There was a smell of blood in the room, which was a big deal.
I followed the old ghost to his room without alerting Sister Shiliu and Dachun.
The old ghost's room was an ordinary room, not that big at all.
It had a bed, a TV, and no bathroom.
It was obvious at a glance that I went in and smelled it.
No smell of blood was detected.
But ghosts are different from people, especially old ghosts like old ghosts.
He must have discovered something, otherwise he wouldn't have this expression.
"under the bed" The old ghost pointed directly at the bed, with a look of surprise on his face.
I'm even more curious now that the old ghost is like this.
What did he find?
The bed is a wooden modular bed that is common in small hotels, with a mattress on top and quilts and sheets.
It is very simple.
The floor was made of large tiles, very simple to prepare.
I walked over and pushed the bed away with a little force, revealing the dusty floor.
I walked over and rubbed it with my feet.
The tiles were very clear.
I really couldn't see any trace of blood, nor did I ask if there was a smell of blood.
I took a look at the old ghost, and there was nothing down here.
The old ghost walked to the tile in the middle, squatted down and wiped it gently.
A large dark black mark appeared on the tile and expanded rapidly.
My pupils shrank.
Judging from the amount of blood, there must have been a murder in this room.
I stepped back, and the pool of blood continued to expand, eventually covering the ground under the bed.
"What the fuck is this" I looked at the dark black marks under the bed that covered the entire ground with some shock.
This was indeed blood, and I was sure that the blood below must have been cleaned very well back then.
This dark black mark is entirely composed of resentment, and there are no ghosts below.
From this, we can imagine how resentful the people who died here were.
The old ghost squatted down, put his face on the ground, and took a deep breath.
His body, which had been severely injured last night and had become translucent, suddenly stared at him a lot.
"Fuck, that's okay."
I was taken aback by the old ghost's actions.
The old ghost ignored me, as if he was addicted.
He continued to smoke, and his body became more and more solid.
The most important thing was that the old ghost actually shed tears, and they were tears of blood.
Drops of blood and tears fell to the ground, then evaporated and turned into the purest yin energy, disappearing into the air.
"Scared me" I patted my chest.
Just now I almost thought that the old ghost was crying ghost tears.
If he could shed ghost tears, he would be living as a ghost.
On the ground, the dark mark quickly disappeared as the old ghost inhaled, but more and more blood and tears appeared on the old ghost's face.
When all the dark marks disappeared, the old ghost stood up from the ground.
His cold eyes were full of hatred, his teeth were clenching, and his fists were clenched tightly.
He looked like this, wishing he could Kill immediately.
"Wake up"
I put a drop of blood on the old ghost's eyebrows.
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It was obvious that he had absorbed the memory contained in the resentment.
I became even more curious about what he saw.
How can I hate this.
Sister Pomegranate was like that, and a hard-hearted guy like Lao Gui was still like that.
What on earth did they see?
"My Japanese ancestors" The old ghost just woke up and started to curse through gritted teeth.
This was the first time I saw him like this.
He was not like this when he was made so embarrassed by the old lady with a flat mouth last night.
"What did you see?"
I had a bad thought in my heart, so I stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.
The old ghost gritted his teeth, glanced at me, and then at Ruohan who was following me with a confused look on his face.
He took a step forward and grabbed my and Ruohan's hands.
A picture unfolded in front of my eyes.
Still in this room, the floor is not white tiles, but a dark cement floor, and the bed is an old-fashioned iron bed.
Lying on the bed was a pregnant woman with a swollen belly.
She moaned in pain and begged at the same time.
She begged those people not to hurt her child, and she begged them to let her go.
No one paid attention to her, and her pleading only brought abuse and insults.
Those people took her down, took off her pants, and under the guidance of two white coats, induced her child.
The already formed baby was forcibly induced. , and even made a shrill cry.
"my child" The woman let out a desperate howl, pushed away those who were holding her down, and stood up.
The corners of her eyes were cracked, and tears of blood were dripping downwards.
When she saw the child, whose body was bruised and covered in blood, he howled in despair again, and he also fell down, with a large pool of blood flowing out from under his body.
The child died, the woman died, and there was massive bleeding.
The bright red blood dyed the entire bed red, dripping along the bed board to the ground, forming a large pool of dark red marks on the dark cement floor, just like what we saw just now.
"I'll mess with your uncle" The moment I woke up, I was completely angry.
Are those people beasts?
Judging from the shape of the woman's belly and the shape of the child, it was at least seven months old.
I can't imagine how they could bear to do it.
With their approach, it would not be a pity to die ten times, and judging from their methods, this was not the first time they had done this.
What they did also gave me the idea that the infant spirit of the old thing in the Mao suit might have come from these stillborn babies who had been induced to give birth.
"Did you see that?"
The old ghost squatted in the corner and asked dully.
I nodded.
Now she was so filled with hatred that she couldn't even utter a word.
The same was true for Ruohan.
She was trembling all over.
Those people were simply beasts.
“There should be more” After a moment of silence, the old ghost spoke again.
I nodded again.
Just by looking at the skillful techniques of those people, I could tell that this kind of thing must have been done many times.
"Don't tell Dachun yet" I sighed and told the old ghost that I knew very well that once Dachun found out about this, with his character, he would have to rush out to fight for those people.
"I know" the old ghost responded dully.
"I have been squatting in the cell for thirty years.
I have never seen what kind of scum and beast, but this is the first time I have seen such a thing.
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That child has already taken shape."
As the old ghost spoke, his body started to tremble with anger.
Tears of blood formed from Yin Qi began to drip from the corners of his eyes again.
If he didn't vent his anger, he would be driven crazy.
I remained silent and didn't say anything.
The old ghost directly absorbed the resentment and saw it more clearly than I did.
He absorbed the resentment, which is equivalent to carrying this hatred.
"Seven months old, he was still crying when he came out.
His eyes didn't even open."
The old ghost gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.
I exhaled slowly, and what appeared in front of me was that little purple face.
If he could speak normally, he should be a beautiful little boy.
"Ming, kill them, you must kill them."
Ruohan had been forcing herself to endure it, but at this time she couldn't bear it anymore and threw herself directly into my arms and cried loudly.
"Yes, no one with blood on their hands can escape.
I won't let them go, no" I said through gritted teeth.
The old ghost stood up, closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled a breath of yin.
His whole temperament changed, and a cold and harsh feeling came over him.
He wanted to kill someone.
"And it's not just this one."
When he opened his eyes again, a dark red killing intent flashed in the old ghost's eyes, and he said tremblingly.
"besides" My voice also trembled, which was a little uncontrollable.
"Two, two more" The old ghost said as he opened the door and walked out.
I followed the old ghost and walked out.
The room the old ghost was talking about was right next door to him.
The old ghost gritted his teeth and opened the door.
This was still an ordinary room with no one inside.
Perhaps after experiencing the tragedy just now, my nose seemed to be more sensitive.
As soon as I entered the room, I smelled the strong blood. taste.
I stepped forward and pushed the bed away, and a large pool of dark red marks appeared directly in front of my eyes.
This time I couldn't bear to watch anymore, but the old ghost stepped forward and sucked up the resentment without hesitation.
He wanted to carry all the hatred, which also meant that he wanted to avenge them.
No matter it is those children or those poor women, no one can escape this time.
Everyone who has been stained with blood must die: