Chapter 35

Having said that, the atmosphere between the two was much better, and they walked across the fog.

In the distance, in the deepest part of the fog, several bright yellow lights dangled and drifted over. That direction is exactly the only way to go to the nursing home.

Huang Lan is very close to them.

Lu Yingjiu glanced over and could see that these yellow lights seemed to be previous kerosene lamps.

With that light, a few steps forward, Lu Yingjiu saw the comer clearly.

There are extremely terrible faces in the mist, which is several twisted faces.

They are wearing tattered caregivers, carrying oil lamps, walking in the mountains.

Lu Yingjiu turned his mind, and quickly understood: A long time ago, there were nursing workers specializing in mountain patrols.

It seems that they are trapped here.

Those ugly faces are constantly distorting, melting, and reorganizing in front of him. They are simply like flowing rotten meat, which has a strong smell.

Gong Xian just wanted to do it, but was stopped by Lu Yingjiu.

Lu Yingjiu coughed: "Although I won't drive you back now, you still use less strength."

He always feels uneasy to let the priest use too much power in the world. You can care about leisure, but he can't.

For a moment of leisurely, he said, "In fact, it has nothing to do with it."

Lu Yingjiu insisted: "Don't shoot."

He squeezed, and the furry little black beast had appeared at his feet.

"Oh!" It called, rolling around Lu Yingjiu.

Lu Yingjiu squatted down, touched its head, and then pointed at the group of caregivers: "Go."

Little Black Beast got the order, rushed up, flying towards the nursing worker.

Its body is small, but its weight and strength are extremely great, and this flutter directly knocked the caregiver. The care of the caregiver was rotten, the movements were not flexible, and the hands and feet were awkward on the ground. A mouth of hair Balls, exposing sharp teeth, and sucked slightly ——

Ghost's body turned into a black mist.

The black mist emitted a terrible scream in the air, and it was vaguely seen that countless hands were grasped in it, and countless faces were crying in it, as if the painting from hell.

Then swallowed it into the abdomen.

The Black Mao Tuan made a satisfactory way and rushed to other caregivers.

The caregiver could not resist this evil beast at all. The oil lamp in his hand fell, and the light shining rolled on the ground, which brightened the white mist.

These low -level ghosts can be resolved without the need for Lu Yingjiu.

In the next two minutes, the two watched Hair Balls chasing the caregivers and ran around.

When the caregiver was killed by Hair Balls, it came back, rushed to Lu Yingjiu, and disappeared.

It is still a strong white mist that disappears with it.

A gust of mountain wind swirled between the peaks and blew the fog away. In just a few seconds, the vision suddenly became clear, the sky was blue, and the bright sun shone through the forest.

The vision in the forest became clear.

Lu Yingjiu saw Ye Feng and Little Li from far away at a glance.

The two were afraid of getting separated in the fog, so they stood together hand in hand, each holding a talisman. They were stunned when they looked at it, and then stepped on the path and came over with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

Ye Feng asked: "The ghosts are all solved?"

"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded.

Ye Feng gave him a thumbs up: "As expected of you."

Ye Feng continued to lead the way, and everyone walked for another ten minutes. After being bitten by mosquitoes for several times, they finally saw the snow-white outer wall from a distance——

The building of the sanatorium stood before them.

There are two main buildings in the sanatorium. The names are marked on the walls with hot-gilt characters. One is called "Ruoshui" and the other is called "Changliu". Both have rooms for patients.

At this time, the two buildings stood on the left and right sides, occupying a huge area, and the luxury of the year can be vaguely seen - in that

Era

This kind of building is quite rare, coupled with low fees for patients and a large number of employees in the hospital, all of which are supported by the financial resources of the ghost exorcism family.

The downstairs of the building was overgrown with weeds and flowers, and the decorative fountains had long since dried up and were covered in slippery moss. Even the introduction sign of the sanatorium at the entrance was crawled around by the vines, and it was inseparable.

Closed for 17 years, everything is in the past tense.

The young man entrusted them to find his missing friend Zhou Liang. But he couldn't tell where Zhou Liang was missing. He wanted to open Zhou Liang's live broadcast room to watch the replay, but the data was wrong.

