However, I finally chose to open the door of the third room first to confirm the inside.
The third room was as I had judged, empty, and even less furnished than the others.
The most in the room is actually some of the incense candles used in the sacrifice, and there are many of them that I usually use.
It can be seen that what the man in black does is what the ghost hunter suppresses the soul, and what he does is quite hidden.
Now there is only one last room left, and the spirits must be in that fourth room, and all I have to do now is carefully open the door to the room. tiptoeing to the door of the room, in fact, I am also doing this too much, but when people are nervous, they will make the most appropriate reactions and actions that the body thinks is appropriate.
Even if I was light, those spirits could feel that there was a person standing at the door of the room, because they judged whether there was anyone around them by the change in smell and aura.
I know the smell of my own body best, and the man in black asked about that smell, let alone these souls.
I'm standing so close to the doorway now, and the imprisoned spirits in the room must already know that I exist.
I guess they are stretching their necks one by one, wrinkling their noses and smelling desperately at the gate "The things inside can hear me, and I will begin to ask you now, and you will answer at once," I shouted inside the door.
It's already close at hand, and if I boldly push the door open and enter, not only will I be in danger, but the soul gates that have been slowly recovering from being taken away by the man in black and have not been controlled for several hours are also afraid.
I didn't open the door right away, because if I were exposed to those spirits, they were afraid of the men in black, and they wouldn't pounce on me the moment I opened the door.
In that case, I would be in such a dangerous situation that I would not even have a chance to escape, so I would have to fight hard.
As far as the spirits are concerned, they may be discerned by the smell of my body, and the man standing in the doorway is not the man in black.
But they would panic even more, guessing by the smell of me that I was more terrible than the man in black, and trying to kill me as I stood in the doorway and prepared to open the door.
Both sides now have concerns and no one dares to take action, so I chose to stand at the door and talk to them directly.
In this case, it is safer for both parties, so let me judge the situation in the room now through a brief chat.
Let the spirits know that I'm here to help them, not to harm them.
"Who are you, how are you a woman, the man who grabbed us," a hoarse-sounding man's voice came from the room.
"And who are you?"
I didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.
I need to know now what the soul I'm talking to is, what role it is among the many souls in the room "You don't care who I am, but what I say works, you just said what we know and how much we know," the man asked.
I didn't hide it and said directly: "I know that there are a lot of souls in the room, and I know that you were all captured by the man in black." aa2705221: