Mysterious world, I have special understanding

Chapter 50 How dare he
Ji Que didn't grow up by eating bear hearts and leopards, he could only say that he was more used to the feeling that someone wanted to harm him anytime, anywhere.

However, this ubiquitous sense of fear was really uncomfortable. For a time, his mood was low and his nerves were quite excited.

Because he felt that the pots, lids, and shovels in the kitchen wanted to harm him, he was so sensitive that he wanted to kill them all.

The most hateful thing was that half of the roast chicken he bought during the day, as if he had been staring at him with malicious intent, making him horrified.

So Ji Que picked up the half roast chicken and ate it.

While nibbling on the roast chicken, he walked out of the kitchen and said depressedly, "No."

He searched inside and out, even drilled the stomach of the stove, but found nothing.

The white cat who saw this scene was messed up again in the cold wind.

Can this guy still eat?
In this case, how can he eat anything?
For a while, it felt that the scholar did not eat the gall of a bear and a leopard, but that he had no heart at all.

Only people who have no heart can eat roast chicken at such a time.

The delicious roast chicken temporarily lifted Ji Que's depressed mood.

He knew that this kind of fear was harmful to people, and he had to find out the culprit as soon as possible.

He won't give up until he finds out.

This is the house he paid for!
just bought it!
After Ji Que finished eating the roast chicken, he threw the chicken bones that seemed to be malicious, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that there was a large stack of firewood on the outer wall of the kitchen.

The firewood was full of dust, and Ji Que thought it could be used for fire, so he left them there and did not move them away.

In addition to the wood, the firewood was also mixed with some hay. From here, it looked like there was a person hiding in the hay.

Will it be there?

As soon as this thought appeared, the fear became stronger and more concrete, and it made my heart pound.

Ji Que endured the fear in his heart and walked over.

He ripped open the hay and wood, every gap formed by the wood and holes formed by the hay, as if someone was looking at you horribly, but he moved them all away, and still did not find the so-called corpse .

At this moment, Ji Que suddenly stopped.

Under the firewood, he found a rectangular wooden plank.

This wooden plank is mixed with firewood, and with the accumulation of dust, it is usually difficult to find.

Is this a lid?
When Ji Que mentioned it, the board was lifted, revealing a dark hole.

cellar?

Under the night, the darkness at the entrance of the cave is particularly rich, like ink that cannot be melted.

He stretched out a hand and went in, and he couldn't see his five fingers on the spot.

On a roof outside the small courtyard, the white cat saw this scene, and said with a cat-like face: "He found it? Why? What do you think, this guy is just a scholar who doesn't study hard."

Yes, because Ji Que practiced the most common Taijiquan, swimming, and "Yixue", and he had never entered a sect, he was not a professional at all, so he rarely had the characteristics of a practitioner.

Even if you observe carefully, it is difficult to find his true qi.

Because the zhenqi condensed by Tai Chi is exceptionally harmonious, almost perfectly integrated with his body, only when he exerts great force can others have the opportunity to observe his true qi circulating.

Therefore, whether it was the two worshippers of the Fenglian Sect, or the finger of the god's envoy, or the two old women who were behind, they were all caught off guard by him.

After that, Ji Que went to get a lamp and got into the darkness.

The white cat was a little numb from the shock today, but he couldn't help but shake again.

Did he go in?

unarmed?

this hour?

How dare he!

The darkness in this underground space is indeed much denser than outside.

That wind lantern can only illuminate a distance of more than one meter ahead.

Ji Que went down a simple wooden ladder.

I saw that the wooden ladder was covered with dust cobwebs, and as soon as I inhaled, my nose was full of dust.

When you get here, you can clearly feel the extremely frightening feeling, like this should be just a cellar, but it gives people the feeling of being in the hell of the Yellow Springs.

Different from the previous fear that someone would kill you anytime, anywhere, there was a sense of despair and loneliness underneath.

The light in his hand was shaking, and Ji Que even had the illusion that he would die alone if he went on.

