Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 89: Evil Cave
A cold wind blew through the dark corridor.

Ran Qing's face looked a little ugly.

Changeling...

He had noticed that this old woman was a bit weird before, but he didn't expect that she was a magician.

Now the witch is blocking the way...

Ran Qing grabbed the Nuo opera mask from the canvas bag and put it on his face in an instant.

The brightly painted devil mask suddenly comes alive when it touches the human face.

Two huge blood-red eyeballs opened under the mask.

Ran Qing stared coldly at the witch in front of him. A cold power continued to spread throughout his body, his vision turned blood red, and his body became stronger. A surge of violent emotions spread in his chest, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger as if he had been hungry for ten days and ten nights.

But the feeling that one might lose control at any moment and have one's body snatched away by evil masters was gone.

Ran Qing remained calm and rational.

He stared at the witch indifferently. The noisy and harsh sounds in his ears seemed very far away, as if they were separated by a thick layer of soundproof glass.

Little Cotton squatted beside him, hunched his back, and stared angrily like a cat with its fur standing on end, trying to scare away the monster blocking his way.

But at this moment, slow and heavy footsteps suddenly came from above.

Snap—Snap—

The ghost head that went towards 7014 actually turned back.

The cold and ominous chill spread again as the ghost head approached.

When Ran Qing heard the footsteps approaching the stairwell, he froze in place.

He stared at the old woman in front of him and found that the old woman, who was squatting in the dark with a hunched back, was also stiff and dared not make any sound.

The footsteps on the 7th floor above were getting closer and closer, and the weird old woman was also afraid of the ghost head.

The two sides, who had nearly collided with each other, were now in a strange stalemate, and no one dared to move.

Snap—Snap—Snap—

The sound of footsteps from the 7th floor entered the dark emergency passage.

As the distance got closer, the cold chill drifting down from above became stronger and stronger.

Goose bumps quickly appeared on Ran Qing's stiff arms.

His heart instantly rose to his throat.

That thing... came in?

Does it know that Ran Qing is down there?

A sinister fear instantly gripped Ran Qing's heart.

He stared at the old woman in front of him. This woman was the only obstacle to his escape.

If I rush forward directly, can I knock this weird old woman away and rush out of the door before the ghost leader catches up?

How fast is the ghost head?
Ran Qing's brain was working rapidly, weighing the situation.

But the old woman who was blocking the road was actually retreating slowly and silently.

Although it was staring at Ran Qing, it was clearly afraid of the footsteps above its head and the ghost head.

until……

Snap—Snap—

The heavy and slow footsteps slowly disappeared at the entrance of the safety passage on the 6th floor.

The ghost leader did not come down, but went to the 6th floor.

As the heavy and slow footsteps gradually faded away in the darkness, they finally disappeared completely in the depths of the corridor on the 6th floor.

The other party, who were originally deadlocked in the dark stairwell, suddenly rioted.

The monster with sharp saw-like fangs suddenly straightened its hunched body and rushed towards Ran Qing like an arrow.

The fishy smell rushed straight into Ran Qing's nostrils.

The scattered incense ash blooms in the stairwell.

Six or seven gnawing dead faces leaped out and fell madly upon the monster.

More than a dozen red string figures, like needles tied to red strings, shot towards the fanged monster. Following closely behind was Ran Qing's huge iron fist with throbbing veins on his arm!
……

Three minutes later, Ran Qing rushed out of the elevator building door in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

His short-sleeved shirt was a little messy, but his body was intact and uninjured.

Little Mianhua followed him in shock, looking at the elevator door behind her in horror.

Deep inside the elevator building's door, an ugly, ferocious, pale face stared at Ran Qing in the darkness for a long time before slowly disappearing.

The cold night wind blew on Ran Qing, making him feel a little cold.

A few black-legged fish wandering not far away glanced over here curiously, but did not come over to solicit customers.

Ran Qing stood at the gate, took a few breaths, and then left without daring to stay.

He and Little Cotton quickly disappeared into the night.

"There's a witch in the elevator building!"

Recalling what had just happened, Ran Qing's face turned pale.

Didn’t Aunt Six say that monsters like the transmigrator are extremely rare and almost never enter the city?

Why did I meet another one tonight...

Although the witch was not scary, after all, the power of the Nuo opera mask had weakened, but Ran Qing also had other means. It was just that the witch blocked Ran Qing's movements, and finally led the ghost head from the 6th floor down.

When the ghost leader came after them, the witch who heard the noise immediately rushed into the corridor on the second floor and escaped quickly.

Ran Qing also ran downstairs for his life.

He was running fast enough, but he was still almost caught up by the ghost leader.

Now, recalling the thrill of being caught at the last moment, Ran Qing's heart beat faster.

"...This elevator building is simply terrifyingly weird."

Ran Qing stood in the darkness, looking back at the building under the dim moonlight, muttering to himself.

Not only is there an extraordinarily powerful ghost head, but there is also a magic witch.

Even when the witch tried to stop him, Ran Qing vaguely felt that there were other monsters watching him in the shadows of the stairwell.

There's an awful lot of dirt in this building.

This doesn't make sense.

Monsters like the Bian Po should not coexist with ghost heads and evil spirits.

Little Mianhua followed Ran Qing's feet in a sickly manner, trembling and whispering: "I will never dare to come here again, it's so scary..."

Little Mianhua was timid to begin with, and after bumping into so many scary things tonight, she even spoke in a tearful voice.

I was almost scared to tears.

Ran Qing looked back at the dark building in the distance and murmured, "I really can't come back."

This building is weird and seems to be hiding a big secret.

But this is also a place that Ran Qing, who has just opened the Yintan Temple, cannot afford to provoke, so he will have to avoid it in the future.

Not only are the monsters in the building weird and evil, but Ran Qing also has to be careful of the mysterious evildoer hiding in the building to worship ghosts.

After all, he stole the other party's hidden destiny card...

Under the dim moonlight, Ran Qing turned his wrist and a cold and gloomy wooden sign appeared in his palm.

The finger-sized wooden sign was extremely heavy and felt heavy in the palm of my hand.

Strands of cold air spread along the wooden sign to Ran Qing's arm.

The destiny card, if this thing is real, it is definitely a good treasure that can be used by ghost people to make a living.

Its importance is no less than that of the tomb-grabbing talisman to tomb robbers or the seven-hearted centipede to Gu breeders...

The only thing that needs to be confirmed is whether this thing is authentic.

Ran Qing took a deep breath, and fatigue began to emerge from his body.

Playing two games in a row tonight exhausted all his energy.

But he had no time to rest, instead he walked towards home excitedly, going back to open the Yin altar and identify the authenticity of the horoscope card.

(End of this chapter)