Chapter 89: The Sixth Soul Separation Almost Sewn Her Mouth Corner Full
Tick, tick.
The clock hanging trembling on the wall ticked away to its own beat. Lin Zhou turned his gaze towards the living room. The curtains behind him were drawn. The house had a bad orientation, and even in broad daylight it felt somewhat stuffy and dark.
He hurriedly pressed the switch. The bulb of the living room headlight had just been replaced. The new light dispelled the darkness in the room, and it was even a bit dazzling after being on for a long time.
No one.
The one-bedroom apartment was silent, with no one else around.
Where is that woman?
Could it be that Officer Zhang was lying to him? But why would Officer Zhang cheat on a middle school boy? ...Or was it that the caller wasn't Officer Zhang at all, but something else?
Lin Zhou's mind was full of mixed thoughts. He suppressed his fear and walked around the house again with light steps.
Still no strange woman was found.
Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly looked up at the entrance and frowned.
He remembered that when he went out just now, the door of the utility room was open.
But now, the door is closed.
Either my memory was flawed or someone else had turned it off.
Lin Zhou was frightened by his own thoughts. He comforted himself that he was probably too nervous when answering the phone and closed the door in a hurry. It was normal that he didn't notice it.
So... do you want to open it and confirm it now?
His breathing became noticeably faster, and the strange chair and the incredible story told by Xu Caifeng flashed through his mind again. His feet seemed to be cast in molten iron, fixed in the living room, motionless.
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth and thought, what other choice did he have.
The alcoholic father killed someone and ran away. Although the murderer might not be his father, but... the probability of his father surviving is obviously very low.
He did not have much emotional ups and downs about this sad development, nor was he cold-blooded. It was just that he had experienced too many things since he was a child, and the relationship between the two fathers had gradually worn away. Now the two were more like roommates living under the same roof. Lin Zhou hoped that his father could be more motivated, and it was more for his own tuition considerations.
As for family affection? He knew the limits of his alcoholic father and had long since given up hope.
Now, what he encountered was beyond his imagination.
But he has already been "involved", and the worst that can happen is that he will go underground and reunite with his alcoholic father. There is nothing more terrifying than death, right?
Under such self-hypnosis, Lin Zhou gained a little courage.
He slowly walked to the outside of the utility room and gently turned the door handle. With the sound of the rough and rotten door hinge creaking, he once again came face to face with the strange massage chair.
Still no one.
Lin Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt that the ugly chair in front of him was really an eyesore. He couldn't keep such a gloomy thing in his home any longer, so he simply opened his mobile phone and searched for old furniture recycling or dismantling and cleaning services. The interface showed loading for a while, and a familiar platform name popped up: Quanneng Housekeeping.
Several popular group buying packages are floating around below: 129 for whole house cleaning, 109 for air conditioner cleaning, 89 for old furniture removal...
He clicked the order button as if possessed.
He could no longer bear to keep this thing at home for even a second longer, but he didn't dare touch it himself.
I hope the platform can send someone over soon.
He was staring at his phone in a daze when suddenly he heard a chuckle in his ear.
Lin Zhou shuddered, his neck twisted stiffly as he looked behind him. He saw a large, lifeless face right next to him, very close. Its long hair was wet and stuck to its body. It was wearing a dress and a mask...
“Ahhhhhhh!!!”
Lin Zhou's cell phone fell to the ground with a thud. Without bothering to pick it up, he locked himself in the storage room, twisted the handle hard to lock it, and then gasped heavily, his heart beating wildly.
The woman began to knock on the door. Intermittent sounds came from behind her mask: "...Come out... Come out... Don't..."
The door lock was rusted, and Lin Zhou didn't dare to leave. He could only stand by the side. As a result, he could hear the woman's voice coming from the very close gap in the door. When he thought that there was only a thin layer of door panel between him and this strange woman, as if he could even feel the eerie breath, Lin Zhou felt creepy and his hair stood on end.
"Come out... He's alive..."
"He hasn't eaten for more than ten years... Come out quickly..."
Lin Zhou suddenly thought of something and his back suddenly stiffened.
The woman kept turning the doorknob, her voice unclear, more like an anxious plea: "Come out... Come out..."
Lin Zhou turned his head slowly.
He almost forgot that there was a chair behind him.
He swallowed hard, forced himself to calm down amidst the pounding of his heartbeat, held his breath and looked back—the chair that had been huddled in the corner was now surprisingly close at hand!
