God Bestows Evil Chapter 2

Chapter 2 The Scarlet Clothes in Red

Wu Xian opened his cold eyes, and the warm light dispelled the coldness in his body.

He did not return to the detective agency, but appeared in a room that looked like a hotel. The room was not big, with terrazzo floors, light floral wall coverings, blue-checked bedding, mahogany tables and chairs, a separate bathroom and an old TV. machine.

There is a key on the table with the label reading Room 406.

It was pitch black outside the window, and you could vaguely tell that you were in a city, but there were no lights, and the city seemed dead. You could faintly hear clapping sounds and eerie prayers.

“This is the blessed land. All those missing people were brought here?”

Thinking of the previous encounter, Wu Xian somewhat understood what the blessed land was about.

The so-called blessed land is like a large-scale survival game. Those who disappeared have actually become players of the game. Black hands covering their eyes is similar to a cutscene, and the previous worship of gods... is a novice benefit?

All the missing people died in the blessed land.

Those who survived by chance also did not want to be involved with the blessed land anymore because of the horrific encounters in the blessed land.

In order to verify his conjecture, Wu Xian decided to go out and take a look.

But as soon as he reached the door, he stopped and smelled a salty-sweet smell mixed with the smell of rust.

It is the smell of blood.

He immediately leaned in front of the cat and took a peek.

I saw a waiter hanging in the air, with a frightened expression and dancing around. His head was grabbed by a big hand that stretched out from outside the sight. The big hand gradually tightened like an iron vise, squeezing the waiter's head.

“Ah, no, let me go, I...”

Poof!

The waiter's head was crushed like a rotten tomato. His big hands grabbed the waiter's body and gradually disappeared from Wu Xian's sight.

Wu Xian was silent for a moment.

“Looks like it's not a good time to go out tonight.”

Since you can't go out.

Just see what you can do first.

Wu Xian opened his coat and frowned immediately.

In order to cope with the crisis of disappearance, he hid several hot and cold weapons on his body, as well as lighters, magnifying glasses, rings with hidden blades and other gadgets.

But now everything has turned into exquisite origami, losing its original color and becoming light. Even the steel wires hidden in the clothes can be broken with a pull.

This means that except for clothes and people, all things brought from the outside will not be effective in the blessed land.

The only thing he can rely on is the True Fire Spell.

The True Fire Spell looks like just a piece of yellow paper with official script written on it. The paper is a bit rough, but according to the information in my mind, it is not as simple as it seems.

Wu Xian was like a child who got a toy. He rolled the yellow paper on his **** expectantly, and said something silently in his mind based on the information he had obtained before.

'The stars lead the way, and the heavenly official gives the talisman! '

The talisman paper burned automatically, and the word "True Fire" appeared on Wu Xian's middle finger, and then disappeared without a trace.

This ceremony is called 'rubbing'.

The talisman is just a medium, the key is the information on it. As long as this piece of information is printed, any item can exert the ability of the talisman.

Wu Xian raised his **** and looked at it for a long time.

Suddenly a knock on the door was heard outside.

Dong dong dong!

This sound is very dull, not like the sound made by hand.

Wu Xian quietly walked to the door, bent down and put his ear against the door panel. This action ensured that people outside could not detect his presence through the peephole and the crack in the door.

After standing still, he heard calls for help coming from outside.

"Is there anyone in the room? He is crazy. He wants to kill me. Please let me go in and hide for a while..."

Wu Xian did not respond.

The woman outside's tone became urgent.

"Please be kind. I'm really not lying. I'm Yu Yinghua, the proprietress of this hotel!" "You are so cruel. When he comes up later and sees me at the door, he won't let go. It's your…”

In just two minutes, the woman changed her words several times. Her words were sincere and full of emotions, either sad and tactful, or anxious and frightened. There was almost nothing wrong with her words alone.

But Wu Xian decided that she was not a human being.

The problem is the sound.

Wu Xiandu put his ear to the door, but could only hear voices, no rapid breathing, and no sound of his body hitting the door or the ground.

It was like a woman kneeling on the door, kowtowing mechanically!

Wu Xian held his breath. The room was as quiet as if there was no one around. The woman outside also stopped. Now you can hear even a pin drop on the ground.

The silence lasted for a while, but Wu Xian never straightened up.

Suddenly.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, as if something hit the door, followed by a low friction.

Wu Xian could almost imagine a strange-looking woman lying on the door, her body constantly squeezing the door panel, her eyes staring into the cat's eyes, twitching like an epilepsy, greedily sniffing for traces of living people.

After going crazy, the woman outside finally left.

The sound of her movement was rustling, like rubbing the ground with a mop mixed with sand. As the sound gradually faded away, Wu Xian finally straightened up, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly backed away.

“What should I call this thing, a ghost, a monster, or an evil spirit?”

This was the first time Wu Xian encountered such a thing. This kind of horror that transcended cognition made his heart tremble and his hands and feet trembled slightly, but at the same time, he felt a little warm.

After taking two steps back, Wu Xian suddenly stopped and his heart skipped a beat.

His shoulder touched something.

Wu Xian looked slightly slanted and found a red skirt draped over his shoulders, as well as a pair of female feet. The feet were slender and well-proportioned, with slightly protruding tendons and rounded and smooth nails.

But unfortunately, it was blue in color and exuded a putrid smell. It had obviously been dead for a long time.

A resentful female voice came from above.

“I will eat you for the rest of my life.”

Without having to raise his head, Wu Xian knew that there must be someone hanging above his head.

The corner of Wu Xian's mouth twitched: "Sister, we have just met. Do you want to get familiar with this important matter in your life?"

“I want to eat you for the rest of my life!”

The woman spoke again, her voice becoming more bitter and sharp, full of deep-seated hatred, which stung Wu Xian's eardrums.

“Yeah, she only knows one sentence.”

Since he could not communicate, Wu Xian began to think about how to escape.

According to the experience learned from horror movies, no matter whether you run away in panic or look up to observe, nothing good will happen, and even if you don't move, you will still die after a long time.

Wu Xian rolled his eyes twice and had a countermeasure.

"She should have been hanged, so the rope hanging her should be very strong."

If you look further away, you can see that above Wu Xian's head, there is a woman in red hanging. She was lifted up by a hemp rope. Her face was bruised, her eyes were protruding, and her black and red tongue poked out of her mouth. It stretches longer and longer, like a long snake.

Her face was full of viciousness, her tongue was about to wrap around Wu Xian's neck, and she was about to hang Wu Xian to death, making his death look as ugly as her own.

But at this moment, Wu Xian suddenly grabbed her foot!

These two little feet were as cold as ice, and there was also a disgusting corpse smell.

But Wu Xian still held on tightly, his thighs suddenly lifted up, and his entire weight fell on her.

Gah bang!

Yue Wei Caotang Notes, Volume 13: The slang shaman said that if the hanged person wears red clothes, his ghost will come in and out of the room, and he will suffer from ecstasy while imprisoned. A woman should not be restrained by red clothes, because red is a yang color, just like the soul. I don't know where this saying comes from, but women believe it deeply. Therefore, if the deceased is angry and hangs himself in red clothes, he will hang himself to seek evil spirits.

(End of this chapter)

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