A faint click, clearly a lock engaging.
The soundproofing here is poor, and I even heard some whispering.
"The door is locked... how did this happen..."
My heart sank, and I dashed to the right.
Arriving at the front door of that room, the house door was slightly ajar.
I pushed open the door directly.
The room was dimly lit, with a greenish hue.
At a glance, I saw Zhang Gui...
It's not just Zhang Gui, there is another "person" in the room...
No, it can't be said to be a person, but a ghost!
The height and waist circumference are almost the same.
The clothes were tight, and the fat accumulated around the neck like a string of meat, with patches of marks that looked like twisted and distorted faces pressed into skin.
Invisible, I seemed to hear the howling cries, yet actually nothing had been heard.
The ghost turned around and stared at me blankly.
His eyes were incredibly bloodshot, his lips thick and big, and his belly was round to the point of bursting. Even from the side, it was very clear.
He licked his tongue with a snort, his eyes turning hungry, and he fixated more on my waist.
Taking a step, he was about to come towards me!
My heart suddenly sank.
Zhang Gui immediately turned his head, his hand suddenly drew back.
A soft snap, and I finally saw that he was holding a thin, long whip in his hand.
The obese ghost stopped, and a faint expression of pain crossed his face. His body even twitched.
"Nothing in the house? If not, just behave yourself and come back. Brother Luo is a comrade."
Zhang Gui's voice was deep and contained a reprimand.
The ghost reluctantly approached Zhang Gui, his thick lips trembling, and whispered a few words.
Zhang Gui's pupils constricted, and he mumbled, "Are you sure? Lead the way!"
His last two words were spoken with great solemnity.
I didn't hear the "ghost's words" clearly, but Zhang Gui's attitude was obviously discovering some clues!
The ghost grunts and grunts towards me.
His gaze was fixed on the door.
I slightly side stepped to let him pass.
The moment he passed by me, his fat face suddenly showed a greedy expression. He reached out and grabbed at my waist!
I was shocked and my face turned pale.
At this distance, there's no time to think of a specific countermeasure.
I took another step back and my body directly hit the wall.
I quickly drew out the mourning rod and struck it down at the ghost head-on!
Everything happened in an instant. The ghost's hand reached into my waistband and grabbed my empty urinal. What he held in his hand was a withered old man's head!
Old Gong was petrified and screamed: "To die, to die!"
The ghost's mouth was incredibly large, like it was about to swallow Old Gong whole!
As I struck him with my stick, white smoke rose from his face, but it had no effect...
This is also a blood grudge ghost. The mourning rod I have at most targets the grudge ghosts. It's like scratching an itch for him.
Bang!
With a dull thud, Old Gong's head disintegrated into gray mist...
But the ghost suddenly inhaled, as if to suck the soul and gray mist of Old Gong into its mouth!
I changed even more greatly in expression!
All of this happened too fast. Zhang Gui roared angrily: "Behave yourself!"
He took a few steps forward abruptly, flicked his whip, which immediately wrapped around the ghost's neck, and then pulled it hard. The ghost stumbled and didn't manage to suck Old Gong's soul.
At this time, I had taken out the drum and bell, staring at the ghost with an ugly expression, ready to beat the drums.
Zhang Gui lifted his hand simultaneously and drew out another whip, slapping several whips down in quick succession.
The ghost's face became even more distorted, and several cracks appeared on his neck, face, and even head at the same time!
No, it's not mouths... it's his mouth!
This scene made my scalp prickle and caused me to have goose bumps all over.
In the next second, Zhang Gui sheathed his whip and took out a talisman, slapping it heavily on the top of the ghost's head.
The talisman disappeared visibly before my eyes, as if it had been immersed in the ghost's head.
The mouths on his head and face also smoothed out and disappeared...
And his eyes looked slightly dazed.
"Lead the way!" Zhang Gui sternly reprimanded.
The ghost hesitated, then walked out the door...
The gray mist that scattered from Old Gong had drifted into the urinal.
I took a few more steps back, until I reached Zhang Gui's side, and the fat ghost squeezed out of the door.
Zhang Gui's face was filled with regret, signaling me to follow first.
As we left the first-floor teahouse, no one could see the fat ghost; many eyes were on me and Zhang Gui.
Of course, no one dared to come forward.
Outside the teahouse, the streets were dimly lit.
This place is very remote, and the streets are similar to those in the small town.
My face has been very unwell-looking.
Old Gong had already condensed into form, trembling and chattering that he was going to die, his death murmurs were extremely annoying.
However, I can't find Old Gong annoying.
This has nothing to do with him, he was almost eaten earlier.
Poor ghosts are naturally timid, fortunately he only has a head, if he had the courage, he might be constantly scared to death.
The fat ghost in front was walking slowly.
Zhang Gui's face looked even more apologetic, constantly apologizing.
He also explained that this was just a ghost who starved to death, using a special feeding method, eating many similar ghosts, now with a gluttonous temperament.
This method of controlling the ghost is the weakest type, using a yin talisman as a medium to provide ghost food, which can bring out the original abilities of the ghost. Even if it's cultivated further, the ghost will become more ferocious.
That's why ghosts are difficult to control.
As for the previous Zhao Xī, he used his own ghost-cultivation method, directly borrowing ghost strength. It's more like half human and half ghost. And once it exceeds the usage limit, it will be retaliated against.
As for Luo Hu, he uses a yin card, where the ghost's abilities are even weaker, only one in ten remaining.
I faintly closed my eyes, feeling a faint chill in my heart.
Zhang Gui's explanation was nothing but another explication of their ability composition.
Stronger control results in weaker ghosts?
I can tell that he really doesn't want to offend me.
Otherwise, these things should not be casually said.
My face looked slightly better, and I was about to make Old Gong shut up and tell Zhang Gui that everything was fine.
Zhang Gui, however, took out a silver box, opened it up, and picked out a big lump of corpse oil, quickly spreading it on the edge of the urinal.
Old Gong jerked in surprise and quickly withdrew into the urinal. The lump of corpse oil fell into it.
"No worries, Brother Zhang, I was just momentarily stunned. Old Gong is fine too. Next time, I'll have experience, and when I see you release a starving ghost, I'll keep an eye on Old Gong," I replied with a much softer expression.
Zhang Gui finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Unconsciously, we had walked to a completely silent street.
The surrounding houses were even older, with some not even having tiles on the surface, and some were abandoned.
The starving ghost stopped in front of a sealed iron door.
The posts on both sides of the door were old rolling shutters, with the word "Demolition" printed on a row of doors.
This is even older than that old and small community.
On the right side of the iron door, there was a vertical plaque on the post, and many of the characters had faded away.
It read: "Suihua District Mental Health Hospital Staff Dormitory."
The starving ghost seemed to feel a threat, and was afraid to enter.
But his face was showing greed again, and he kept licking his thick lips, as if struggling and hesitating.
