Chapter 49: Grandpa Lynx
They circled the little gray house. It was like a baby's skull, tightly closed, with no opening to get in.
N sneered, "It's prepared for us."
Tu Lanxun continued to observe and asked, "Is there no way to...give it a sleeping pill?"
N shook his head. "It's risky. Their method is very personal. There's a chance they can fool him, but there's also a chance they'll wake him up."
As the three of them were hesitating, Tu Lanxun suddenly said, "Why don't we go?"
Leave? Give up just like that?
Her eyes shone brightly in the darkness. She glanced at them and said, "If we leave, won't they come? I don't believe they won't come back."
There was obviously something in the small gray house, otherwise they wouldn't have used such a guarding method. She became more and more curious.
N heard this and a faint smile appeared on his face. He glanced at Tu Lanxun, who was in a much better mood than before. He said, "Your heart is so dark? Not bad, very good."
N took the lead and wanted to put on a good show. He stood there with his eyes closed for a while. The night air suddenly became cold and damp, the wind picked up, and there was a faint tendency for rain.
Tu Lanxun remembers that N died in the rain. When it rains or in places with a lot of water, his power will be unprecedentedly strong.
N clapped his hands: "Okay, covered."
Perhaps influenced by N, Tu Lanxun suddenly discovered that a brick in the courtyard wall had a hole in it, and a miniature camera was buried inside. The camera was now covered with thick water vapor.
It was indeed a trap.
N's figure instantly vanished from the spot, reappearing several times, pulling out the weeds in the yard one by one. However, despite all the damage he'd done, he'd spared the small gray house. Finally, the yard was a mess, with the ropes broken and even the crushed trash can vomiting all over the floor. N said, "Let's go."
Tu Lanxun smiled slightly. It looked like Courtyard No. 1 had been completely invaded. But there was only one last step left.
N stood in the middle of the yard, turned to a wall beside him, and raised his chin slightly. An invisible force flew from his body to the wall, and it fell down in half like a building block. The sound of broken bricks was very obvious in the night street.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Liu Maosheng trotted forward, with the blue-colored xun hanging behind him. The wind rushed in through the broken wall, making people's blood boil and feel excited.
The moment he ran out of the courtyard wall, N suddenly turned around, and a water arrow condensed in the air shot back, and a window glass of the small gray house shattered. The white curtains inside were lifted up by the wind and rolled violently, as if someone was blinking.
“Snap, snap, snap—”
The sound of the glass breaking was crisper and louder than normal, and it even caused an echo. In an instant, the wind howled in the courtyard, and a faint ringing sound could be heard from the air, the frequency of which was too high for human ears to detect.
Tu Lanxun's brain felt like it was pierced by a needle. He ran forward desperately with his legs drooping, and had no intention of going back to take a look while the house was broken, because the high-frequency vibration made him anxious, and it sounded too much like a baby's shrill cry!
Moreover, something strong overflowed from the broken window and quickly filled the entire courtyard. Tu Lanxun couldn't tell what it was, but he had a hunch that it was extremely dangerous.
"It's deathly aura." N turned back and gave a cold look, frowning slightly and sneering, "I understand. These people are truly sinful."
The three of them ran to another street before stopping to catch their breath. Tu Lanxun covered her stomach and found that her physical strength was not even comparable to that of the fifty-year-old Liu Maosheng, but the fact that the other party was a ghost made up for her self-esteem.
She asked the most curious question: "What will happen if we break into the house rashly?"
"Your soul won't be destroyed." N laughed nonchalantly, leaning against a tree and plucking a leaf. With the long fingers of his left hand dancing, he nimbly performed a series of somersaults. "At most, you'll be seriously injured for a while, and you might have some mental problems. As for you, you might even have a shortened lifespan."
"How much is the discount?"
“How much is left is how much is discounted.”
Tu Lanxun shuddered.
"Is that a feng shui bureau? The kind that makes the directions of the year unlucky?" She asked again, trying to recall the memories of slacking off and reading fortune-telling novels while in school.
N gave her a strange look and replied, "You know quite a lot, but that's not it."
"What is that?"
N's face darkened, his eyes grim, and he said indifferently, "Under that yard, no, under the foundation of the little gray house, there's a dead fetus buried."
Tu Lanxun was shocked and took two deep breaths. Liu Maosheng's expression beside him also turned ugly. "So if we force our way in, we'll be haunted by the dead fetus?"
N: "To be precise, it will bear the wrath of the awakened, long-sleeping fetus. Not only will it haunt you, but it will also crawl into your stomach and force you to give birth to it, regardless of whether it's a human or a ghost, or a gender."
"People who are possessed are prone to mental disorders, hearing the maddening crying of babies all the time, and then turning into drooling fools."
Tu Lanxun was just about to say that Tang Weining hadn't been completely deceived, and that this was exactly what he needed, but upon hearing about the mental disorder, he shut up again and said, "So everything will be fine after the baby is born?"
N looked over with sarcasm. "Naive! Could it be a child? It's a disordered reproduction of human flesh. Scientifically, it's also called a malignant tumor."
The day you are born is the day you die.
Tu Lanxun stopped talking. She decided to praise herself in her heart. The person who came up with the plan of pretending to be defeated and running away was really a genius!
Liu Maosheng also gave a thumbs up: "Little boss, you are so smart!"
Someone applauded him, and Tu Lanxun laughed. He also praised Uncle Liu's swift escape, which made the young man concede victory. The other person laughed so hard that wrinkles appeared on his face. Meanwhile, N stood on the street corner, listening to the noise. After a while, he turned around and interrupted their business compliments, "Here they come."
