Ghost Blowing Lamp II

Chapter 47 The lingering ghost
This duck blunderbuss is an antique, and it misfires from time to time. This time, Ding Sitian deserves to die. The gunfire saved her life. Although Lao Yangpi was worried that the musket would hit Ding Sitian, When firing the gun, the muzzle of the gun was raised a lot, and the shotgun had no lethal power, but the momentum of the smoke and fire was amazing, and the golden scales that strangled Ding Sitian was frightened by the shotgun, and let Ding Sitian go. Tianji backed away, but it lost its direction in a panic, and slammed into the cremator with the open furnace door. I just rushed to the front, pressed the furnace door with my back, and pulled the iron bolt.

The four survived the catastrophe, panting heavily, and no one could speak. When I stopped, I felt my whole body was icy, and then I noticed that my clothes were almost soaked in sweat. I don't know if it was cold sweat from shock, or The hot sweat flowing during the battle stopped for a while, Fatty and Ding Sitian, the three of us were shocked for a while, and the violent heartbeat and heavy breathing finally slowed down. Only Lao Yangpi held the torch in one hand and held the fire in the other. The shotgun grinned motionlessly, his expression seemed to have even raised his beard.

The fat man went over and pulled Ding Sitian up first to see that she was not injured, so he was relieved, and then went to pat Lao Yangpi on the shoulder: "Okay, old man, you are indeed a poor and lower-middle peasant." Lao Yangpi sat down on his buttocks On the ground, his face was full of bewilderment, as if he couldn't believe that he had saved Ding Sitian just now.

The golden scorpion, which was locked into the crematorium again, bumped into it several times, but the furnace door was half a meter thick, and no matter how strong it was, it would not be able to rush out, but I still didn't dare to neglect it, and pressed it tightly. The iron bolt of the furnace door did not let go, because I clearly remember that when the torches were all extinguished and there was no light just now, someone opened the furnace door. Five people, it is this hidden guy who released the golden scales. If it happens again, we may not be as lucky as before. It seems that there must be something hidden in this building. He deliberately does not want us to leave alive Get out, if we can't find this guy as soon as possible, we will have no chance this time.
I knew there must be something hidden in the crematorium, and we would have more trouble if we didn't find it, so I put my back against the door of the crematorium and scanned the underground crematorium with my eyes, but Ding Sitian When the torches in people's hands were not bright enough, the far end and every corner of the basement was still pitch black. The more I couldn't see what was in the darkness, the more uneasy I felt. At that time, there was no such thing as claustrophobia in secret rooms. But the four of us have had enough of staying in this cement coffin, especially there are some inexplicable and strange phenomena in this building, and when we think about it a little bit, we feel hairy in our hearts.

The fat man came up with an idea and said, "You block the furnace door at the bottom. I'll go upstairs and throw the torch into the crematorium to burn that son of a bitch to death, lest it come out to play hooligans again."

I nodded and agreed, and kept on doing nothing, and it couldn’t crawl out of the flue without burning it to death. At this moment, Ding Sitian stopped us and said, “Don’t burn it. , There are two treasures on the body of Jinlin Cockles, one is the wishful hook on the tailbone, and the other is the water-dividing beads on the skull. It is said that they are precious medicinal materials that can bring the dead back to life. Our cows and horses may not be found. The loss is already irreparable, but if these two things can be brought back, maybe they can be exempted from being held accountable."

Fatty and I doubt whether the Ruyi hook and other cockles are really that valuable, but it's better than going back empty-handed. As for how to catch cockles, Ding Sitian once heard from his father that Jinlin cockles like to haunt trees, On the top of the tower and other extremely high places, there must be "Guanyin Vine" nearby, and it can only be hunted and killed with the Guanyin Vine. I don't know if this kind of plant grows near this building. If you can't find it, try to get out of here first, then Bring more people back to capture it.

In a flash of thought, I decided that this is absolutely impossible, and said to Ding Sitian: "No, it must be broken, and there will be future troubles. We must burn it to death now. This thing comes and goes like the wind, and no one can stop it." , if it gets out of the cremator again, we should really go to see Marx, and besides, how can there be other exits in this building except for the flue?” In fact, there is the most important point, this building Nine times out of ten, it is a haunted building, and through the series of events experienced tonight, it can be seen that the ghosts in the building definitely want to put us to death. Judging from the air quality in the basement, the air quality at the exit of the crematorium The iron gate may not have been closed all the time, maybe it was also closed after we entered the building. Now there are a few torches to illuminate it. If the crematorium is turned on, it will be like a big knife being used on the grave, and it will scare people to death.

