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Chapter 18 The old lady walking in the elevator

After successfully leaving the border, Fu Minghui lay motionless on the bed.

My whole body ached, and the burnt smell from the scene seemed to still linger in my nose.

As she expected, Luo Zhao's call came in less than two minutes.

"What's written in my hand?" He got straight to the point.

"The words I saw in the colored wind belt, uh, I should say they are characters to be more accurate." She also answered directly, "It does look like Japanese, but there are very different places in it."

"Do you know Japanese?"

"I watch a lot of anime, and I occasionally recognize a few words. However, why do I feel like there are some Taoist charms in it?"

In terms of culture, Japan has learned a lot from China.

Not only writing customs, but also many religious aspects.

The so-called onmyoji, ninja, and feng shui are all inherited from the doctrines and scholarship of Chinese Taoism, and later had their own partial evolution.

Before her father married her mother into the Fu family, he was a serious Taoist priest. Even if you get married and have children, and completely enter the world, you will still study Taoist knowledge.

Although Fu Minghui doesn't know how to do it, has never studied it, and has no interest in it, he still has some impressions after watching it a lot.

"Yes, I understand." Luo Zhao said on the other side of the phone.

In fact, Fu Minghui really wanted to remind him that it would be better to find a senior person to consult him. Then I thought that Luo Zhao and the organization behind him were so powerful that she really didn't need to waste any more words.

"Then what did you find while you were underground?" he asked again.

Fu Minghui explained in detail, and then he realized a question, "Have I ever been underground before?"

Luo Zhao's answer is yes.

Fu Minghui suddenly realized: No wonder he always smells the earthy smell and feels the damp atmosphere in that dark place. Moreover, there will be a strong feeling of being buried.

It turns out it was underground.

So were those charred corpses buried underneath?

Mentioning his doubts to Luo Zhao, he added, "Thinking about it this way, the sixteen charred corpses are indeed a bit strange. They seem to have been pieced together, and there are signs of forcible straightening on their bodies. The important thing is that their orientation seems to be Fixed, I don’t quite understand…”

But shocked.

"If you can find the formation master, you should be able to provide some ideas." Finally couldn't help but say.

Luo Zhao hummed, his voice thick.

It sounded good, and it made people's ears feel like they were electrified, but it was really hard to tell whether he had adopted this suggestion or not.

"You should rest first, don't enter the border at night, and wait for news from me. And..."

He paused, as if he was debating whether to mind his own business, but finally said, "Use some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointment on your body, otherwise it will be difficult to recover. Forget it, I'll ask someone to give you some."

After saying that, he hung up the phone with the same decisiveness as when he left, without giving the other person a chance to speak or stay.

Fu Minghui felt very painful and wanted to take a shower first.

However, Luo Zhao said he would give her medicine, but he didn't say how long it would take. She didn't dare to sleep or move.

Fortunately, the express delivery was very fast, and it arrived in less than twenty minutes.

She saw from the access control on her mobile phone that the person who came was slightly tall and chubby. He was wearing a hoodie on a hot day and was in the dark. His appearance was not obvious.

However, this is definitely not an ordinary courier or takeaway boy.

Because he was wearing a big T-shirt and had a cigarette in his mouth, he looked carefree.

"Luo." He also said one word to indicate his identity.

That voice was as loud as a bell.

"Please leave it at the front desk." Fu Minghui said politely and thanked him again.

The visitor didn't say much, just nodded.

She usually orders takeout and receives express delivery, which she leaves at the front desk.

Occasionally, if things need to be sent upstairs, they should be placed directly in the elevator, or put down as soon as they exit the elevator entrance.

After all, it is a half-floor entry, so there is still some space between the elevator door and the room door.

Back then, Fu Minghui was clamoring to be independent, but her parents couldn't bear to let her go and couldn't control her. They were also worried about her safety, so they chose a house with the best location and the best security for her. Looking back now, Fu Minghui only feels ashamed.

They say they are independent, but the house was bought by their parents.

Living expenses and pocket money are provided by my parents, and I am still getting older.

There was a big problem at home, and she was unable to solve it, so she just ran away. It was her step sister who helped her deal with it, and her friends who kept her company to survive.

At the end of the day, there is an AI that constantly comforts her soul.

Why is she independent? It's so ridiculous and so shameful.

Maybe, from now on, she has to learn to face everything alone.

He raised his wrist and saw that it was already three o'clock in the morning.

However, the property staff at the front desk were available 24 hours a day, so she went downstairs to get her things by herself.

Unexpectedly, when I went upstairs, I met someone who was going up the same stairs.

An old lady, probably around seventy years old, but she kept herself neat and tidy. Her gray hair was so thick that young people would envy her, and she was combed meticulously.

She was also wearing a fitted black dress with a big bow on her chest.

She lives in a house and is not familiar with her neighbors, so of course she doesn't recognize them.

However, the security management of the community is extremely strict and irrelevant people will not be allowed to enter.

Her home was on the top floor of the 33rd floor. When I swiped the access card, I saw that the old lady was on the 19th floor.

"It's so late for you to come back." She casually chatted politely.

Because I saw that the old man was not carrying anything heavy in his hands, only a small exquisite Chinese-style bag.

On her feet are the same exquisite black pumps.

"Yeah, it's late." The old man smiled at Fu Minghui, with a tired look on his face.

Fu Minghui didn't say anything more, but he just felt strange: People of this age usually go to bed early and get up early, why did this old lady not come home until midnight?
  Moreover, no one is accompanying me.

Fortunately, the elevator was very fast. After reaching the nineteenth floor, the old man waved to her and walked out.

Fu Minghui watched him off with a polite smile, but felt something strange in his heart. It seems that the picture in front of me is stuck, and then suddenly slides past, without any sense of coherence in the middle.

But before she had time to think too much, the thirty-third floor also arrived.

After getting out of the elevator, on the porch of her home, she was greeted by a Bagua picture.

Although it is artistically processed, the pattern is standard.

Her father said before his death: As a girl, she lived in such a big house. Although the top floor received the most yang energy and was the smoothest, it would not be able to sustain it in Feng Shui.

Bagua is the pattern of the sun in the world. It is most suitable to place it next to the door and opposite the elevator.

But just as the elevator door closed, she felt as if the Bagua diagram was blurred for half a second.

But she thought she was so tired that she didn't even look back.

So I didn't see the old lady coming down from the 19th floor still standing in the elevator.

But the faint light emitted by the Bagua Picture was like a wall, preventing her from walking in.

Fu Minghui knew nothing about this, so he took a bath first and then applied medicine.

There were many black marks on her body, and it hurt so much that she wanted to curse when touched.

In retrospect, it must have been caused by the charred corpse underground grabbing her and trying to push her into the soil. Obviously it is different from normal bumps and scrapes.

Fortunately, the ointment given by Luo Zhao was very effective, but it was a pity that she couldn't deal with the injury on her back by herself.

"It would be great if Hua Chan could give birth to hands." She muttered and fell into a deep sleep.

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