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The energetic young man waited in the store for a long time. Suddenly, the camera in Yard No. 1 was blocked by someone. Instead of getting anxious, he smiled and saw the other party taking the bait and taking action.
As long as he takes action, no matter whether the one coming is a ghost or a fairy, he will trap them all.
He didn't dare to start the second game. He turned on the computer and chatted with someone. He had just met a new sister. They had a great chat. The spirited young man could smell the breath of spring in the late autumn. He couldn't help but send her many death selfies showing off his watches and car keys, with his chin raised and eyes squinting.
While chatting with his sister, the energetic young man suddenly heard a "kuacha" sound on the street outside. It was a bit far away, and it came from the direction of No. 1 Courtyard.
Could it be that the struggle inside was so intense that it blew the roof off?
He didn't want to intervene, nor did he dare. That place was full of evil, and if it went mad, it would even swallow him. Then, a high-pitched ghostly cry could be heard. Good, the young man felt a little more at ease, and continued to wait.
Waited ten minutes.
Hey, why do I only hear ghosts crying but not laughing?
Mr. Li had warned that the little gray house must not be touched or startled, as it would eat people if it opened its eyes. Its characteristic was that it would cry when awake and laugh when it ate people, just like a child.
What's going on? He only woke up this time, but he still hasn't eaten me yet? He's not letting me down, is he?
If those spies were allowed to get away, the young man shuddered, thinking that Mr. Li would kill them all.
After thinking it over, the young man put out his cigarette, crushed it hard into the ashtray, stood up suddenly, and decided...
Report to your leader first.
I called, and only picked up the phone after the last few rings. Mr. Li seemed to still be out, having gone from a drinking party to a nightclub, and it was quite noisy. When he answered the phone, his voice was drunken and slightly angry, "What's going on again?"
The young man quickly explained the situation and sincerely hoped that his leader would order him to stay put and not to think too much.
Mr. Li was furious. The alcohol had faded by 70%, replaced by anger. "Don't you have legs? Go and see. Are you being raised for nothing?"
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away. I don't want to have to ask for instructions or report anything." The young man laughed, cursing in his heart, his tongue tinging with bitterness. To put it bluntly, what's the difference between him and Broken Face? He's just alive, and his skin is still there. It just takes a little more effort to clean it up.
Bah. He thought silently, as long as he could climb to the top of the organization, sooner or later I would make you kneel down and call me grandpa.
The young man shuffled out the door in his slippers, walking a short distance before switching from his left foot to his right, holding up the upper to prevent it from flying off when he ran. He wasn't completely reassured, so he brought a paper figurine for self-defense: it was the precious paper imitation bronze lynx.
Looking from a distance, I saw that half of the wall of Yard No. 1 had collapsed, one side of the small gray house was "blind", and the curtains were sticking out of the holes, like a concrete tear, and half of the street was dead.
"Grandpa Lynx, Grandpa Lynx, please protect me." The young man gritted his teeth at the paper imitation bronze lynx, "I'll find a tonic for your original body later, is that okay with you?"
The eyes of the paper-like bronze lynx flickered in the night, and a colder aura of death emanated from the paper model, slowly enveloping the young man's body, allowing him to move freely in the indiscriminate death aura of the small gray house.
The young man's first concern wasn't the damage to the small gray house, nor the life or death of the group of snoopers, but the ultimate killing weapon placed in the gray house. Yes, General Li instructed him not only to set up the gray house, but also to flexibly use the killing weapon when encountering a strong enemy, so the young man put his "grandfather" in it.
That grandpa is a guy on the same level as Grandpa Lynx, and he usually respectfully calls him "Grandpa Mirror".
The young man kept muttering to himself that he actually had a deeper friendship with the old lynx, but the lynx's real body was often not in the store, so he could only put the slippery and unpredictable mirror in to protect the mountain.
This is actually because mirrors are too easy to imitate. There is no technical content involved. After imitating them a few times, every customer who came asked, "What is this?" But no one bought it. People would rather buy paper-made items with gold foil, such as golden pigs, golden dragon chairs, and golden ingot ships. Who would want a flat mirror? People who don't know would think someone sat on it.
The young man walked into the courtyard, and it was indeed in a mess. After a life-and-death battle, the small gray house exuded a strong smell of death, indicating that the evil thing underground was in a very bad mood.
He tiptoed to the front of the small gray house, recalling the method Mr. Li taught him. He first pried open a stone at the corner of the courtyard, cut his wrist with the sharp corner, and threw the bloody stone into the gourd-shaped water tank at the door of the gray house, representing feeding into the mouth.
Then he stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand, stroking the straws hanging from the eaves back and forth, humming a wordless tune as if he was coaxing a child to sleep.
After a while, the stone in the water tank began to vibrate and rotate in place. The young man was delighted, it worked.
Just as he moved the water tank away and was about to go in with the paper lynx in his arms, the young man stopped at the threshold. The "Mirror Grandpa" that guarded the mountain was still there, well placed!
Something is wrong.
Those people never went in!
Now he has fallen into the trap and become someone's guide?
Cold sweat slid down the young man's back.
At this moment, a cold sneer came from behind him, and his whole body suddenly became unable to move. A handsome face looked down at him from the side, with peach blossom eyes shattered, but it was even more terrifying than a broken face.
The male ghost smiled and said, "Good stuff, thank you for opening the door for us."
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