I really don't want to express this concern directly to Ding Sitian and others, because everyone's mental pressure is almost reaching the limit right now, but even if I don't say it, the rest of the people can figure out the pros and cons at this time, so I dismissed it In the current difficult situation, the plan to kill the cockles and take the wishful hook is to do everything possible to survive first. If the green hills are left, there is no fear of running out of firewood.

I asked the fat man to take the torch and go to the second floor, and asked Ding Sitian to follow him. After lighting the fire, he went back to the basement to join us. The fat man found the Kangxi sword that had fallen on the ground and stuck it in his belt, holding the torch Walked carelessly towards the stairs.

Ding Sitian also followed, but as soon as the two of them lifted their feet, Ding Sitian's face suddenly changed when they passed in front of me, and he stretched out two hands, pulling me and the fat man away from the crematorium , I was wondering, I just wanted to ask her why she dragged me?But in a blink of an eye, the sudden situation became clear. It turned out that there were clusters of thick yellow fog emerging from the gap in the cremation furnace door, and that the scorpion can spit poison at [-] noon, which may just happen to be midnight. At that time, the poisonous miasma was fierce and thick, and it condensed in the airless environment of the basement. The distance between the hearth and the stairs was not far away, and it was covered by poisonous smoke in an instant.

Seeing that the yellow fog was so thick that it seemed impossible to melt away, I suddenly remembered that I had just changed clothes in this cremation room. I was choked by the smell of soot and corpses, because clothes were very important property at that time, and they would not be discarded unless absolutely necessary, so Fatty and the others did not change their clothes, and there were only two sets of protective clothing hanging in the corner of the basement , the other set hanging on the stairs has been covered by poisonous gas.

I thought to myself that I was the only one who wore a filter mask to break through the poisonous fog and set fire to the second floor, but when I touched the clothes, my heart immediately became cold. The filter mask on the protective clothing has already fallen off and disappeared.

The poison of the cockles penetrates the five sense organs and penetrates the seven orifices. It is more poisonous than snake venom. Seeing that the exit was blocked by the poisonous mist, I knew that the situation was over, so I covered my mouth and nose with my hands and quickly retreated to the far end of the incineration room with the other three. I suspected that I was drinking poison to quench my thirst, and the further I retreated, the farther away I was from the stairs.

The basement is not ventilated, and although the mist formed by the poisonous cockles has escaped from the crematorium, most of it condenses near the furnace door, and the speed of spreading to the depths of the incineration room gradually slows down, but the poisonous mist is still gradually approaching us. .

In the depressing basement, there is no way to go to the sky, no way to go to the earth, the oxygen in the room is getting less and less, the flame of the torch has become dimmer, the four of them have no choice but to keep retreating to the corner, the fat man suddenly remembered something and acted recklessly Ding Sitian said to Ding Sitian: "I said Sitian, before we go to see Marx, there is something I haven't had time to ask you. You see, Lao Hu and I, who is likely to further our pure revolutionary friendship with you?" Sublimation sublimation?"

Ding Sitian was behind us. I couldn't see her expression clearly in the dark. I don't know if she was afraid or blushed when she was asked about this in such a desperate situation. Thinking that she was about to die in this gloomy crematorium, I also Looking forward to hearing Ding Sitian's heartfelt voice before he died, but Ding Sitian said to us: "I...water...you look at the sewage flowing out of the pipe!"

Her voice was both startled and happy, as if seeing a ray of light in the darkness, Lao Yangpi held up a torch to shine on the place she said, it turned out that we had retreated to the corner where the pipeline was laid unknowingly, and were hit by brocade scales A lot of sewage flowed out of the cracked water pipe, which had run out at this time, and there was still a lot of black water accumulated on the ground. There were more than a dozen small eddies in the pooled water, and the accumulated water in the room had seeped down from here. Since the drainage hole has not been dredged for many years, the sewage seeps very slowly. If it is not for the rupture of the water pipe, it is difficult to detect its existence.

