What's wrong with stealing some of your yang energy!

"Haven't you ever wondered? You think you are a ghost, but that doesn't seem to be the case—you are different from normal ghosts. You are clean and complete, and you don't fit in among the group of low-level creatures that lack arms and legs. They don't seem to want to accept you, more precisely, they all want to... eat you."

Why didn't Bai Ling know?

So far, the most normal ghost he has encountered is "Sai Zhuge" from Songhe Garden. Even so, there is a big hole on the back of the grandfather's head. Bai Ling guessed that he was smashed to death by a thief with a hammer and a brick of.

On the other hand, Bai Ling is clean, complete, innocent and muddled like a newborn baby.

It wasn't until Xie Chongsen used "real dragon bone and blood" as a guide, and the sloughed bones of heavenly snakes were used as medicinal materials to reshape his fake body, that he was enlightened and matured.

Bai Ling remembered again that the other ghosts' attitude towards him, which he had subconsciously ignored all this time, was not like treating "one of our own".

He took a deep breath: "Then what am I?"

"Do you really know what a 'ghost' is?"

Bai Ling was startled: "What do you mean?"

"After death, the soul leaves the body, and those who still linger in the world and refuse to be reincarnated are called ghosts. And you don't even have three souls and seven souls, how can you be called a ghost?"

Bai Ling's whole body was freezing cold, as if falling into an ice cave.

He didn't think about these questions.He doesn't understand these common senses, and only thinks that he is conscious and has no physical body. What is it if he is not a ghost?

Then, Xie Chongsen took the initiative to help him shape the three souls and seven souls, did he already know...

Impossible, Bai Ling held his body tightly with his arms impatiently, as if this would make him less cold: "You mentioned earlier that Xie Chongsen himself is hard to protect, so what do you mean? Is it related to me?"

"Little Bai? Are you cold?" Sister She noticed Bai Ling's strange behavior and raised her voice with concern.

At this time, a group of people had already entered the empty house, and upon hearing this, the group stopped.

Bai Ling shivered, and withdrew from the mysterious and mysterious state, his tongue was still hot and itchy, and he shook his head dryly: "It's okay."

He suddenly met Xie Chongsen's concerned eyes, but his thoughts were complicated, and he didn't know how to face it for a while, so he glanced away lightly: "Don't worry about me, this place...is so spacious."

It's not that Bai Ling changed the subject, this empty room is indeed very spacious.

From the outside, the empty house is just an ordinary one-story house made of rough bricks. Twenty square meters is not bad, but when you walk in, it's another world.

The ground is flat and the walls are smooth, which should be made of cement.Although there is no decoration or furniture, the ceiling is nearly three meters high, and the darkness extends in the empty space. It is roughly estimated that the range that can be seen is more than 100 square meters, which is close to the area of ​​the hospital hall!

Hospital?Bai Ling was paused by this thought, why did he think this was a hospital?

Maybe it's... the vague smell of disinfectant in the air?

Looking back, Chai Fei when I came here was already hidden in the darkness, hanging abruptly on the wall like a rough oil painting.He tried to push, but there was only a clean, smooth concrete wall.

Can only go forward.

There are two corridors on the left and right of the hall, and the end cannot be seen clearly. Xie Chongsen waved the compass, and finally turned to the left.

There are floor tiles in the corridor, which are old-fashioned rectangular tiles, covered with a fine layer of dust, and there is no dirt in the joints between the bricks, and they have been well maintained.A few big-character posters flashed sporadically on the wall, painted with pens and colored pens, and they were written in four languages.

Prohibition of loud, peaceful and friendly.

Welcome Soviet comrades to Nanyuntai.

There are also two red posters with great significance of the times.

Sister She opened the wolf-eye flashlight and squinted: "Russian, Japanese, German...things from the Puppet Manchurian period."

She said that back then, Nanyuntai City was one of the few prosperous cities in Northeast China that had not been destroyed by the war. There were many Soviet Red Army soldiers stationed there, who treated Japanese and German prisoners of war very roughly, but there were also a group of "old men" who called themselves new policemen. Alcoholism and looting did everything, which led to "women balding, wearing men's clothes, and not going to the streets at night."

"I heard from my grandma that my face changed when I heard the 'Old Maozi'. They were forcibly stationed in hospitals, libraries, and restaurants, and they were not paid for food and drink. No one dared to wear a watch or a coat on the street, or they would cause trouble," Sister She sighed. "Everyone dares to go to the Barefoot Immortal for medical treatment. Look at this newspaper, the Russian writing is bigger than the Chinese characters, it should be the hospital under the 'protection' of the Soviet Red Army."

