Sewing Corpses, Suppressing Ghost Disasters

Humans have Three Souls and Seven Spirits, ghosts have Nine Netherworld Obsessions and Five Aggregates of Fire. But from the time I was born, I was missing an Earth Soul.

From a young age, I ...

Chapter 185 The Mastermind Revealed

"Bang!"

I instinctively closed my eyes.

I was expecting excruciating pain, but strangely, the expected pain did not occur.

Immediately afterwards, another muffled "bang" was heard.

It's like something has fallen to the ground.

It doesn't hurt?

I opened my eyes and saw Luo Tianhe still standing in front of me.

Slowly turning my head, in the dim light of the room, I finally saw clearly that the person lying on the ground was Old Man Zhao.

He lay there paralyzed, his limbs twisted, his body motionless.

What's going on?

"Don't just stand there, let's go."

Luo Tianhe dropped the wooden stick in his hand and urged him on.

My mind was still a little buzzing, and I instinctively asked, "Go? Where to?"

"Run away! Where else can we go? Otherwise, are we just waiting to die?"

Luo Tianhe was extremely anxious.

I said let's wake up Master Jin first.

"What a load of rubbish, it was me who drugged him, he's in cahoots with Zeng Yonghua."

No way.

Luo Tianhe didn't explain, but carried the fallen Zhao Laohan on his back and said, "Trust me and I'll go."

I glanced back at Jin Ye, who was still snoring, tied his hands and feet with a rope and put it on my back, then followed closely behind Luo Tianhe.

Luo Tianhe glanced at me but didn't say anything. He opened the trunk and threw Old Zhao into it like he was throwing away trash.

I hesitated for a moment, then followed his example and stuffed Jin Ye inside as well.

Luo Tianhe drove very fast, and it took him more than three hours to finish the trip.

We've been traveling along mountain roads the whole time.

A struggling sound came from the trunk halfway through the journey.

I don't know if it was Grandpa Jin or Old Man Zhao who woke up.

However, their mouths were gagged, so they could only make muffled sounds.

All the way there, I kept asking Luo Tianhe what was going on.

However, he was on the phone the whole time, and his face was gloomy, so I didn't dare to ask.

At 8 p.m., the car stopped at a military district.

This military district is truly quite unique.

Beside the gate of the military district, a street winds its way along, with shops on both sides flashing ambiguous red lights.

Sexy women, dressed in revealing outfits, sat languidly in front of a small hair salon, their eyes filled with allure. They would gently stroke their hair or sway their hips, striking poses with abandon.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Is this the legendary red-light district?

But what was the thinking behind opening a red-light district next to a military district?

Luo Tianhe started the car again and drove forward slowly and steadily.

As the car moved forward a meter, the beautiful women standing at the entrance of the small hair salon would enthusiastically surround it.

"Handsome, come in and get your hair washed. We're really good at it."

A beautiful woman wearing a low-cut short skirt stared straight at us, her voice so soft it could melt your heart, and she even deliberately puffed out her chest.

Another girl with a ponytail gently bit her lip, blinked her big, watery eyes, and waved with a smile: "Brother, come on, I promise I'll make you feel comfortable."

Luo Tianhe calmly parked his car in front of a shop called "Dream Hair Salon".

At the entrance of this hair salon, two beautiful women were sitting leisurely, eating sunflower seeds with their legs crossed, their short skirts barely covering their thighs.

As their legs swayed, glimpses of their pubic hair made one blush slightly.

I inadvertently tilted my head and caught a glimpse of the lace trim peeking out from under the skirt of one of the beautiful women.

Luo Tianhe seemed to read my mind and patted my shoulder: "Stop looking, let's take care of business first. I'll have them distract you so you can see as much as you want later."

Luo Tianhe told me to stay in the car and wait, while he got out of the car.

The two beautiful women greeted him warmly as soon as they saw him: "Hey, Brother Luo, long time no see! What brings you here today?"

Luo Tianhe nodded slightly and asked, "Is Sister Hei here?"

One of the beautiful women nodded.

Luo Tianhe didn't ask any more questions and walked straight into the hair salon.

A few minutes later, Luo Tianhe came out, waved to me, and gestured for me to get out of the car.

I glanced at the car, feeling a little worried.

Old Zhao and Grandpa Jin hid in the trunk of the car; they never felt safe parking there.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

Luo Tianhe seemed to understand my concerns and put his arm around my shoulder: "Someone will handle it. Let's go inside first."

As soon as I stepped into the hair salon, a strong perfume scent hit me.

We walked through the narrow corridor to the stairwell and climbed the steps.

On both sides of the second floor, there are many small doors densely distributed.

Every now and then, the noise of people playing cards could be heard coming from behind the door.

Interspersed with bursts of laughter and occasional curses.

We walked along the corridor to the end, and Luo Tianhe reached out and pushed open a door.

Behind the door was a small room.

Red light permeated the entire space.

There was only one small bed in the room, and the sheets were wrinkled.

There was a bedside table next to the bed, piled high with used toilet paper.

The trash can next to it was full of baby clothes.

Luo Tianhe walked straight to the toilet in the corner of the room and gently felt around on the toilet wall for a while.

There was a "click" sound, as if some mechanism had been activated.

One wall of the toilet slowly moved, revealing a hidden passage.

Let's go.

Seeing that I was still in a daze, Luo Tianhe turned around and called out to me.

In stark contrast to the ambiguous atmosphere outside, this room was dark and damp, filled with a pungent musty smell.

Various instruments of torture were hanging on the walls.

Whips, chains, and branding irons gleamed coldly in the dim light.

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