Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Sheep and Ox

Lu Yingjiu finally fell asleep in the car.

And just as Jingxian expected, he was leaning against the back of the chair, but he soon started to sway, leaning his head on his shoulder.

Jingxian's mood was not so relaxed.

Lu Yingjiu probably realized that he was not human, but there was no evidence.

He didn't mean to hide his identity, but this matter... it sounds awkward and hypocritical.

——He didn’t want Lu Yingjiu to know that he had helped him.

In the face of people who have helped me for several years, no matter who they are, they will bring filters. What's more, Lu Yingjiu attached great importance to human affection. If someone helped him, he would definitely return it twice as much.

Watching the leisure, in case Lu YingjiU knows the truth, in case Lu Yingjiu really likes him, how much is the emotion of being wrapped in kindness? Will it, that is not pure?

What he wanted Lu Yingjiu to like was not a "ghost marriage object", but a "respect for leisure".

In the end, Jingxian doesn't know whether he should spend this kind of thought, whether he should have such concerns. He wouldn't think about these things on weekdays. What he needed was a delicate mind and a cautious speculation. There was no need at all. There was always only someone else to figure out his share.

But it's different now.

He has faced thousands of ghosts, faced the abyss, but never faced the person he likes. The ferocity and tyranny of ghosts and the capriciousness of the abyss all surrendered to his feet, but they were nothing compared to Lu Yingjiu's gaze. He still remembers how the hand he held the other side trembled slightly on the day he first met, with tension, joy and excitement.

In short, the ghost king was cowardly for the first time.

Jingxian was so pretentious and awkward, and perhaps a little confident in his masculine charm, clutching his identity and not talking about life or death.

But right now, things seem to be going nowhere.

Jingxian had some headaches, but he saw Lu Yingjiu leaning on his shoulders on one side—he always looked very relaxed when he slept, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and he was as quiet as a painting.

Jing Xian's mood suddenly improved again.

Forget it, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and there will always be a way.

After getting off the expressway, they walked slowly along an unmanned path until they reached the gate of the slaughterhouse. The car was stopped by a rusted crossbar in the parking lot, surrounded by tall walls.

Little Li muttered: "What should I do? Or should we stop the car here and then go in?"

Jingxian said, "Just hit the railing and go in."

Little Li Qianba laughed a few times, and said that the joke was not fun, and as a result, he saw a casual expression from the rearview mirror. He stunned for a few seconds, and then I had a big grass in my heart: Is this guy serious? Intersection

Jingxian urged again, "Why didn't you bump into it?"

He has his own sense of oppression, and a simple sentence is the taste of "I want to do you" by Little Li.

Little Li looked at the new instrument panel in the car, swallowed, and finally struggled: "You, your car is millions ..."

"You don't need to pay." Jing Xian said, suddenly a light shoulder fell - Lu Ying woke up, sat up straight, glanced at the two of them in a daze, and threw out a talisman.

The talisman paper, like a soul, rode the wind, gently wrapped around the end of the crossbar for half a circle, and twisted it violently!

The rusty railing made a harsh sound, the fragile end gradually deformed, and then with a crisp sound, the crossbar snapped off.

Lu Yingjiu raised the talisman paper in his hand, glanced at the two of them, and his voice was a little sleepy: "One of the simplest talismans."

Little Li, who does not learn art: "..."

Jing Xian, who has no skills at all: "..."

The car drove in, turned a corner, and saw a huge gray building.

The building was not tall, maybe one or two stories, but it was very wide. The outer wall is dead gray, maybe knowing that there were ghosts here, it always feels cold. The corners were overgrown with weeds and vines, and the windows were either broken or too dirty to see inside. Farther away are the low-slung, blue-and-white staff quarters that haven't been visited in years.

Returning to this place again, Chen Yanyan was obviously very nervous, and clenched his hands and looked out the window.

Little li stopped the car in an unmanned parking lot, and the four got out of the car. Chen Yanyan pointed to the gray building with green onion's fingers and said, "I'm playing there. We, do we really want to go in?"

"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "The ghost on your body is very special, you must take it seriously to ensure that it is completely eliminated. If necessary, we will even repeat the ritual of recruiting it, that is, repeating the the game scene.”

Chen Yanyan's face turned pale again, but he still said, "As long as I can solve it, I'm willing to do anything."

Several people arrived in front of the building, the iron door was closed, and there was a word written in red lacquer. couldn't see what it was written. Now at first glance, it looks a bit like a dry blood. Little li pushed the door for a few times, and the iron door remained motionless and locked.

There is a window next to it. The inside of the glass should be pasted with paper, so I can't see anything clearly. Lu Yingjiu tried to pull it, and the window made a tingling "squeak" sound, and the rusted parts complained every inch before they opened.

He glanced at Chen Yanyan and said, "Wait for me to open the door for you." Then he leaned over the window sill with one hand and turned over lightly.

It was dark inside, and only a beam of light came from the window behind him, and he could clearly see the dust fluttering in the air. He quickly looked around: there were more than a dozen vertical iron cabinets, a wooden bench in the middle, a few blue work clothes hanging on the wall, shoe covers on the ground, all covered with a few centimeters of dust.