When we saw a ditch, it seemed as if we had caught a life-saving straw. The fat man reached out his hand to touch the sewage, and said happily, "It doesn't look like a floor drain, it's a fucking iron cover. I'll see if I can lift it off..."

I saw that the poison was approaching, and there was no room for further delay, so I urged the fat man to act quickly. The fat man dug out the sludge on the drain holes of the iron cover, stretched his fingers in and pulled it upwards. After pulling it up a few times, the iron cover remained motionless as if rooted.

The dim yellow poison is like smoke and mist. The place we are in will be covered by poisonous mist in a short while. Now we are starting to feel difficult to breathe. I couldn’t escape, and everyone stomped their feet in anxiety. I had an idea, and remembered that this building was built strangely. All the door passages were either sealed or opened outwards, just like the lid of the crematorium. Could it be that this sewer is also the same? ?

Ding Sitian also thought of something with me. Her fingers were slender and could reach into the drain hole, so she quickly squatted down and reached out to feel for it. Sure enough, through the drain hole, she found a pin inserted horizontally inside. Although it was rusty, But it was still a little loose. She didn't care about the pain of her fingers being rubbed off. She pulled it a few times, and finally pulled off the iron bolt, and the iron drainage covers on both sides immediately fell off.

Under the drainage cover is a very deep drainage ditch, all of which are connected by large cement pipes. We don’t care about the damp and smelly inside, and we immediately file in. The height of the drainage ditch is nearly two meters. I was the last one to jump. I fell down, splashed all over with stinky water, and wanted to close the open drain cover, but in the chaos just now, Ding Sitian threw the iron bolt that was pulled out. I was not very reconciled, but the old sheepskin Under the urging of others, I had no choice but to give up.

There is not much sewage in the underground waterway, but the bottom of the cement pipe is a layer of black and foul-smelling mud, which is extremely muddy. There are many woodworms in it that were frightened by people, crawling back and forth quickly. Although the environment is harsh, it is still there after all. There is water movement, and there is no deadly methane gas, but it is easy to slip by the mud. The ends of the waterway cannot be seen, and the direction cannot be distinguished. It is said that the water source is scarce in this place close to Mobei. Why is it in the cement pipe that has been abandoned for many years? Still draining water, this point is really unpredictable, so I have no choice but to stop thinking about it, and now I can only take a step and look at it.

I pointed to the Sheung Shui Office and said to everyone: "I think all roads lead to Beijing, so let's just pick one and go. Anyway, I finally got out of that building. Even if I was smothered to death in the sewer, I will never go back to that ghostly place.”

Although there are no absolute isolation measures between the sewer and the crematorium, the poisonous poison has its limit after all. As long as the depth of the space is large enough, there is no need to worry about being poisoned. In the narrow and long cement pipe, the four of them walked along the road. It's vague and unknown, but after all, we are far away from the cremator full of resentment, and the pressure in our hearts is somewhat relieved. The fat man, Lao Yangpi, and I couldn't stop praising Ding Sitian. If it weren't for her brave performance just now, everyone would have been poisoned Died, that kind of death is just like the Jewish people who died in the Nazi gas chambers, but there is not even a body collector, it is too miserable.

Ding Sitian said: "The one I admire the most is Ostrovsky, the contemporary hero of the Soviet Union. I just hope that as he said, when a person looks back on the past, he will not feel regret for wasting his time. And don’t feel ashamed of doing nothing.”

I imitated the recitation on the radio, and joked to Ding Sitian: "When I look back on the past, I won't feel regretful because I didn't climb out of the chimney of the crematorium, and I won't feel regretful because I went through the smelly chimney." The sewers are smoky and I feel like I’m doing nothing.” Then he said seriously to everyone: “We don’t know where we are going, and we don’t know what will happen in front of us. Everyone has to cheer up. This long march of ten thousand miles has just finished the first step..."

The fat man followed my words and sighed: "The road ahead will be more tortuous, more difficult, and longer..." Ding Sitian said: "That's why we have to save money and start a revolution. Lighting two torches is too wasteful, and only one is good." ?"

Ding Sitian extinguished the torches in his hand after finishing speaking. There were only a dozen or so simple torches tied up, and now there are only four or five left, and the burning time of each one is very limited, so it may not be able to burn half of it. Hours, I really don't know if I can last until I climb out of the gutter. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please visit www.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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