What was different from before was that the seams around the edge of the seat had cracked due to age, revealing a circle of white sponge. At this moment, a strange sound began to emanate: a murmur and a rustle, like the whispers of a toothless old man. Lin Zhou noticed that the grooves in the ugly, jumbled leather had deepened, resembling a gigantic human face, a grinning face that threatened to open its bloody mouth.
What is that?
Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that the sponge was something white and squirming wildly, and inside it seemed to be a wrinkled rag. Lin Zhou gritted his teeth, bent down to pick up a discarded PVC pipe from the ground, and picked the thing out of the sponge with trembling hands - it turned out that it was not a rag, but a blue-green striped T-shirt. The last time he saw it, it was worn by his alcoholic father.
Lin Zhou thought of many terrible things. His temples were throbbing, his stomach began to cramp, and he kept wanting to vomit.
"Bang"!
He quickly opened the door, not even caring about the scary woman outside. He unlocked the door and rushed to the corridor railing to lie down. The air around him was still a little stuffy and not fresh, but the "human smell" that hit him in the face saved his senses and made the unspeakable fear just dissipate a little.
He recovered and subconsciously looked towards the building opposite, but it was strange that the police officer who had just called him anxiously was not there. Perhaps they noticed that something was wrong with the woman and were on their way?
That woman.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhou shuddered and looked into the house cautiously. The woman was standing at the entrance, holding a kitchen knife in her hand.
Lin Zhou recognized it. It was the only kitchen knife in his home. He had it sharpened just last month. The blade was so thin and transparent that it could break the skin at a glance.
What would she do? Kill herself too?
Lin Zhou was thinking blankly, but he saw the other party smiling at him - it should be a smile, although her mouth was covered by the mask.
Then, the woman opened the door to the utility room, looked coldly at the contents, and slashed down with her knife. Through the half-open door, Lin Zhou could only see the scarlet liquid splashing onto her body and face. Without blinking, she mechanically sped up her movements. Snap! Snap! Snap! Without hesitation, a cloud of sponge debris floated out, in clumps and puffs, like clumped poplar fluff, landing on the corners of the woman's eyes and eyebrows, where she was delighted.
For a moment, Lin Zhou even felt that the scene before him was inappropriately like the country people slaughtering the New Year pig. Amid the sounds of festive firecrackers and shrill screams, people were excited and crazy about the harvest.
After a while, the woman stopped.
But blood overflowed from under the door, and soon soaked the entrance like a rising tide, sticky and disgusting.
Lin Zhou thought he would be the next one.
However, the kitchen knife clanged out of her hand and fell to the ground. The woman stared at the thing inside the door, as if she was admiring some sacred creation.
She reached out and slowly pulled off her mask.
Lin Zhou outside the house saw clearly that it was a row of red lines, with the stitches running back and forth, hideously and messily, almost sealing the corners of her mouth.
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In the downtown area of Shu City, in the presidential suite of a luxury hotel.
Ying Zhiwei held up the Eight Immortals Pagoda with both hands with a solemn expression, muttering something. The others gathered around him, showing expressions of either nervousness or curiosity.
"As long as there are eight characters and old objects imbued with aura, the Eight Immortals Clan can summon the remaining spirits of the living. As long as they haven't been reincarnated, even those who have crossed the Naihe Bridge can be summoned!" Ying Zhiwei took a deep breath and added weakly, "This Eight Immortals Clan only recognizes members of the Ying family. My skills are very average. If I fail later, you can't blame me."
Ruan Mengxiu sat on the sofa in the middle, supporting himself on the armrests with both hands. Although he looked calm, his upper body leaning slightly forward revealed his impatience.
He nodded quickly and said in a deep voice, "Just do it."
After issuing the disclaimer, Ying Zhiwei was no longer so nervous. He erected the Eight Immortals Tower and poured spiritual energy into it. The tassels trembled gently, and the temperature in the room also dropped significantly.
Wang Fengxu secretly recalled a wicked joke about alchemists in the Taoist school. It was said that these alchemists were extremely poor in ancient times. Unable to afford ice basins, they used Yin Banners to summon ghostly energy to cool down, resulting in a miserable life. This rumor has been passed down to this day, and those who encounter an alchemist they dislike will sarcastically insult him, saying that he doesn't have to pay for air conditioning.
Meng Caiyun revealed a relieved expression and praised, "My air conditioner always gives me colds. It would be great if I could replace it with this!"
Wang Fengxu crossed his arms, smiling with his face but not his heart.