It's a dressing room, no wonder the glass is covered with paper.

Lu Yingjiu was about to open the door to go to the corridor when the light suddenly dimmed.

Behind him, Jing Xian also came in through the window.

He said, "Why are you here?"

"How boring it is to stay outside." Jing Xian smiled, "Let's go." He opened the door of the locker room, there was no light outside, he turned his head and stretched out his hand to Lu Yingjiu.

Lu Yingjiu: "?"

Jingxian said, "I have good night vision, and I can see clearly in the dark. If you hold me, you won't be afraid of bumping into anything."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, the bright light instantly illuminated the dark corridor, and then he glanced at Jingxian with a subtle look: "Thank you, no need, I have a mobile phone." He also flashed the light of the flashlight Show the symbol to Jingxian and teach him, "You click this and it will work."

Jingxian: "..."

He completely forgot about it, coughed, and took out his phone to turn on the flashlight.

Going to the corridor, Lu Yingjiu walked in front, Jing Xian followed behind.

This corridor is more winding than they thought, and they don't know how to design it. It takes a long circle to get back to the main entrance. Lu Yingjiu looked left and right, and illuminated the signs along the road. They passed the disinfection pool, toilet, quarantine room and slaughtering workshop in turn. All doors were locked, revealing icy refusal.

Jingxian said as he walked, "Why did you call the Chen family's 'cloud weaving' technique by this name? What's the meaning?"

"Oh." Lu Yingjiu said, "It is rumored that the Chen family had an ancestor named 'Chen Zhiyun'. She was good at weaving and embroidery, but her family was poor and lived in a small thatched hut next to the mass grave. There are often exposed corpses in the post, and no one is buried. One day Chen Zhiyun passed by and saw a beautiful woman's body thrown into the wild. Seeing the beautiful woman, she suddenly thought: 'If I have this kind of thing too Looks, how good would that be?'"

He continued: "So Chen Zhiyun brought the body home and cut off her face with a knife. She had a pair of skillful hands, and after sewing and mending, she covered the human skin over her face. When you look in the mirror, it's radiant."

"After that, Chen Zhiyun was welcomed, and everyone thought she was a newcomer, and they had an unprecedentedly good attitude towards her. However, the preservation of human skin was very short, and soon her face rotted, Chen Zhi Yun turned into an ordinary Chen Zhiyun again, and no one would take a second glance when walking down the street."

They turned a corner and came across the knife sterilization room.

Jingxian asked, "So, Chen Zhiyun just wanted to get a good pair of skins back?"

"Yes." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "she went to the mass grave every day, not only to pick up the corpses outside, but also to dig up the corpses that others had just buried. She almost cut off all the female corpses that she could find, including her face, and brought them back. She painted them meticulously. Most of the dead were pale and pale, and she used her own blood as paint to rouge and purse their lips.”

After saying this, he looked back, and there was still an empty corridor behind him.

"What's wrong?" Jingxian asked.

"Something is following us, not people." Lu Yingjiu said. He said this in a very relaxed tone, as if to say, "The weather is nice today." He glanced at Jingxian and teased, "Don't tell me you didn't find out."

Jingxian said confidently, "No, I didn't find out."

Lu Yingjiu laughed, not knowing whether to believe it or not.

The light of the cell phone shone through the corridor, and they passed the knife sterilization room.

Lu Yingjiu continued to tell the story: "The thing that bothers Chen Zhiyun the most is that she can't keep her face for a long time. She is always changing masks and identities, but what she desires is stability and stability. A rich and noble life. So, she tried to cut off the skin of other parts of the corpse, and drew on it herself - just like the 'painted skin' in "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai", and slowly drew delicate eyebrows."

"She succeeded in the end, and married a high-ranking official with a good face, and it has been smooth sailing since then. Unlike traditional supernatural stories, there is no Taoist priest who has come out to expose her lies, and her craftsmanship of making a human skin mask has been passed down. Go down, also known as 'cloud weaving'."

"Sounds interesting." Jing Xian said, "If I have a chance, I'd like to see it with my own eyes."

"Maybe there is a chance today." Lu Yingjiu turned the light on his phone upwards.

I saw the sign "Knife Sterilization Room" hanging above their heads.

They walked so long and came back.

Ghost hit the wall.

At this moment, the door of the disinfection room opened silently. Lu Yingjiu didn't care about anything and walked in directly.

Most of the equipment has been removed, and only a few lonely UV knife disinfection cabinets and a few corner tables are left. The disinfection cabinet is about half the height of a person, and the yin qi comes from it. Lu Yingjiu opened the disinfection cabinet and saw a bull's head inside.

——It is not accurate to say that it is a bull's head.

There is no hair on the cow's head, and the texture is completely human skin. Under the illumination of the flashlight, you can clearly see the texture of the skin and the fine hairs, and the color is the same as the skin. Even the eyes are not huge bull's eyes, but long and narrow human eyes, and the black pupils are dilated... It's like a living person has turned into a bull!