"This hospital should be neutral during wartime," Li Xuewen pushed on his glasses, "This sign is the Red Cross. How can a neutral hospital..."

Bai Ling looked at the string of German, but felt something was wrong.

"The meanings in German are different from those in Chinese," he said uncertainly, "'Don't run around', 'Don't walk around', 'Offenders will be punished'."

Li Xuewen's eyes flashed, and he took pictures of these posters with his mobile phone, but unfortunately there was no signal, so he couldn't search for Russian translations online.He knows some Japanese: "Japanese is fine. The child we saw just now looks like a Caucasian. Could it be related to this?"

He looked at Sister She seriously again: "If this hospital really existed, it would be regarded as a historical building. Have you heard of it?"

Sister She shook her head in embarrassment: "In my impression, everything related to the Puppet Manchuria, especially the Soviet Red Army, was almost completely destroyed in the catastrophe that year."

Li Xuewen nodded thoughtfully: "The hospital would not be built in such a desolate place during the war...We are not out of time and space, but someone wants us to visit here."

"It's hard for anyone except the white fox guest fairy to achieve such a large illusion of historical reappearance." Sister She raised the corners of her mouth helplessly.

At the end of the corridor is a huge medical room.

There is a big "medical room" sign on the old-fashioned green iron door, which is locked with an iron chain as thick as a child's arm.From the small square window on the iron door, one can see nearly twenty by twenty single wire beds inside. The distance between the beds is at most thirty centimeters, which is just enough for people. Bai Ling imagined this "medical treatment" The "room" looks like it is full of patients, and the atmosphere is full of moans of sickness and desperate wailing... the whole body is chilly.

Are sick people living in such conditions really getting adequate treatment?

The long-suppressed desperation and helplessness accumulated in the house, mixed with the lingering bloody smell, spanned a hundred years, like someone outside the house.

Perhaps Bai Ling, an inhuman creature, also felt strong discomfort from that sinister and sinister force.

"Let's go!" Li Xuewen shouted out of composure, pulled up Bai Ling who was stunned, turned and ran.

Bai Ling followed in a daze for a few steps, and then realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute, where is Mr. Xie?"

Li Xuewen also turned her head in astonishment, but it was pitch black behind them, and there was no Sister She or Xie Chongsen.His head hurts again and again, the pain made him grin his teeth, but fortunately, the pain stimulated his thoughts: "Fuck, do you remember what Brother Chong said just now! Is it coming from the right or the left? !"

Where?

Yes, indeed to the right!

But Xie Chongsen's words, after hearing Bai Ling and Li Xue's ears, they reacted to the left for some reason.

This place is really evil, Bai Ling couldn't figure out how to distort Xie Chongsen's words, half-pushed and half-delayed and stumbled back to the hall with Li Xuewen, and ran into the worried Xie Chongsen and Sister She head-on.

Xie Chongsen strode up, and helped the little Bai Ling pick up Li Xuewen, and placed him on the ground, but couldn't suppress his concern: "Is nothing wrong?"

"No," Bai Ling shook his head, "It's a large medical room over there, it should be a group ward, with hundreds of wire beds, it's very depressing... Fortunately, Brother Xuewen reacted quickly and didn't go in."

Sister She opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Ward? Is this a hospital?"

Li Xuewen leaned against the wall and regained his breath a little bit. He has a special horoscope and is extremely sensitive to the impact of this kind of evil energy.He found the photo taken by his cell phone, and the photo was still there, so he hurriedly handed it to Sister She.

Sister She said the same words as in "Illusion". When she heard that Bai Ling said that the German translation was wrong, she looked pensive.She seemed to think of something, but she didn't say it, she just took out the rope from the backpack, tied it to the four of them, and told them not to run around.

Xie Chongsen took Bai Ling's hand directly.

Bai Ling was still somewhat dissatisfied and resistant to Xie Chongsen because of what the giant fox said, combined with his long-standing doubts, but the temperature from his warm hand reminded him again—if the giant fox's intention was to alienate, he should how?

Xie Chongsen has never harmed him, and Bai Ling can really be sure that the person who will not harm Bai Ling in the world is Xie Chongsen after getting along with him now.Even if Xie Chongsen did conceal the matter, Bai Ling thought optimistically that the concealment might be something that Xie Chongsen did not take seriously, or that Bai Ling had better not know about it.

Just like Xie Chongsen never announced how much hardship he went through in the original Wuqing square tomb in order to find the slough of the sky snake-you have to believe him.

The corridor on the right is completely different from the left.

It is very spacious here, and there is an electric light every four or five meters on the wall. It was a high-tech luxury at that time, and one can imagine how bright it is here at night.The electric light and the electric light room are rooms, the first few rooms still have tables, and the last few rooms are empty, which may be operating rooms or the like.