Lu Yingjiu and the others could only search blindly.

If Zhou Liang had an accident in the sanatorium, he would be able to find it anyway. was afraid that Zhou Liang had disappeared in the deep mountains and old forests.

The nearby mountain range is called Wanming Mountain, covering an area of ​​160 square kilometers. Even with the help of ghosts and gods, it is very difficult to do.

Ye Feng said, "We don't have any clues anyway, so let's go to the second master's office first."

The others had no opinion and followed him.

Ye Deyong's office is on the topmost floor of Ruoshui Building, which is the 7th floor.

The three of them entered the building.

Even in the daytime, the building is still dark, and there are messy footprints on the ground. It seems that many anchors have come. The design of the building is very simple, and it is no different from an ordinary nursing home. It turns out that there are many talismans pasted on the walls and a lot of kits on the door. When the hospital was closed, these things were cleared away long ago.

Ye Feng walked ahead, turned on the flashlight, and the dust danced in the beam.

"I used to come to this building a lot when I was a kid," he said.

Little li asked, "Isn't this all patients?"

"There were no patients on the top floor before, so I went there to play hopscotch." Ye Feng smiled. "It was so boring at the time. I counted how many times I had to jump from one side of the corridor to the other."

Little li asked again: "Brother Ye Feng, did you not play cards or slingshots and the like when you were young?"

"I'm the only child in this whole yard." Ye Feng said, "I put together a whole set of cards, and I can't show them to others. I have nowhere to show off. I really played with slingshots. I was a kid before. When I was sensible, I thought about shooting birds every day, but my skills were so bad that I couldn’t hit anything. Later, I shattered the glass of the ward on the second floor, and the second master would never play slingshots for me again.”

"It should be." Lu Yingjiu nodded and said, "I remember you broke my window too."

"Ah?" Ye Feng remembered this and began to smirk.

The elevator was long out of use. They slowly climbed down the stairs. The ash on the handrail seemed to be 3 centimeters thick.

Most of the anchors came a few days ago. There were very few people today. They didn't bump into the anchor. They just looked out from the glass in the stairwell and could see two or three people sitting on the benches downstairs. Rest with a camera next to me.

On the 7th floor, Ye Feng walked to the deepest part of the corridor.

The doors and windows of the dean's office were wide open.

To be precise, the window glass has long been shattered, and the floor is full of shards, making a crunch when stepped on. And the old wooden door is tattered and has different graffiti on it.

Lu Yingjiu leaned over to take a look, and the graffiti actually read "xxx is here for a visit".

The handwriting is very new. It was written with a fountain pen recently, and the crookedness is very unsightly.

There are also many footprints in the house, and the anchors have been here long ago.

Ye Feng scolded lowly: "The quality is really poor, how can you scribble."

They went into the house.

The layout of the house is very simple, with filing cabinets, bookshelves and a desk.

Behind the desk, there is a huge inscription:

【Tian Dao】

These two characters are domineering and unrestrained. The edge of the pen is like a sharp blade. It was handwritten by Ye Deyong.

When the hospital was closed, Ye Deyong cleared most of the things out, leaving only irrelevant papers and books - these things were all turned over by the anchor, trying to find something that was explosive, but obviously failed.

The four of them came late, and they didn't know if there was any key thing that was taken away.

Ye Feng looked at the inscription for a while, and murmured, "He taught me to write calligraphy before..."

He stared for a few more seconds, shook his head, and began to concentrate on rummaging through the house.

Although it is rummaging, no one knows what it is actually looking for.

The four turned the house upside down, and finally put everything they could find on the table.

The five medical records are all very common patients, and they should have simply forgotten to take them away. The two books are Freud's "Interpretation of Dreams" and Su Guoting's "Books". There are also a lot of documents that have been rummaged through and out of order, all about sanatoriums, such as the transfer of employees and the expansion plans of sanatoriums.

There is nothing else.

Ye Feng didn't care that the chair was dirty, he sat up directly and looked at the table full of things.

He took out the photo again.

In the photo, Ye Deyong was holding him, and the two stood in front of the nursing home.

The black marks on Ye Deyong's neck were still there, pinching him tightly, causing his face to show pain.

——This is actually a very sad thing for Ye Feng. It is said that the deceased has passed away and is buried in the earth, and now, no matter what happened, it seems that Ye Deyong has not received the peace he deserves.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and exhaled again, and the dust in the air flew up in the light.

After many years, this nursing home and this office are still so familiar.

Ye Feng still remembers the time when he was running and jumping around here.

Now, sitting on this old chair, leaning against the huge [Tian Dao], Ye Feng looked at the photo and murmured, "Give me a hint, just a little bit..."

The two in the photo were silent.

More than ten years ago, the sun was shining and the mountains were continuous.

The miracle did not happen until they left the dean's office, and they didn't find any clues.

After discussing it for a while, they decided to walk around the entire nursing home, on the one hand to find clues, and on the other hand to find the anchor Zhou Liang.

Ye Feng's mood was very low, and he didn't speak much along the way.

Lu Yingjiu said to him, "If there is no clue here, just go to his house and see, there will always be something to discover, don't worry." He patted Ye Feng on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Ye Feng scratched his head in annoyance, making his hair look like a chicken coop.

The sanatorium is very large, and it took almost two hours to walk the two buildings.

As Lu Yingjiu walked, there would be something more in his hand.

For example, a bottle of water.

Like the nuts he likes to eat.

For example, a variety of snacks.

Lu Yingjiu walked in a dilapidated building, surrounded by broken windows, broken doors, and all kinds of spider webs, but abruptly walked out of the feeling of spring outing. He even doubted that if he said he wanted to have a picnic, Jingxian could take out a piece of cloth and spread it on the spot, then put biscuits and black tea on it, and asked him which biscuits were the best, and he would bring them next time.

When Jingxian took out the things for the fifth time and tried to feed him, Lu Yingjiu finally couldn't hold back and asked, "How many things did you bring out?"

"Not much." Jing Xian said.

Lu Yingjiu glanced at him suspiciously, and within a few seconds, there was another bag of green beans in his hand.

This is the 8th snack he has received.

He said, "Jingxian, you are really amazing."

"That's not right," Jingxian said, "I tried very hard to make the two of us

reunion

, I made you widowed already..."

Lu Yingjiu slapped his back and successfully stopped his words. Lu Yingjiu hurried to see Little Li and Ye FENG -those two were concentrating on research, and they didn't notice what they were talking about.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But Jingxian was aggrieved again: "Look at the past so many years, I am recognized as married in the ghost world, your registered permanent residence is unmarried, and there are still a lot of people chasing you, I have never been named, and you are scumbags. .I have to hide and tuck in my pursuit of you now, it's no different from cheating."

When talking about the topic of "scum", Lu Yingjiu had a headache.

By now, he could understand why Jingxian would call him scum when he was at the Sidong slaughterhouse.

The more Jingxian thought about it, the more injustice it became: "I want my name." He thought for a while, "You can dislike me for the time being, but I want my name."

Lu Yingjiu said, "Jing Xian..."

Jingxian looked at him.

Lu Yingjiu: "Don't you know that there is no way for same-sex marriage in our country..."

In the next few minutes, Lu Yingjiu received a shocked, disappointed, painful and unwilling Jingxian.

Apparently the ghosts don't know the law that well.

Seeing Jing Xian's expression, Lu Yingjiu couldn't help but smile.

While they walked across the corridor corner, Ye Feng and Little Li turned first. Lu Yingjiu turned around, holding his leisure, and patting his back in comfort.

- This comfort has proven to be very effective.

The sunlight poured in from the window, through the curtains, and reflected on their faces.

After Jingxian rubbed his soft black hair, it was as if some kind of large animal had been appeased, and there was no more complaints, and he calmed down.

When he let go, Lu Yingjiu got another happy respect.

When they turned the corner of the stairs, the two of them seemed like nothing had happened, Lu Yingjiu was expressionless, grabbing snacks to eat, and Jing Xian continued the spring outing.

Little Li, who was walking in front, turned back and looked at it.

He thought to himself that they finally came over normally, and he didn't know what happened before.

But what Brother Ye Feng said was true, the two of them always got together to talk along the way, and they could talk for a long time.

