Hit ghost

"Corpse oil?! Are those corpses!" After Zhang Chi's brain froze for a moment, nausea filled his stomach, which made Zhang Chi kneel down directly, and vomited heartbreakingly.

He couldn't use his simple 13 years of life experience to understand what he saw just now, put people in an alchemy furnace to refine and melt?What kind of perverted and curious person can do this?

The mouth was full of vomit, and tears flowed down his face unconsciously. Zhang Chi felt that he was completely unable to think at this moment. Will there be Yingying among the children in the stove?

He didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't bear the misfortune brought about by the tragedy. He could only subconsciously want to escape, subconsciously hypnotized himself, Yingying was still alive.

"Stand up Zhang Chi, your sister is indeed still alive." Tong Tong's voice was like a shot in the arm at this moment, at least it stabilized the boy's mood that was about to collapse, "That's why we don't want you to watch these things, you I can't help but think about it, after all, I am an ordinary human being who will pity even a cat or a dog when it dies."

"Get up, Zhang Chi, you are the elder brother, you still want to save Yingying, don't you?" Yuyu interrupted Tongtong's half-complaining speech, "You have to maintain your mentality, everything you see now is real , so you need to be more awake, so that you can take your sister home."

Zhang Chi knelt on the ground, and the two little devils in his mind encouraged him with words, but he felt that he was about to lose his strength.

"elder brother."

A sweet girl's voice sounded from the front, Zhang Chi suddenly raised his head, looked at the place where the voice came from, he heard it clearly, it was clearly Yingying's voice!

"What's the matter? Zhang Chi, what did you hear?" Tongtong Yuyu was startled by his sudden action, and hurriedly asked him what's the matter.

The two of them couldn't hear anything unusual, only Zhang Chi seemed to have noticed something, but Zhang Chi didn't seem to have heard anything, and suddenly got up from the ground and ran towards the darkness ahead.

"Wait! Zhang Chi, be sober! There is a wall in front of you!" Tongtong Yuyu stared at the white wall and blue tile wall, suddenly feeling a little familiar.

The darkness rushed towards his face like a dense net. Zhang Chi suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness. He looked at his palm and found that he had returned to his original appearance.

"Brother, are you finally here?" The girl's voice came from behind, and he turned around to see that the person standing behind him was his younger sister Zhang Xingying.

Zhang Chi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he grabbed the girl's arms tightly with both hands, and brought her into his arms: "Where have you been! I finally found you!"

His nose was sore, and he was crying when he fully felt the texture of his arms. The skinny boy hugged his young sister and cried bitterly in the dark.

The crying sounded for a long time, and as the excitement gradually faded away, Zhang Chi realized that something was wrong. No matter how young and ignorant his sister was, she had been wandering away from home for several days, it shouldn't be like this Cold reaction?

He let go of the arm that hugged his sister tightly, and when his fingers touched the hard feeling, his heart was already cold for the most part.Looking down again, it was the younger sister who had flung himself into his arms just now, and it was clearly the monster that brought him here!

"Why is it you!!" Zhang Chi shook off the monster's arm vigorously, but was unexpectedly surrounded by his body in the next moment, "Let go! Where's my sister? Where's Yingying?!"

A fragment fell from the monster's chapped face, followed by more fragments, and behind that, half of Zhang Xingying's eye unexpectedly appeared!

"Brother...you, don't you know me..." "Zhang Xingying" looked up and smiled at Zhang Chi, the whites of the eyes that were originally clear and bright in Zhang Chi's memory were now exposed, and golden yellow sticky even dripped from the eyelids liquid.

Zhang Chi shook his head desperately, trying to push away that face: "No! You are not her, you are not my sister! Who are you? Who are you?!"

"Brother, how can you deny me... Yingying is so sad, brother." The monster in front of him began to melt, just like what Zhang Chi saw in the alchemy furnace, it turned into a pool of golden corpse oil, immersing him in.

So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable!

Zhang Chi clasped his neck with his backhand, a sense of suffocation rushed to his head, he panted partially, and felt that his vision began to blur.

He tried his best and shouted loudly with the last bit of strength: "Yingying! Where are you...!"

The darkness suddenly seemed like a broken barrier, and Zhang Chi shivered viciously. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the room where the giant furnace was placed.

"Where is this place? Was I dreaming just now? Tongtong, Yuyu? Are you still there?" Zhang Chi tried to call the two little ghosts attached to him, but unfortunately he failed to get any response.

He looked vigilantly at the room he was in now. There was a memorial tablet enshrined on the old-fashioned mahogany lacquered cabinet. There were three unburned incense burners burning in the incense burner in front of the tablet. Lanterns emitting strange red lights were placed everywhere, so this room The room as a whole is blood red.

Zhang Chi looked around and took a step towards the old-fashioned cabinet where the tablet was enshrined, only then did he see clearly what was enshrined there.