At the end is a door.

What is interesting is not that the door has a ceiling as high as three meters, but the three huge numbers in the middle of the blood-red paint.

996.

Li Xuewen took a picture with her mobile phone and said in confusion, "I only remember that '666' is an evil number abroad. What does 996 mean?"

He couldn't see the clue anyway, and murmured: "It's not 999, 999 can be regarded as 6. Maybe it's just a room number?"

He caught a glimpse of Sister She inadvertently, but saw that the latter's face was covered with cold sweat, and a trace of panic appeared on her usual aloof and heroic face for the first time.

This is really rare, even if she just heard that Mrs. Hu passed away in the car, Sister She can quickly adjust her mood. What is this...?

"Sister She?" Li Xuewen asked tentatively, "Do you know what this number means?"

"Why didn't I know..." Contrary to Li Xuewen's expectations, Sister She quickly said hoarsely, "In other words, there should be no one in the northeast land who doesn't know."

"There was an American reporter who, in order to shoot a 'documentary of the war that took place in China', hired the 'general' of the puppet Manchukuo, hired 2000 people for 1000 yuan, and carried out actual combat with swords and guns.

"After just six hours of filming, the war is over. Out of a thousand soldiers who participated in the battle, only four remained, and the other 96 soldiers died because of this documentary. The remaining four soldiers finally divided the money equally ...But there is another calculation, the 96 soldiers who died in the battle, each life is only worth about two yuan and ten cents."

Sister She gritted her teeth, showing hatred: "Ninety-six is ​​the number of people who died in the 'documentary' and their last moments were captured by the camera."

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and Bai Ling's nose was soured by the cruel history revealed in Sister She's understatement in a few words. He couldn't help asking: "Is there no conscience to condemn and protest such a cruel documentary!"

Sister She smiled wryly: "How do you tell the fate of people in the Far East? No, history is so cruel. The defeated country has no human rights. Whether it is modern or past, Qin unified the six countries and blood was shed for a day and a night. This is the same."

She paused, then smiled again: "Perhaps, this is just a war story. I heard it for the first time, and I was aggrieved, so I tried to search for the documentary, but I couldn't find it. I don't know if it was destroyed, or Banned."

Seeing that Bai Lingshuang was tearful, she couldn't help comforting him with a soft voice: "Okay, actually there are a lot of bugs in this story, isn't it? 1000 people fight, what is the victory? The next four, instead of one? Come to think of it, it's more like a fabrication."

Only then did Bai Ling force a smile: "Well, it must be fake."

Li Xuewen felt a sense of contradiction when listening to the conversation between the two.

"There are four out of 1000 people. If you ignore the historical information of this story and only look at the skeleton of the content, why is it so similar to raising Gu?" His eyes flashed, "Or, does it mean killing for the sake of killing?"

"You mean," Xie Chongsen's expression turned serious, "like the blood child sect?"

Bai Ling was taken aback: "The Blood Boy Sect originated so early?"

"It's very possible...very possible!" Sister She was so excited that she spoke faster, "The 'evil thing' referred to by the blood boy has been described all over the world! Satanism regards it as "" "Son of Satan", "the only destroyer of the world", the three major eastern sects call him differently, collectively referred to as "blood boy".

Li Xuewen quickly picked up her words: "If that ridiculous 1000-man war had other purposes, it would make sense!"

What kind of monsters should the four survivors be?

Survived by stepping on the corpses of 96 compatriots... After going through this kind of thing, can you go back to your normal life?

In other words, is there a "blood child" among these four people?

"Sister She, have you heard the story of the four survivors?" Bai Ling's mind raced, "If it is a real war story, there will be biographies of the survivors. Even if there is no official history, such a thrilling survival story , the person involved will brag everywhere..."

"No," Sister She shook her head, "nothing."

This game of chess is actually a million times bigger than what Bai Ling imagined before.

The little devil in Thailand, the dead child in Germany, and perhaps even be involved in a huge cult hidden in the history and forces of foreign countries...

He also thought of a point that Xie Chongsen occasionally raised in the original Wuqing square tomb.

"The same location and different gods described by various religions are like the 'Ouroboros' that appeared in various myths. They are all the same, and there are only deviations in image and behavior, which are just differences caused by different observation times and places. .”

A brief understanding is that a certain god that you think is unique to Chinese Taoism may be another name in Greek mythology.

Four-dimensional creatures wantonly behave and move in three dimensions, causing the entanglement and intertwining of multinational forces...

The energy of their opponents has far surpassed the demons and ghosts who used to fight around.