No one knows what terrifying things will come down at once, or in other words, this sense of fear has almost turned into a suffocating wave, and if he is not careful, it will engulf him and make him irreversible.

But Ji Que felt that he could stand it.

When he thought that he had just bought this house, which cost a total of 180 taels and a cleaning fee of seven taels, he could do nothing.

There was a click, the sound of boots stepping on the ground.

in the end.

There was a stale smell in the air, a smell of corruption, but not strong.

There are wooden shelves in the cellar with some broken cabbage on them.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the cellar, and the flames in the wind lanterns suddenly turned on and off.

There was a very light or even smooth sound in the surrounding darkness, as if some behemoth was swimming in the darkness.

Ji Que's Tai Chi infuriating movement in his body formed an infuriating shield that enveloped the lights.

The flickering candles gradually calmed down.

Ji Que continued to walk inside for a while, then stopped.

In the thick darkness, a corpse appeared in the weak area shrouded in firelight.

Seeing this corpse, Ji Que only felt a huge sense of fear pouring out like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, he felt like he was drowning, a little uncomfortable.

The drowning person will struggle to get out of the water body, Ji lacks instinct, as if every cell in his body is urging him to escape from here.

But thinking of his own house, the one he just bought, he took a deep breath and walked over.

This is the body of a man lying on the ground.

The clothes on his body were rotted and riddled with holes, but the whole body looked like a living person.

Ji Que was certain that the ubiquitous sense of fear was emanating from this corpse.

For a time, he seemed to see a young man living alone, living a numb life every day, without friends, without relatives, and he didn't like to go out.

It was his birthday that day, and he has been alone for many years.

Since his parents passed away, no one in the world has remembered this day except himself.

The man was afraid that he would even forget about it in the end, so at this time of year, he would always have a birthday for himself, even if he was never alone.

That day, he cooked a dish for himself and went to the cellar to get some wine.

Drinking alcohol on his birthday every year is one of his few ritualistic behaviors.

As a result, when he took the wine, the man suddenly felt a colicky pain in his heart and fell to the ground.

He felt terrified, wanted to call for help, and wanted to struggle to crawl out for help.

Because today is his birthday, he hasn't had a good meal by himself.

A huge sense of fear swept over, with uncontrollable sadness and despair.

The man found that he died here, and no one would care about him, and no one would even think of him as a person.

He desperately wanted to crawl outside, trying to escape from this terrible thing.

In the end, he still died here, turning into a corpse filled with great fear and despair.

Ji Que pulled away from the terrifying feeling, turned to look around, and found a wine jar lying not far from the corpse.

The wine jar was not broken.

He walked over and found two pickle jars in the cellar.

He took off the lid of the jar and placed it on the ground like a bowl.

After that, he poured a bowl of wine for each other and himself.

Ji Que's face was covered in fine sweat caused by fear. He raised the bowl and muttered, "Brother, happy birthday, I don't know if it is today. In short, happy birthday."

The corpse was still lying there, looking at him horribly.

After a while, the corpse decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving off a rancid smell.

However, that suffocating fear disappeared.

Ji Que was relieved, standing there, only to feel that the rancid air was much better than the previous despair and fear, even a little sweet.

He took off his robe, wrapped the body, and brought it back to the ground.

The whole sense of fear that enveloped the house really disappeared.

The white cat squatted there, surprised: "Come out?"

"Well, we even brought the body out!"

"No, the curse is lifted?"

"how can that be!"

At this time, Ji Que had put down the man's rotting corpse and turned to look at the cat demon.

The white cat shrank his neck, his hair stood up slightly, and wondered, "Why is he looking at me like this? Could it be?"

The next moment, Ji Que turned around and ignored it, as if he was looking for something.

The white cat just thought it was a false alarm, but at this moment, a figure flashed and suddenly appeared in front of it.

"Bold monster, I can see at a glance that you are not human!"

"Bah, not a cat!"

"Meow, what's the situation!"

(End of this chapter)