Seeing him kneel down in front of me, I was moved and quickly helped him up.
No wonder he had no yin energy, yet he was so anxious; it turned out his nephew was on the verge of death.
"Tell me first, what do you mean by 'you haven't let him go yet'? Did that guy chase you all the way to your house?"
I frowned, wanting to know more about the situation.
Wang Lin nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his voice filled with exhaustion and fear.
“After my nephew returned home, strange things continued to happen to him. He could always see that pale face reflected in the water in various places with water.”
"You have no idea how energetic my nephew used to be. He's been tormented to the point of mental exhaustion, with dark circles under his eyes. But who can live without water? Whether it's eating, brushing his teeth, washing up, or even going to the toilet, he simply can't do without water!"
Wang Lin was in tears, and we could all hear his worry and heartache in his words.
"Didn't he go to the Taoist temple to ask for talismans to ward off evil spirits, and they worked? Why doesn't he go and ask for a few more?"
Hearing this, Li Huai couldn't help but interject, raising his own question.
"He went to all the Taoist temples he visited and got another one, but the effect was not as good as before. It was almost useless, and we don't know why."
Wang Lin's voice was somewhat suppressed, even carrying a hint of despair.
"I have no other choice but to beg you. Master, you must save my nephew, he's still so young!"
I looked at Wang Lin and nodded solemnly, then said:
"There's no time to lose. Take us to your nephew's house now. If we go too late, something bad might happen."
Upon hearing this, Wang Lin's face lit up with ecstasy, and we quickly set off, following his directions, to the outside of a rented room.
According to Wang Lin, his nephew's family doesn't actually live in this city; they are also migrant workers who rent a fairly cheap apartment.
As soon as we entered the building, we realized that you get what you pay for!
The hallway lights seemed to have a faulty connection, flickering on and off. We had to keep stomping our feet to keep the lights on.
His nephew lived on the fourth floor, a rather unlucky number, but just like Li Huai's previous choice:
I live on the 4th floor not because it's the only vacant floor, but because it's the cheapest!
After all, the people in this city are quite superstitious.
Living in this city, who hasn't encountered one or two strange things? Naturally, there are some taboos about such things.
Before I even reached the fourth floor, I could smell a faint fishy odor.
We quickened our pace immediately, realizing that something might have already happened.
Soon, we arrived at room 407. Wang Lin also smelled the strange odor. He knocked on the door forcefully and kept shouting:
"Hey, Xiaobin, are you there? I've found you a real master, you're saved!"
But after he called out for a while, there was no response from inside the door, as if the rented room was empty and no one lived there.
We all frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in our hearts.
After knocking for quite a while, there was still no response from inside the door.
Wang Lin shakily pulled out a spare key from his pocket, fumbled around for a while, and then inserted the key into the lock before turning it open.
The moment he opened the door, we all involuntarily gagged. The room smelled faintly of fish, mixed with mold and the stench of urine.
The three of us were also disgusted, but Wang Lin didn't care about that. He rushed into the living room, scanned the room, and when no one was there, he dashed into the bedroom.
After searching every room, he slumped onto the sofa, dejected.
"How is that possible? Xiao Bin is missing. I specifically told him to wait for me here."
I shrugged:
"He probably wouldn't deliberately disobey you, but if that thing gets into his house, he'll panic and run away."
"Where should we look? This city is so big."
Li Huai felt somewhat helpless.
"Idiot, use your brain! Where else could he have gone? He must have been forced back to that hotel by that ghost!"
I glared at Li Huai, feeling that the kid wasn't very bright.
"Yes, he must have gone to the hotel, and, moreover, the urn is gone!"
Wang Lin suddenly pointed to an altar in the corner and said in a trembling voice.
An urn? Where did this urn come from? I was completely baffled. Did Wang Lin's nephew die a long time ago?
Seeing our expressions, Wang Lin guessed what we were wondering and explained hurriedly:
“It’s not my nephew’s urn, it’s his female colleague’s. After her funeral and cremation, no one came to claim the urn. My nephew felt guilty, so he took the urn back and set it up on an altar, offering it to her day and night.”
So that's how it is. We nodded involuntarily; his nephew seemed like a decent person.
At least this incident will earn him a lot of good karma.
Moreover, if his female colleague were to become a ghost, she might even offer him some help because of his actions.
"Alright, let's not waste any more time. Let's hurry to the Yushui Hotel. The later we get there, the greater the chance that Xiaobing will be killed!"
I made a quick decision, and then our group got back into the car and drove to the Yushui Hotel.
On the way, I gave him these instructions:
"If I'm not mistaken, that water ghost should be the corpse that Li Huai moved earlier."
"It's only been a few years, yet they've become so ferocious, even managing to track us down to our homes."
"If I'm not mistaken, it's not because of her deep resentment, but because the Yushui Hotel itself is a place where corpses are raised with extremely heavy yin energy!"
After hearing my words, the group nodded in understanding and involuntarily recalled the description of the Yushui Hotel that Wang Lin's nephew had given them.
From under the bridge, it looks like a grave, the main building looks like a tombstone, and the surrounding overpasses look like wreaths!
I couldn't help but frown. Could this have been intentional on the part of the people who built this hotel?
This explains why, despite so many deaths, they were always able to suppress the news and continue operating normally.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but have an idea and dialed Zhang Qiang's number.
Soon, Zhang Qiang's voice came from the other end of the phone. The situation was critical, so I didn't waste any time with pleasantries and went straight to the point:
"Do you know the Yushui Hotel? There are frequent murders there, so why is it still operating normally?"
"Yushui Grand Hotel? Someone's contacted you?"
Zhang Qiang didn't answer; instead, he immediately asked a question in return.
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