Jiajing Spiritual Records

Chapter 114

Ning Huan subconsciously tightened the short blade hidden under the quilt, his face was pale, and his dark pupils constricted for a moment due to fear.He stumbled off the bed, and almost exhausted all his strength to push the mahogany table in the house to the front of the door.After doing all this, his underwear was completely soaked in cold sweat.Ning Huan collapsed powerlessly on the ground, leaning his back against the wooden table, panting heavily.

There are ghosts.Ning Huan struggled to calm his panting breath, and turned his eyes to stare deeply at the treacherous shadow reflected on the door.At this moment, he finally knew the meaning of the word "you have ghost" that Su Xian left behind when he left.Ning Huan cursed secretly, pursed his thin lips, and quickly glanced around the room.Except for the dusty windows, there is almost no way to escape, but the staggered wooden window lattices tightly block Ning Huan's line of sight.

"Mr. Ning—" Lihun was startled, and there was a light knock on the door, "Boom—boom—" In the darkness like ink, the voice passed through like a pair of ghost hands protruding from the nether world. The door suddenly grabbed Ning Huan's heart.Ning Huan was startled suddenly, and turned around stiffly. If he heard correctly, it was... Wang Yang's voice.

Is it Wang Yang outside?Could it be that nothing happened to him?

The red paint on the door has been mottled and peeled off, and the exposed wood is covered with layers of mildew, and the twisted and grotesque black shadow is reflected on the door.Inside the house, the candle flickered slightly, "Master Ning, open the door—" the ghostly voice sounded again, and the voice of "Wang Yang" gradually became thinner, calling Ning Huan softly like a woman name.

Cold sweat silently rolled down Ning Huan's temples to his chin. He bit his lips and wiped his face tremblingly. Wang... Wang Yang doesn't know his surname. What is that thing outside the house?

"Bang - bang -", it seemed to be getting impatient, and the knock on the door became more and more intense.

"Huan'er——" Ning Huan's body trembled suddenly, and he turned back stiffly, his dark eyes staring at the ghost on the door without blinking, "Huan'er, Huan'er, come and give me a hand for your mother!" Open the door." Ning Huan took a deep breath, only to feel his scalp go numb, that...that thing could imitate his mother's voice.

Ning Huan didn't move, he curled up under the mahogany table with his eyes closed, the voices outside the door finally quieted down.So... is that thing gone?Ning Huan was about to get up with a pale face, "Huh—" the candles in the room were extinguished, and the darkness engulfed Ning Huan like a monster with its mouth covering its head and face. The door of the room opened a gap with a creak, "Ning Huan—" Ning Huan's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and the knuckles of his hands holding the short blade turned white. Even though he knew that the sound was made by that thing, he His body still couldn't help trembling.

"Ning Huan, why didn't you open the door for me." It was Su Xian's voice, Ning Huan was shaking violently, he took a deep breath and turned his head.

The moment he turned his eyes, a distorted face emerged from the narrow gap.It has an unusually long neck, and its whole body is covered with a layer of deep black scales, shining a strange light under the pale moonlight.There was a muddy yellow light in the pupils, like a dark will-o'-the-wisp in a tomb in the wilderness, "Ning Huan—" Without the span of the thin door, the voice became clearer in the dead night.There was a dark smile on the corner of its mouth, and its poisonous snake-like eyes were fixed on Ning Huan, "Ning Huan—" It squeezed its head and wanted to come in from the other end...

The bones all over his body screamed in pain, the broken wood left several red marks on the skin, and the debris was hidden in the folds of the sleeves.After a while of dizziness, Ning Huan took a breath and staggered up from the ground.His sweat-soaked clothes were sticky to his body, and he glanced back at the broken window lattice behind him, before stumbling forward.

Ning Huan wandered in the empty Sheren Town in a state of dismay, with countless paths stretching out from the pale walls, as if distorting the night above his head into this labyrinth of time and space.Clouds silently covered the waning moon in the sky, and the surrounding area became even darker.The dusty lantern swayed in the windless moonlight night, and the faint warm light illuminated the road under his feet. The pavement paved with bluestone slabs was full of potholes, like grave mounds rising in the wilderness. He heard the footsteps of Ning Huan alone.

Ning Huan frowned, thinking about Su Xian who just said "there is a ghost".My heart suddenly tightened, does this mean that the thing has mixed into them.Ning Huan pursed his lips tightly, thinking that it was no wonder Su Xian suddenly changed his mind and wanted to leave him alone in the inn, but he never thought that there was more than one thing.Ning Huan was startled, his heart trembled, and he suddenly thought of another possibility, could something happen to Su Xian and them?Thinking of this, Ning Huan's steps became a little more hasty.He looked around blankly, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, but where should he look for it now?

"Da, da, da—" In the distance, footsteps suddenly sounded.Ning Huan raised his eyebrows, quickly looked around, stepped aside and retreated to a dark place.He pursed his lips tightly, beside his ears, the sound of scattered footsteps was getting closer and closer, and he saw five or six big men walking in the distance.Ning Huan was startled, he recognized the leader, the bearded man!

