in front of him began to be distorted, the scene in the street quickly became blurred, paper dust fluttered, and the blood-stained old newspapers that flew towards him all disappeared out of thin air .

Seventy percent of ghost paintings are supernatural enough to completely affect reality. It is not difficult to send away some newspapers that have supernatural extensions.

As soon as those supernaturally derived newspapers were sent away, the newspaper ghost stood up directly from the bench. At the same time, the blood-stained red newspaper in his hand moved towards Li Hui at an incredible speed flew over.