When both buildings were finished, nothing was found. There was no clue, and no trace of Zhou Liang was seen.

There is only one surprise:

In a ward, they found a photo of Ye Deyong and a patient.

The photo was very old, and it was placed in a photo frame by the bedside, and the glass of the photo frame was half shattered. In the photo, the patient in the blue and white hospital gown is smiling brightly, and there are large bunches of flowers in front of the hospital bed.

Ye Deyong stood beside him, his expression was a little old-fashioned, but he smiled slightly.

on his left. There is a woman in white clothes. The woman had a shallow scar on her forehead and took his arm, smiling like a flower.

Lu Yingjiu blew the dust on the photo, pointed at the woman and asked, "This is?"

"It's my second grandmother." Ye Feng said, "I only saw her when I was a child."

"I didn't hear you mention it." Lu Yingjiu said.

"Yes," Ye Feng nodded, "she died in the third year of marriage, and the second master never remarried. My family didn't mention her much, not even the second master. I thought she I didn't even have a photo left, but I didn't expect to find one here."

He carefully took out the photo, folded it according to the old crease, and put it in his bag.

After 10 minutes, everyone stood at the door of Ruoshui Building again.

Ye Feng sighed: "We really failed this trip. Forget about my second master's affairs, I have no clue, what happened to Zhou Liang this week? It's impossible for an anchor to go anywhere. Did you really run to the old forest in the deep mountains?"

Little Li said, "Maybe when we go back to the village, I find that he is back."

Ye Feng hummed: "Then I'll have a brain hemorrhage from anger."

They packed up and were ready to go down the mountain.

As soon as I walked to the gate of the nursing home, Little Li suddenly stood up and was surprised: "Ah! That person sent me a message! Say zhou liang's live broadcast room can be loaded!"

"This turtle grandson!" Ye Feng scolded, "You're playing tricks, aren't you!"

Little li click on the page, and said, "No, it's not a live broadcast, it's just a live broadcast."

He turned his phone screen to the crowd.

Sure enough, there was a live replay on the screen, the time was noon the day before yesterday, the time when Zhou Liang just went up the mountain.

...

55 hours ago.

"Welcome to my supernatural live broadcast room." Zhou Liang said, "We are now at the bottom of Yueshan Sanatorium."

He moved the camera up, and among the rolling hills, the white sanatorium stood out in the greenery.

"The way up has been blocked, so we can only go up slowly from the small road. It will take ten or twenty minutes to walk there." Zhou Liang put on a high tone, "I have heard the rumors here, today I will be there. Take everyone to find out! If you like it, you can click and follow.”

He waved his hand, and two assistants followed behind him.

The path is not easy to walk, one foot deep and one foot shallow, he explained while walking, panting.

They were forced to take a detour. The weather was hot, and the clothes were sticking to him wetly. A few mosquitoes buzzed in his ears, sticking to his bare skin, he slapped it a few times, and his palms smeared with bright red blood.

"..." Zhou Liang silently cursed out a dirty word.

But looking at the rising number of people in the live broadcast room, he felt better again.

10 minutes later, the assistant suddenly said, "Is it foggy?"

"There is one point." Zhou Liang said, "Just go to the sanatorium."

The fog was getting bigger and bigger, and it was like milk. Soon the visible range was less than half a meter, and it was still shrinking.

This is obviously not normal. In the live broadcast, there is also a vast expanse of white.

Zhou Liang has been to many supernatural places and has seen many unexpected situations. He came prepared, connecting himself and his assistant with a climbing rope. The three of them were clinging to each other and groping slowly. The most rugged places, they climbed on rocks and tree roots, also passed smoothly.

Another 10 minutes.

Out of breath, they stepped out onto a flat field.

The fog just dissipated, and what appeared in front of him was a tall, snow-white wall.

There are two buildings in the nursing home.

Zhou Liang adjusted the camera and said, "The building in front of us is called 'Ruoshui'. Most of the patients live here. Let's take a look here."

The assistant asked: "Do you want to untie the climbing rope?"

"don't want."

The main entrance to the building, which was locked, is now open.

It should be the other anchors who came first.