"Su Xian." Ning Huan came out from the dark and said loudly.

The silent crowd suddenly turned around. For some reason, Ning Huan always felt that a layer of gloomy blackness was covering the faces of those people.Ning Huan scanned the crowd and was surprised to find that Su Xian and Da Shun were missing from the crowd. He stepped back cautiously and asked, "Where did the person who went out with you just now go?"

The leading man stared at Ning Huan's face and did not make a sound. After a long time, he replied, "Separated from us." The hoarse voice sounded like a waterwheel that had been in disrepair for a long time, "creaking and creaking" Harsh voice.

"Let's get separated?" Ning Huan was slightly taken aback.

The bearded man nodded slowly: "When Fang went out, he met a monster with a human face and a snake body, and he was dragged away. No one dared to chase him." His stiff movements were like a puppet on a string, muddy Looking at Ning Huan with both eyes, a strange light flashed.After a while, he said in a flat tone: "Young Master Ning, why not take advantage of the monster with a human face and a snake body to leave, and find a way out with us."

Something happened to Su Xian.Ning Huan's heart throbbed in pain, his hands were shaking so badly that his palms were drenched with sweat. "He..." Ning Huan raised his head abruptly with a pale face, thinking that no matter what, he would definitely find Su Xian.Ning Huan clenched his fists with his hands hanging down on both sides. He wanted to ask the bearded man in which direction the monster with a human face and a snake body was, but his body froze suddenly.

The crescent moon covered by the clouds finally peeked out half of his face from the mist, and the bright moonlight poured on Ning Huan.He saw their shadows, the same grotesque shadows that were reflected on the door of the inn.

The elongated black shadow extended to Ning Huan's feet, and he staggered back a step, "No...no need." Ning Huan replied stumbled, his peripheral vision glanced at the path behind him, trying to take the opportunity to escape.A ghostly shrill laugh sounded from behind him, and a person slowly walked out of the shadow, it was "Dashun".

Ning Huan stood stiffly. Although his legs were trembling unconsciously, he still tried his best not to show any panic. He pressed his back against the cold wall behind him and asked in a calm voice. : "Who are you?"

"Da Shun" silently glanced at Ning Huan with gloomy eyes, and after a long time he said slowly, "Who am I, I am you, Ning Huan." She has the same facial features as Ning Huan. He tilted his neck and made a "cracking" sound, with a pale light shining on his face, he said, "Do you see clearly?"I am you. "

As soon as he finished speaking, his sharp nails swelled an inch and swung towards Ning Huan's side.Ning Huan barely dodged, taking advantage of "Da Shun"'s turning around, he dodged and ran towards the road ahead where no one was around. "Run, where are you going to hide?" "Da-da--" The footsteps behind him continued, "I will find him if I can't find you." He suddenly lowered his voice, "Giggle "The ground laughed wildly, "Picking his skin cramps, and then picking off his bones one by one, Ning Huan, do you want to see it?"

what to do?Ning Huan thought suffocatingly.He thought again and again, but since Su Xian was not with them, it seems that nothing happened yet.The only sound left in my ears was my own panting, like the last weak moan of a dying fish on a chopping board.Will he die? Ning Huan thought blankly.

A white shadow suddenly appeared in his sight, and the hazy outline waved towards him. Ning Huan couldn't care less, and ran towards that direction by accident.

The white figure disappeared in an instant, Ning Huan stopped, and he raised his eyes, which widened slightly when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.It was the coffin shop that he passed by when he came here just now, he licked his dry lips and hesitated.Behind him, the sound of footsteps became clearer, and endless echoes resounded in the dark night.Ning Huan's legs were trembling, and he was unable to continue running any longer.His eyes flickered slightly, his figure dodged, and rushed into the dilapidated coffin shop.

The coffin shop was still the one Ning Huan had seen before, and there was a smell of dust in the air, and the coffins dripping with black paint stood upright against the corner of the wall, like ghosts in the dark night.There is only one huge coffin, the lid of which is half-open in the middle, and the body of the coffin is engraved with complicated patterns.

Ning Huan's eyes dimmed, and something flashed through his mind, he seemed to have seen these things somewhere.But before he could think carefully, the sound of footsteps outside was getting closer and closer.He took a deep breath and plunged into the black coffin.

"Da--da--" The footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the coffin shop, and Ning Huan's heart suddenly tightened.But after the voice was silent for a long while, it slowly walked towards the distance again.

The coffin was filled with a pungent musty smell, and Ning Huan stayed in the dark for a long time. After he confirmed that the footsteps finally disappeared, he pushed the coffin lid and planned to get up.Ning Huan's face changed slightly, the coffin lid seemed to be blocked by a strong force and remained motionless.He knocked on the face of the coffin tentatively, "Boom—boom—" there was a dull sound, and there was no heavy object attached.Cold sweat dripped down Ning Huan's temples, he tried his best to breathe slowly, and the thin air was passing away bit by bit in the cramped space.