My master is the coffin

Chapter 277
The two of us regretfully walked down the stairs.Complain to each other while walking.Four feet deliberately stomped the stairs.

After walking to the next floor, Wushuang asked angrily, "Is it right this time?"

I nodded: "It must be right this time."

Wushuang looked at the doors in the corridor: "Which one is it? Look at the house number."

I scratched my head and said, "The dean lives in 501. Logically speaking, it should be the door on the left." But just to be sure, I took out my mobile phone and took a photo of the house number.

This photo, I found something wrong.Why is it still on the sixth floor?

I look at Wushuang, Wushuang's face is also cloudy and uncertain.

I was a little worried and said: "Did we meet a ghost hitting the wall?"

Wushuang remained silent.It seems that the face is not happy.

Her appearance is usually a sign of getting angry, and I don't want to mess with her.Hastily waved his hand: "Let's keep going, keep going."

Then the two of us went downstairs.

After going down another floor, I took out my phone to take a picture, and the house number was still on the sixth floor.

I was stunned: "It really is a ghost hitting the wall."

I stood in the corridor, thinking anxiously.Suddenly I caught sight of the bricks blocking the windows.I have an idea in my heart.

The ghost energy here is gloomy, in the final analysis, the Yang energy cannot enter.That's why lonely ghosts are so rampant.As long as I remove the bricks, everything will naturally disappear.

Having figured this out, I greeted Wushuang: "Wushuang, come here quickly and help me remove these bricks."

Then I didn't care whether I Wushuang agreed or not, and started to tear down those bricks.

However, as soon as I took off a piece, I was irritated by the dust and coughed again and again.

At this time, an old voice suddenly sounded behind me: "Young man."

I was startled, and turned around quickly, and saw a kind-faced old man looking at me with a smile on his face.

That kind of peaceful smile is really out of place in this dilapidated building.

I looked at the old man and asked cautiously, "What?"

The old man asked me: "Young man, why are you doing sabotage here?"

I tested him and said intentionally: "These bricks block the sunlight outside. That's why it's spooky here, and there are many lonely ghosts hiding there doing bad things. If I tear down the bricks, these ghosts will be finished."

If this old man is a ghost, his expression will definitely change greatly when he hears me say that. At that time, I will directly take out the mahogany sword and stab him to death.

However, the old man still had a kind smile on his face.He said: "So there is such a saying. To be honest, young man, I put these bricks for decades."

Although there is nothing wrong with the old man's expression, his behavior of putting bricks on the window is really weird.I quietly clenched the mahogany sword, and then asked: "Grandpa, what are you doing with bricks? Aren't you afraid that this place is too gloomy, calling ghosts?"

The old man chuckled, revealing the sparse teeth in his mouth.He pointed to his ears: "I'm old and sleep lightly. I can't fall asleep if there is any movement. There are passing cars and talking outside the building. I can't sleep all night and all night, so I blocked it with bricks."

I nodded, thinking, this explanation is quite reasonable.

The old man had no intention of leaving. He asked me, "Young man, why do you think there are ghosts here?"

I said with a gloomy face: "I met a ghost hitting the wall. I have been wandering around on the sixth floor. Grandpa, didn't you meet it?"

When I said this, the old man suddenly laughed.He laughed happily, as if hearing something very funny in a room.

I looked at him gloomyly: "What are you laughing at, old man?"

The old man was out of breath with a smile. A few minutes later, he said: "Young man, you are not from our building. It is not surprising that you are frightened. Let me tell you the truth. Our building , all the house numbers are written on the sixth floor."

I looked at him strangely: "Why?"

The grandfather said: "Because this number is more auspicious. This building is very old. Most of the residents here come to provide for the elderly. People tend to be superstitious when they are old."

I nodded and asked the old man: "So, what floor is this building?"

The old man didn't say it directly, but was very shy. He stretched out four fingers and gestured at me.

I nodded knowingly.Then he said, "Thank you."

I said to Wushuang: "Just go up one floor. Let's go."

Wushuang was surprisingly quiet today, she followed me with her head down.Walk upstairs in silence.

We had just reached the fifth floor, and when we were about to knock on the door, we suddenly heard a voice above our heads shouting: "Xu You? Where did you go just now?"

I looked up and saw Wushuang standing on the stairs, looking at me strangely.

Then she looked at me in horror: "Who is behind you?"

Startled, I took a step forward, then looked back.

The "Wushuang" behind me lowered his head, his long hair hanging in front of his head, covering most of his face.

I took out the mahogany sword and looked at her vigilantly: "Are you Wushuang? Who are you?"

Wushuang on the stairs shouted: "Xu You, have you lost your mind? The person standing in front of you is obviously a ghost, why don't you kill her?"

I agreed, and pulled out the mahogany sword full of doubts.

In fact, there is a trace of doubt in my heart.This ghost just followed me and never made a move.Now that her identity has been exposed, she is still standing here in a daze, without any reaction before.What is she trying to do?
Seeing me dawdling, Wushuang ran down the stairs impatiently, and shouted at me: "You dawdling, what are you doing?"

Running down towards Wushuang, she brought up a gust of wind.The hair of the female ghost in front of me was blown by the wind, and immediately flew up, revealing a face hidden behind.

When I saw this face, I was stunned: "This is Wushuang's face. And she looked at me nervously, blinking her eyes vigorously, as if hinting at me."

I was suddenly puzzled: "What's going on? This Wushuang seems to be real. This expression is too realistic and vivid. No, if this is real, then the one just now..."

I turned around in panic, just in time to see Wushuang walking down the stairs change his face.Her face was falling off in pieces.The white bones inside were exposed.

Then, she opened her mouth wide and bit down hard on my throat.

I exclaimed: "This is a ghost."

Then I raised my mahogany sword and stabbed at her vigorously.

The skeleton was stabbed by the mahogany sword in my hand, without crying or howling.Instead, he smiled miserably: "Boy, you are lucky."

Then, it just disappeared.

At the same time as the skeleton disappeared, Wushuang behind me fell to the ground with a plop.

I quickly helped her up and asked, "How are you doing?"

Wushuang shook his head, shook his head and said: "I couldn't move or speak just now. It seems that my body was imprisoned by someone. There is a master here."

I looked at her in shock: "This person controls you?"

Wushuang shook his head: "It's not to control me, it's to suppress me with momentum. It's like a ghost pressing a bed, unable to speak or do any movements, and can only follow you mechanically."

I nodded and asked him, "What does that man want? Can you feel it?"

Wushuang suddenly gave me a strange look, and then he said: "I don't think he is our enemy, he doesn't seem to be trying to harm us."

I looked at her strangely: "Don't harm us? Then what does he want to do?"

Wushuang thought for a while and said, "This person gives me the feeling that he wants to play a joke on us."

I scratched my head: "Are you kidding? Is there such a boring person?"

Wu Shuang said: "I don't know either. Xu You, this building is very evil. What should we do? Should we find some dean next, or hurry down?"

I gritted my teeth and looked at the iron gate next to me: "It's already here. It's a pity not to go in and have a look."

So behind me, on the door, I knocked three times.

Wushuang clenched the mahogany sword and reminded me: "If the dean really lives in this kind of place, I guess he is not a simple person. Shall we call some more people up?"

I was about to speak when the iron door creaked and opened.

(End of this chapter)