Zhou Liang was a little unhappy, opened the flashlight and walked in, and said, "The first floor here is only the reception, and the ward is on the second floor. Let's go up directly."

He rushed straight to the stairs, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The footsteps of the assistant were hesitant, slowly, and from time to time on the climbing rope.

Zhou Liang was impatient, and he was not good at what the audience said.

In front of the stairs, he said casually: "There is not much time, you two crawl fast." Then he accelerated his footsteps and started climbing up.

Climbing and crawling, he felt something wrong.

The two assistants were getting slower and slower, and the hiking rope was tight.

Zhou Liang took a few more steps and suddenly realized what was wrong.

Why, only his footsteps?

Where did the assistant go? When did they separate?

On the mountain rope, Zhou Liang stood on his footsteps.

Some chills spread from the ends of hair to toes, and he realized a more serious problem.

——If of him, what is the other end of the climbing rope, what is it?

He just wanted to look back, covering his eyes with a cold hand.

Native

The content of the back is over here.

The camera fell to the ground, and finally he could hear a crisp sound, like the sound of the machine being stepped on.

This is definitely something wrong.

Ye Feng stared at the screen and looked back several times.

The camera took a ghostly pale hand, and the deadly hand was wearing a wedding ring.

A fine wedding ring, dark gold.

He felt that the wedding ring was familiar.

I couldn't remember it all at once.

On the side of Little Li, ZHOU LIANG's friends were at a loss and sent a series of news bombing to Little Li, asking them to rescue ZHOU LIANG.

Little li couldn't keep up with the news he sent at all, and returned a few words in a hurry to ensure "we must do our best."

Just when he just pressed the send key

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A hysterical call came from the nursing home!

On the road in front of them, a team of people wearing flowers came again, with cameras and huge climbing bags.

They were also anchors. They heard the screams, looked at each other, and stunned.

Lu Yingjiu and Little Li said, "You stop them, don't let them enter the courtyard."

After speaking, he hurried to the nursing home, and followed him away.

Following the screaming direction, Lu Yingjiu quickly got on the stairs, and his posture was agile and light.

On the fourth floor of Ruoshui Tower, a woman's face was pale, and she pointed at the corpse hanging on the window sill.

The corpse was very familiar, just an assistant with Zhou Liang. He was in the room, and his body was hanging outside the window. There were several long scars on his body, as if he didn't scratch his claws.

He looked dead for a while.

The glass of the window was all broken, and the mountain wind blown the curtains, like a terrible ghost hand.

But when they just passed here, they didn't see anything at all. In other words, the assistant was thrown here just now!

So, where did this ghost go?

Lu Yingjiu didn't feel obvious yin along the way, and there was no response to his leisure -Lu Yingjiu had no doubt. If the ghost dared to approach them half a step, he would have been crushed by his leisure.

If you are not indoors ...

Lu Yingjiu subconsciously looked out the window.

I only saw the dark green of the tree, and was blown up by the light wind between the valley, and the waist was bent, and the sound of rustle was as if it was whispering.

Native

Little Li and Ye Feng gathered several anchors.

Because of this screaming, the teams and horses were carefully observed. In just a few minutes, the square had gathered several teams.

Ye Feng hurriedly greeted them and let them not enter the hospital.

There is no news for Lu Yingjiu and Gong Xian.

The wind is blowing, the whole tree is rang, and this pleasing natural sound is now quite upset.

Ye FENG didn't worry about what happened to Lu YingJiu. After all, people are really bold, and nothing happened. But now everyone does not know the situation. He touches his head and the atmosphere is tight. If he is afraid of controlling the occasion for a long time.

He was trying not to contact them, and the little li next to him suddenly pulled him.

"What?" Ye Feng asked.

Little li said, "Is there a scar on your second grandma?"

"Yup."

"Is she not tall, about one meter and five?"

"Yup."

"Is she very slim and have pierced ears?"

"Yes." Ye Feng said strangely, "Didn't you see her photos just now? Why did you ask this question? I know she looks good, but after all, she is my second grandma. You don't have to miss it like this ... "

"I, I just want to say," Little li stretched out his fingers tremblingly, "Brother Ye FENG, your second grandma climbing on the tree."