Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky bus

Chapter 72
After the wooden cabinet was opened, the dangerous situation that everyone expected did not happen.

It was empty inside.

The old paint was mottled and peeled off, revealing the nature of the wood inside, and some places had already begun to rot. The moment the cabinet door was opened, a faint smell of rotten wood came to the face.

"Could it be that the guess is wrong, and there are no ghosts in the wooden cabinet?"

The man who opened the door turned his head to look at Li Hui, with a tentative question in his eyes, as if he wanted to ask Li Hui if he had misheard what he had heard before.

The scene in the room is clear at a glance.

Only wooden cabinets and wooden beds exist.

If there is a ghost in the room, you can basically see it at a glance. Now the only wooden cabinet that can hide people has also been opened, but there is nothing inside. This makes the man suspicious of Li Hui's previous judgment.

But this kind of doubt was only maintained for a moment before being left behind by the man.

In such a strange place, it is quite normal for there to be one or two ghosts invisible to the naked eye.

the other side.

Li Hui didn't respond to the man, but stepped forward, put one of his hands into the wooden cabinet under the man's surprised gaze, and then kept groping.

"What is this doing?"

Li Hui's behavior not only made the men beside him unable to understand, but also the other dead souls who followed into the room also looked dumbfounded, not understanding what they were doing.

Could it be that you feel that your eyes can't see, and you want to touch the ghost with your hands instead?

And Li Hui obviously didn't intend to open his mouth to explain the confusion to the few people. One of his palms was quickly groping in the wooden cabinet, as if looking for some traces, and the other hand was tightly holding the old firewood. The handle of the knife.

His idea was simple.

Since it cannot be seen with the naked eye, then use the medium of the hatchet to find it. As long as the ghost leaves traces in the wooden cabinet, the medium of the hatchet will definitely be triggered.

Li Hui, who has read the original work, knows that footprints are not the only way to trigger the hatchet medium, and other traces left behind are also acceptable, such as palm prints.

"No?"

However, after some groping, there was no gain. The medium of the old hatchet was not triggered, just like there were no traces left by the ghost in the wooden cabinet.

"Impossible without traces."

"Such a large wooden cabinet is placed in this room, and together with the wooden bed, it seems to be perfectly integrated with the whole room. This in itself is the biggest anomaly."

Li Hui's expression moved slightly, thinking that he must have used the wrong method.

It is impossible for such a weird wooden cabinet to have no traces of ghosts left, and then he looked at it more carefully.

Unexpectedly, this scrutiny really made him feel a little abnormal.

In one corner of the wooden cabinet, there is a row of imprints that look like palm prints. The color is dark gray, which is very similar to the color of the wooden cabinet itself. If you don't observe carefully, you really can't see the difference between the two.

The row of palm prints is very small, not like an adult's, in terms of size, it is about the size of a five or six-year-old child's palm.

"Has a ghost boy stayed in this wooden cabinet before?"

Li Hui guessed.

Five or six years old is obviously no longer a ghost baby, but a ghost boy.

Thinking room.

Li Hui's palm directly covered the row of palm prints inside the wooden cabinet.

But a strange thing happened. The scene in front of Li Hui did not change at all, the figure of the owner of the row of palm prints did not appear, and the medium of the ghost hatchet was not triggered.

"How could this be?"

The scene in front of him was beyond Li Hui's expectation.

It's fine if you don't find the traces left by Li Gui. Now that you have found the palm prints left by Li Gui in the wooden cabinet, but the hatchet medium still hasn't been triggered, this is beyond Li Hui's understanding.

Even if the ghost was controlled by someone later, or imprisoned in a golden container, it would still be able to trigger the medium of the hatchet, and it was impossible for it to be unresponsive.

This strange situation made Li Hui stand still for a long time.

Then he turned around and came to the wooden bed.

There are also traces on the edge of the bed, which are scratches, as if someone had scratched the wooden bed with their hands before.

The scratches were not deep and not very wide, they were criss-crossed and criss-crossed. From the appearance, they matched the size of the fingers on the row of palm prints in the wooden cabinet.

This also shows that the ghost who left the palm print in the wooden cabinet and the scratch on the edge of the bed is the same ghost.

Snapped!
Without the slightest hesitation.

Li Hui's palms directly pressed against the scratches on the edge of the bed.

But the result was still the same as before, the ghost hatchet's medium was not triggered, and the scene in front of Li Hui did not change at all.

Seeing this, the others looked at Li Hui without saying a word, wanting to see his next move.

"Can he find the ghost through contact traces? This should be the ability of the hatchet, and trigger some kind of curse through contact?"

Through Li Hui's series of actions just now, several people gradually reacted.

After all, they collided with that tall male corpse not long ago, and someone's body was dismembered the moment they touched it, which made them have a vague guess about the hatchet's ability, thinking that it should be related to the touch.

However, judging from Li Hui's performance, several people guessed that he should have failed, and did not find any trace of the ghost in the room.

"If you really can't find it, it's nothing. It's just a ghost. Even if you find it, it doesn't mean much."

at this time.

A young man's voice came from outside the house.

The person who spoke was Yang Xiao.

His body that had been broken in two had recovered unconsciously, without any scars remaining, as if his body had never been severely injured.

Hearing this, Li Hui's thoughts were interrupted, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the door. At almost the same time, Yang Xiao's figure also entered the guest room through the crowd.

After entering the room, Yang Xiao first looked at the internal scene, and then said: "The ghost dream I control is very sensitive to supernatural power."

"There is indeed a strong spiritual atmosphere in this room, but the strange thing is that the source of the ghost cannot be locked at all. This situation is very special. In my memory, I have only met my body once."

Yang Xiao didn't say exactly which experience it was, but Li Hui guessed that it should be Ghost Dream, which is also a very special ghost.

"You said earlier that your goal this time is this weird hatchet. Now that you have got the hatchet, it doesn't make much sense to stay here, but it will only increase the risk."

Yang Xiao said, the meaning expressed in the words is to hope that Li Hui can evacuate as soon as possible.

His views are different from many others.

In Yang Xiao's opinion.

The Ghost Hotel is a supernatural place built by top ghost masters during the Republic of China. There must be a lot of ghosts imprisoned here, and there are many dangers in it.

Although Li Hui has harnessed powerful supernatural powers, he is not without shortcomings. If he encounters some particularly complicated and terrifying ghosts, he may still be killed.

Here.

After listening to Yang Xiao's words, Li Hui didn't struggle anymore, but got up and walked outside the door.

He wasn't really eager for the ghost in this room, but just curious about what the previous movement was.

But who ever thought.

He tried his best, even trying to use the medium of the ghost hatchet, but he still couldn't find the ghost.

Tatata!
Seeing Li Hui leave, the other dead souls also walked out of the guest room.

Under Li Hui's control, the gray ghost domain extended towards the path they came from, paper ashes wrapped everyone, and then Li Hui disappeared in place with a group of dead souls.

Until all of them left, there was still no movement from that room.

It seemed that what Li Hui heard before was really just a misunderstanding, but the palm prints in the wooden cabinet and the scratches on the edge of the bed were real after all, indicating that it was not that simple.

The return trip went smoothly, and the time it took was much shorter than the time they had come in. In just the blink of an eye, Li Hui and the others came to the entrance of this passage.

However, when everyone left the spiritual channel, a very strange scene happened.

There is a window on one side of the aisle of the Caesar Hotel, and the glass mirror on it is like a mirror, which can reflect people's shadows.

There was nothing unusual when Li Hui and the others passed by, but when a man in the crowd passed by, two figures were reflected on the glass mirror.

One of them was the man himself, and the other was a child with a dark complexion who looked about six or seven years old.

The child just lay on the man's back like that, his eyes were pitch black, without white parts, his eyes were cold, with an inexplicable dead silence that made people shudder.

Then something even weirder happened.