He originally thought it would be a spiritual tablet like a Bodhisattva, but he didn't expect that there was a green-faced, fang-toothed evil ghost behind the tablet. Zhang Chi shrank his neck and looked away, and saw the writing on the tablet.

"Enshrine the spiritual seat of the Wutong God?" Zhang Chi was quite puzzled. How could the thing with a green face and fangs that looked like a human and a beast be called a god?

Inexplicably appearing in such a room, Tongtong Yuyu lost contact again for some unknown reason, Zhang Chi was even more flustered, he hesitated again and again and didn't know which nerve was wrong, so he stood on tiptoe and wanted to touch it. The ghost statue behind the tablet.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly there was a coughing sound behind him, which made the tense Zhang Chi withdraw his hand, and turned his head to look back vigilantly: "Who?!"

In the faint blood-colored light, something moved in an inconspicuous corner in the far corner of the room. Zhang Chi squinted his eyes to see what it was, and then he saw something stretched out in a pile of rags. Out came a scrawny veteran.

Is there anyone else in this room?Zhang Chi's mind was buzzing, he didn't rush over to help others without thinking, but approached slowly step by step: "Who is there?"

The scene in the huge furnace brought serious damage to his immature heart, and at the same time, to a certain extent, it also made his thoughts mature rapidly. Zhang Chi knew that showing that little pity in such a place might fall into the furnace the next moment. People become themselves.

He slowly approached the broken bed that was suspected to be made of wooden boxes. He didn't have any lighting equipment in his hands. This was the first thing he confirmed when he woke up from the darkness just now. The only mobile phone used to communicate with Wen Liang and the others was not. He knew where he fell, so now he can only rely on the faint red light to judge whether the person in front of him is a person or a ghost.

The hand protruding from the rags was only a layer of skin and bones, and the hand with only a layer of skin was covered with old wrinkles. Zhang Chi watched carefully, but the owner of the hand didn't seem to notice that he was When he got closer, that hand was also like a severed limb of a corpse on the battlefield, bent stiffly, looking very strange.

Zhang Chi became a little more courageous, he moved lightly to keep himself from making any noise, then bent down and looked at the pile of rags on the bed——

There was also an eye looking at him in the rag, but Zhang Chi couldn't notice it just now because of the lack of light in the eyes and the blue hole.

"Ah!" Zhang Chi retreated quickly, and only then did he realize what kind of rags he saw. It was dirty strands of hair, and what was on the hand should be what the person in front of him was wearing. clothing.

"Little baby, what are you afraid of?" An old and hoarse voice sounded, and a skinny face was exposed under the dirty hair. The man moved his neck and hooked his hands towards Zhang Chi, "Come here, let me see."

Zhang Chi naturally refused to go there, but he couldn't help himself. The red light in the room flickered, and countless black shadows gathered behind Zhang Chi from the light. Finally, something pushed behind him, and Zhang Chi staggered and fell to his knees. over the man's bed.

"Eh? Why am I...uh!" Before Zhang Chi could react, his throat was grabbed by that old and thin hand. He obviously looked like a dying person, but the strength was astonishing , even picked up Zhang Chi, a half-grown boy, from the ground.

The person on the bed in front of Zhang Chi changed his posture and stopped meditating. He cleared his turbid throat and continued: "If I remember correctly, you are the little doll of Zhang's family. Come to me, are you looking for what?"

"Bastard! Cough, cough, it's... you? Give me back my sister... uh!" Zhang Chi kept kicking his legs in the air, but no matter how much he made trouble, he still couldn't hurt the person in front of him in the slightest. "You...you are old!"

He recognized the person in front of him as the old Taoist who had been to the house. Although he only met once, Zhang Chi remembered this face and the voice.

"Old Daoist? Heh." The old Daoist's expression darkened in an instant, "It's not up to you, a brat like you, to jump to conclusions about my life and death, but you, are you wearing something interesting?"

He freed one hand to lift the jade buckle on Zhang Chi's neck. It was the blood jade given to Zhang Chi by Wen Liang. The blood-red jade reflected the evil red light in the room, so clear that it was a bit tempting.

"Where did you get this thing?" The old Taoist avoided Zhang Chi's grasping hand, grabbed the blood jade into his palm, and took a sip intoxicatedly, "I've been looking for this kind of blood for a long time, boys and girls What is my innate essence, as long as I use this blood as a guide, my medicine pill will definitely succeed!"

This old man was like a jackal smelling blood, and he was intoxicated for a long time. Thanks to his distraction, the hand that restricted Zhang Chi's freedom was also a little weaker.

Zhang Chi saw the right opportunity, drew a half arc in the air with his legs, and then kicked the old man's waist, and he kicked himself out with this strength.

He staggered to the ground, and he didn't bother to think about it. He only remembered what Xie Jin said to him before parting: run, and you must run if you encounter danger!

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