Who would hang white banners in their home, such a dark decoration? He wondered. One moment he'd be planting sweet potatoes in the yard, the next he'd be painting "Ambition" on the screen wall. He dressed himself up nicely, but why was his decorating taste so unspeakable? Such a waste of a villa; he might as well have just given it to him.
Long Zhu kindly and earnestly suggested, "Then you could put ghost-repelling talismans on the floor and set up a barrier exit on the ceiling, which would also be cool."
Meng Caiyun's eyes lit up. "Hey, that's great! It sounds cool and energy-efficient."
Wang Fengxu was speechless after hearing this.
It has even installed a fully automatic Yin Qi circulation system. Why would an evil spirit bother an evil spirit?
Although it's not worth lamenting over someone else's property, the Meng family's villa is a mansion worth two small goals in Hecheng...
He felt sour in his heart and thought to himself: I need to find more unscrupulous customers to cheat... Oh no, to develop my business.
The lotus pattern showed a faint light, and soon a gloomy black cloud gathered in the air. It looked like a scene of summoning ghost soldiers. No wonder the alchemists in the Xuanmen are always at the bottom of the contempt chain. Their magic is really difficult to connect with the path of light.
In just two minutes, the black cloud disappeared inexplicably before it could take the shape of a human.
Ying Zhiwei was a little disappointed, and her voice was filled with guilt: "I can't summon it, maybe I really don't have the ability..."
"Your spiritual power isn't that low. It shouldn't be that way," Meng Caiyun pinched his chin and thought, "Could it be that the soul's current situation is not conducive to summoning it?"
Long Zhu tilted his head: "Perhaps the soul is attached to the body and it is difficult to leave the soul."
Ying Zhiwei understood that the Eight Immortals Tower could summon scattered souls, but if the scattered souls were now attached to a body, then it would be regarded as her summoning the soul of a living person. Although it was possible to summon the yang soul of a living person with the power of the Eight Immortals Tower, her level had not reached that level. Besides, the Ying family did not follow any evil ways, and even if someone in the family could do such a thing, they would not publicize it.
"To summon the soul of a living person, we can only ask the Third Master to help," Ying Zhiwei said in frustration, "I should have left some way out. Now that things have gotten awkward, I don't think they'll help."
"Even if yesterday's incident hadn't happened, asking that old thief Ying San for help would be no less than borrowing from a loan shark," Ruan Mengxiu shook her head. "Little girl, just follow your rules. It's good if you can find some clues. I don't expect to help Sister Qing find her soul right away."
Ying Zhiwei nodded, closed her eyes, and gently shook the Eight Immortals Pagoda in her hand. With the infusion of spiritual power, the black cloud that had just dispersed reappeared from the circle drawn at the top of the pagoda, and slowly turned into a sphere.
The ball floated in the air and gradually became transparent. Not long after, a faint image appeared.
It looks similar to the witch's crystal ball in fairy tales.
"I can only try to find the places the soul may have been, but there may be delays and it may not be accurate." Ying Zhiwei's forehead was sweating and his voice was much weaker. "I can't keep up for too long. Thank you for watching carefully."
Ruan Meng used his fingers to pry open his eye sockets and vowed, "Thank you very much, sister. I will not miss any details."
Everyone held their breath and looked at the screen. The camera was shaking up and down, as if it was by a river.
Everyone then came to their senses. The reason why this shot made people dizzy was that it was Hu Aqing's first-hand perspective.
The camera gradually approaches the riverside steps, going down step by step, and getting closer and closer until it flows into the river. The water flows along the camera, rising little by little, making the people around feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, as if they are about to suffocate.
Finally, the water surface completely covered the lens, and the other scenery in the picture disappeared, replaced by a turbid old green.
Everyone was shocked and puzzled: "Is her soul under the water?"
But after a while, under the hazy black fog, an old iron door appeared in front of me. It looked like an early black-and-white movie scene, with dense noise flashing, and it took a lot of effort to see it clearly.
Then, the iron door opened, revealing a one-bedroom apartment. The furnishings and decoration inside were very old. The terrazzo floor, walls and ceiling corners were covered with obvious cracks, and there were also some residual glue from posters that had not been torn off cleanly on the wall. The TV was very small, and it was the old model with a huge back cover, which was covered with lace cloth. It must have not been turned on for a long time.
At first, Wang Fengxu was very interested and tilted his head to look at the novelty. After looking for a while, he suddenly sat up slowly, with a confused look in his eyes and frowned, as if he was recalling something.
He murmured suspiciously: "Why is it here?"
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