Chapter 2: The Haunted Red Dress Wu Xian opened his cold eyes, and the warm light dispelled the coldness in his did not return to the detective agency, but appeared in a room that looked like a hotel. The room was not very big, with terrazzo floors, light floral wall coverings, blue checkered bedding, mahogany tables and chairs, a private bathroom and an old TV. There was a key on the table with a label that read Room 406. It was pitch black outside the window. I could vaguely make out that I was in the city, but there were no lights. The city seemed dead. I could faintly hear the sound of clapping and eerie prayers. "This is the blessed land. Were all the missing people brought here?" Recalling his previous experience, Wu Xian began to understand what the blessed land was. The so-called blessed land is like a large-scale survival game. Those missing people are actually players of the game. The black hand covering the eyes is like a cutscene, and the previous worship of gods... is it a benefit for novices? All the missing people died in the blessed land. Those who were lucky enough to survive no longer wanted to have anything to do with the blessed land because of the horrific experiences they had there. In order to verify his guess, Wu Xian decided to go out and take a look. But as soon as he reached the door, he stopped, as he smelled a salty-sweet smell mixed with rust. It's bloody smell.
He immediately leaned over to take a peek. I saw a waiter hanging in the air, his face terrified, gesticulating, his head grabbed by a big hand that stretched out from out of sight. The big hand gradually exerted force like a pair of iron clamps, squeezing the waiter's head. "Ah, no, let me go, I..." puff! The waiter's head was crushed like a rotten tomato. The big hand grabbed the waiter's body and gradually disappeared from Wu Xian's sight. Wu Xian was silent for a moment. "It seems that it is not a good night to go out." …… Since I can't go out. Just see what you can do first. Wu Xian opened his coat and frowned immediately. In order to deal with the crisis of disappearance, he hid several cold and hot weapons on his body, as well as lighters, magnifying glasses, rings with hidden blades and other things. But now, everything has turned into delicate origami, losing its original color and becoming light and fluttering. Even the steel wire hidden in the clothes will break with a single pull. This means that except for clothes and people, everything brought from the outside world will not be effective in the blessed land. The only thing he could rely on was the True Fire Spell. The True Fire Spell looked like just a piece of yellow paper with official script written on it, and the paper was a bit rough, but based on the information in my mind, it was not as simple as it looked. Wu Xian was like a child who got a toy. He rolled the yellow paper around his middle finger with anticipation and recited a sentence in his heart according to the information he had received before. 'The stars lead the way, and the heavenly officials grant the talisman!' The talisman paper burned automatically, and the word "True Fire" appeared on Wu Xian's middle finger, and then disappeared without a trace. This ceremony is called 'rubbing'.
The talisman is just a medium; the key is the information on it. As long as this information is printed on it, any object can exert the power of the talisman. Wu Xian raised his middle finger and looked at it for a long time. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. dong dong! Boom boom boom! The sound was very dull, not like the sound of clapping with hands. Wu Xian quietly walked to the side of the door, bent down and put his ear against the door panel. This action could ensure that people outside could not detect his presence through the peephole and the crack in the door. After standing still, he heard a cry for help coming from outside. "Excuse me, is there anyone in the room? He is crazy and wants to kill me. Please let me go in and hide for a while..." Wu Xian did not respond. The woman outside's tone became urgent. "Please be kind, I'm not lying, I'm Yu Yinghua, the proprietress of this hotel!" "You have such a cruel heart, when he comes up and sees me at your door, he won't let you go..." In just two minutes, the woman changed her words several times. Her words were sincere and full of emotion, sometimes sad and tactful, sometimes anxious and frightened. It was almost impossible to find any fault with her words. But Wu Xian was convinced that she was not human. The problem is the sound. Wu Xiandu put his ear to the door, but could only hear voices, no rapid breathing, and no sound of bodies hitting the door or the ground. It was like there was a woman kneeling on the door, kowtowing mechanically! Wu Xian held his breath. The room was silent as if no one was there. The woman outside also quieted down. Now even a needle falling on the ground could be heard. The silence lasted for a long time, and Wu Xian never straightened up. suddenly. boom! There was a muffled sound, as if something hit the door, followed by a low friction sound. Wu Xian could almost imagine a strangely-looking woman lying on the door, her body constantly pressing against the door panel, her eyes fixed on the cat's eye, twitching like an epileptic, greedily sniffing for any trace of a living person. …… After going crazy, the woman outside finally left. The sound of her moving was rustling, like a mop mixed with mud and sand rubbing against the ground. As the sound gradually faded away, Wu Xian finally straightened up, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly backed away. "What should we call this thing, a ghost, a monster, or an evil spirit?" This was the first time Wu Xian encountered such a thing. This kind of horror beyond his cognition made him feel creepy and his hands and feet trembled slightly, but at the same time he felt a little familiar with it. After taking two steps back, Wu Xian suddenly stopped and his heart skipped a beat. His shoulder hit something.
Wu Xian tilted his eyes slightly and found a red skirt draped over his shoulders and a pair of female feet. The feet were slender and well-proportioned, with slightly protruding bones and tendons, and the nails were trimmed round and smooth. But unfortunately, it was blue in color and gave off a foul smell, obviously it had been dead for a long time. A resentful female voice came from above my head. "I'm going to eat you for the rest of my life." Without looking up, Wu Xian knew that there was definitely someone hanging above his head. Wu Xian's mouth twitched: "Sister, we just met. For such a big event in life, do you want to get to know each other better first?" "I'm going to eat you for the rest of my life!" The woman spoke again, her voice becoming more vicious and sharp, filled with deep hatred, which hurt Wu Xian's eardrums. "Well, she only knows one sentence." Since communication was impossible, Wu Xian began to think about how to escape. Based on the experience learned from horror movies, no matter if you flee in panic or look up, nothing good will happen, and even if you don't move, you will still die after a long time. Wu Xian rolled his eyes and came up with a solution. "She must have been hanged, so the rope that was hanging her must have been very strong." From a distance, you can see that above Wu Xian's head, there is a woman in red clothes hanging. She is pulled up by a hemp rope. Her face is purple, her eyeballs are bulging, and her black and red tongue is sticking out of her mouth, stretching longer and longer, like a long snake. Her face was full of viciousness, and her tongue was about to wrap around Wu Xian's neck. She was about to hang Wu Xian and make his death as ugly as hers. But at this moment, Wu Xian suddenly grabbed her feet! The two little feet were as cold as ice and had a disgusting corpse smell. But Wu Xian still held on tightly, suddenly raised his thighs and put all his weight on her. quack! Yuewei Caotang Notes, Volume 13: According to sorcerers, if a hanged person wears red clothes, his ghost will enter and exit the room, and the spirits in the room will be haunted. Women are not buried in red clothes, because red is a yang color, and it looks like a living soul. I don't know where this saying comes from, but women believe it very much. Therefore, those who die of resentment often hang themselves in red clothes to seek to haunt them.
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