As if feeling something, the child turned his head to look at the glass on the side of the aisle, and then disappeared without any trace.

All this happened too quickly, and no one paid attention to the glass, so no one noticed this weird scene.

After leaving the ghost hotel, the restrictions on Li Hui's ghost domain disappeared, and the gray paper ash floated around, ignoring the barriers of the buildings, and the area covered by it was rapidly expanding.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Caesars Hotel was enveloped in it, but the expansion of the ghost domain did not stop, and the gray paper ash spread in all directions.

The supernatural power of Qicheng Ghost Painting makes the area covered by Li Hui's ghost domain surprisingly large. It can even be said that there is no upper limit. If it continues to expand, it can cover the whole world.

But it was obviously impossible for Li Hui to do that. He just let the ghost domain cover Z Mountain City, hoping to find the newspaper ghost.

Judging from the current timeline, the newspaper ghost must be in Z Mountain City.

The gray paper ashes were floating, and the entire Z Mountain City began to rain paper dust at this moment, but ordinary people could not see this scene, and Li Hui's ghost domain was not revealed.

Even the ghost masters in the city can't see through this ghost land, but they just faintly feel that something is wrong. The ghosts controlled in their bodies are either restless, or directly silent. A very scary ghost may have appeared.

Li Hui, who was the instigator of all this, didn't know what others were thinking. At this time, he had brought all the dead souls to a street not far from the Caesar Hotel.

This is a commercial pedestrian street.

There is a lot of traffic.

There are benches on both sides of this pedestrian street for people to rest after shopping.

At this time, a strange figure was sitting on a bench directly opposite Li Hui. It was a man wearing leather shoes, a suit and leather shoes, but he couldn't see clearly.

The reason why he couldn't see clearly was because the man held up a blood-stained newspaper with both hands, blocking his face.

Tatata!
Intensive footsteps sounded.

Li Hui walked straight towards the figure reading the newspaper, followed by a group of dead souls.

And the other side.

As if sensing the actions of Li Hui and others, the newspaper ghost slowly put down the old blood-stained newspaper in his hand, and then showed a somewhat familiar face of Li Hui.

"Yang Xiao?"

"No, this is not Yang Xiao's face, but Yang Jian's face."

Seeing this, Li Hui was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.

I saw the figure sitting on the bench on the opposite side showing Yang Xiao's face after putting down his arms. To be precise, it was a face that was seven to eight points similar to Yang Xiao's, but it seemed to look younger Some.

Besides.

On the face of that figure, there were a few blank parts, as if a clear photo had been abruptly cut away, and the face looked imperfect.

"I remember that there seems to be such a plot in the original book. The ghost newspaper modified Yang Jian's memory and became Yang Jian's father successfully. When Yang Jian realized it, he attacked Yang Jian and got Yang Jian's face, but Not complete."

Li Hui thought of the plot at the beginning of the original book.

While he was thinking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the street, and newspapers appeared out of thin air, blown by the wind and kept floating in the air.

Every fluttering newspaper was stained with blood, with the outline of a human face on it, and then they all floated towards him.

Li Hui didn't pay too much attention to these blood-stained old newspapers flying all over the sky. He knew that these newspapers were just products of supernatural beings, not the real source.

There is only one source of the newspaper from the beginning to the end, and that is the one held by the man in the suit, which is also his goal this time.

Before the newspaper could approach, Li Hui began to take action.

He waved his palm a few times quickly, and in the process, the world in front of him began to be distorted, the scene in the street quickly became blurred, paper dust fluttered, and the blood-stained old newspapers that flew towards him all disappeared out of thin air .

Seventy percent of ghost paintings and ghosts are enough to completely affect reality, and it is not difficult to send away some newspapers extended by ghosts.

As soon as those supernaturally derived newspapers were sent away, the newspaper ghost stood up directly from the bench. At the same time, the blood-stained red newspaper in his hand moved towards Li Hui at an incredible speed flew over.

(End of this chapter)