"..." Lu Yingjiu's face condensed slightly.

He just wanted to take out the talisman paper, wrap it around his hands, and then touch the human-skinned bull's head. As a result, Jing Xian stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the talisman paper, don't touch it, this thing is dirty."

He took the talisman paper from Lu Yingjiu's hand, simply wrapped it around his hand twice, and took out the bull's head. When he took out the bull's head, the air was a little cold, and they exhaled white breath.

Lu Yingjiu looked at the bull's head carefully, and suddenly heard a loud "bang!" from the corridor!

In a completely quiet situation, this sound is called thunder, enough to make people jump up. The two of them were quite calm, just looked at each other, and then they heard the harsh sound of metal objects rubbing against the ground.

"Zi-Zi-Zi-"

The voice sounded eerie, reminiscent of the perverted killers in the movies, dragging knives or sticks on the ground. The surrounding yin swirls, and the comer speaks a strange tone in a breath.

"n...de...l...@#!*"

"z...nal...@!!$#"

After listening for a while, Lu Yingjiu didn't understand, and said, "What does this thing say?"

Jingxian replied, "It's like saying, 'Where's your face?'"

"Oh—" Lu Yingjiu said in a long tone, "So you can understand such nonsense, and you are also very talented." He patted Jingxian on the shoulder quite meaningfully.

Jingxian smiled: "I've been told a lot of nonsense since I was a child, maybe that's how I picked up my skills."

The sound was getting closer, and the monster was picking up pace. Lu Yingjiu said again: "You put the bull's head back in the cabinet first, and we hide and see the situation."

Jing Xian stuffed the human skin and cow head back, closed the cabinet door, and was dragged by Lu Yingjiu and hid behind the cabinet in the corner. The scattered disinfection cabinets and tables tightly blocked their figures.

Lu Yingjiu gently pushed a disinfection cabinet in front of him, so that he could see the door through the gap.

Jingxian whispered, "Why are you hiding?"

Lu Yingjiu couldn't beat the ghost that came. What's more, Lu Yingjiu was with him by his side.

Lu Yingjiu replied in a tone of voice: "Be careful to make the Wannian Ship, no matter how powerful people are, they will inevitably overturn one day."

He is not cowardly, but for the exorcist, prudence is the eternal trump card.

Jing Xian didn't say more, and stayed by Lu Yingjiu's side honestly.

In fact, he didn't care at all who was coming.

He was only worried about when Lu Yingjiu would reveal his identity... How would he apologize at that time?

One of them is thinking carefully, the other is full of love brains, so they hide in the dark with completely different thoughts.

The sound of metal dragging stopped at the door.

The air was freezing to the extreme, Lu Yingjiu slapped a piece of talisman paper on himself and Jingxian to minimize the presence of breath and heartbeat. But even so, some keen ghosts can still spot it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The dragging sound stopped for six or seven seconds, and just when Lu Yingjiu felt that it was about to leave, he suddenly heard a "squeak" and the door of the disinfection room was pushed open. Lu Yingjiu saw a tall figure through the gap. Without light, he couldn't see clearly, and he could only barely judge that the person was more than two meters tall, not like the height of a normal person.

He thought of Jingxian saying that he had good night vision, so he waved to Jingxian. Jingxian leaned over, and the two huddled together to look out.

After a few seconds, Jing Xian grabbed his hand and wrote a word in his palm with his fingertips.

【sheep】

Lu Yingjiu didn't understand the palm of his hand was scratched.

Come... is it a sheep? ?

The haunted slaughterhouse is quite special.

The ghost dragged the metal object all the way to the disinfection cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and happened to see the human skin and cow head they had touched. It took the bull's head out, grabbed it in its hand and smelled it hard, making a rustling sound. After smelling it for a few seconds, it seemed to sense that someone had touched the bull's head, and suddenly slammed the ground hard!

Boom!

Its strength is so great that the ground of the entire floor is shaking, and it roars angrily: "What-!

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Really a goat.

He just wanted Jingxian to continue watching, but when he turned around, even through the thick darkness, he could vaguely see Jingxian looking at him.

When they looked at each other, Jing Xian smiled at him.

Lu Yingjiu got started, straightened Jingxian's head towards the sheep ghost, and whispered, "Concentrate on watching."

Jingxian: "Mmmmmmm."

Before ten seconds passed, his gaze drifted towards Lu Yingjiu again.

Lu Yingjiu pushed him straight again and said, "Jingxian, what's the matter with you?"

He thought to himself that the two of them were simply not on the same channel.

In horror and suspense stories, he concentrates on finding clues and working on cases, while Jingxian seems to be from a soap bubble idol drama.

There is no vigilance at all, it is a very dangerous thing.

Lu Yingjiu whispered, "Do you know who is the fastest to die in horror movies?"

"Who?" Jingxian asked.

"Silly sweet and loving couple."

Jingxian was a little surprised: "Are you talking about us?"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He held his forehead, Jingxian, this was really helpless.