dragon hunter

Chapter 300 Abandoned Warehouse
"Brother Zhang, what are you looking at?" Lang Xingsong asked curiously when he saw me staring at the talisman paper crane with a dignified expression.

I handed the talisman paper crane to Lang Xingsong and said, "This was given to me by a friend. She is very well informed."

After reading the words on the talisman paper crane, Lang Xingsong was silent for a long while, then raised his head and said, "In this case, let's go and explore to see what secrets are hidden in that pit."

"But who knows, what kind of pothole is that?" Fatty Wang muttered from the side.

"Mr. He said that the location of the pothole belongs to the current old textile factory. I'll find out after asking someone." Lang Xingsong said and took out his mobile phone.

"Hiss, it's eerie and weird here, shall we leave first?" Fatty Wang folded his arms and shuddered.

I put away the piece of keel, glanced around, broke a few strange statues, greeted my companions, and walked downstairs.

Halfway through the car, Lang Xingsong answered a phone call, humming, as if he was listening to the report from the other side.

After hanging up the phone, Lang Xingsong turned his face and said, "After the old textile factory closed down, it was bought by a businessman, but my people checked, and the businessman used a fake name and never showed up."

"Then what's going on at the old textile factory now?" I asked suspiciously.

"There are only some dilapidated factory buildings left, and there are rumors of ghosts there, so no one goes there on weekdays." Lang Xingsong said.

"It's a long night and dreamy, let's go over and find out the situation now." I gritted my teeth and made a decision.

Lang Ying turned around and drove towards the old textile factory, and the scenery outside the car window flew by.

In the dim night, when the car drove on the old road again, I felt a lot of emotions in my heart. The old textile factory was next to this road.

"The transportation of raw materials has been suspended for more than half a month, and the lost funds are enough to repair the road several times." Lang Xingsong sighed.

I was silent for a moment, and comforted me, saying everything would be fine.

The car turned onto a small road, and there were some dilapidated buildings in front of it, which looked a little gloomy under the night light.

"There is the old textile factory, which has been abandoned for many years." Lang Ying explained while holding the steering wheel.

There are few people here, even the street lights are broken, and the surrounding area is dark.

The iron gate of the textile factory was closed tightly, covered with rust. Lang Ying parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door, and walked down.

I walked to the rusty iron gate and looked at the abandoned old factory building inside. I felt that the environment here was very suitable for shooting horror movies. It was gloomy and desolate enough.

"Hey, why did a wooden sign fall off the ground?" Fatty Wang walked over, shaking his fat body, and bent down to pick up a square wooden sign.

The wooden sign covered with dust and dirt looked like an old blackboard, but it was so decayed that its original shape could not be seen.

"There is a ghost!" Fatty Wang screamed strangely, threw away the wooden sign, and took a step back.

I shivered and looked around nervously, but saw nothing.

"You're so startled, there's no ghost, are you dazzled?" I glared at Fatty Wang.

"No, I mean, that broken wooden sign has the word 'ghost' written on it." Fatty Wang explained with an aggrieved face.

I followed Fatty Wang's fingers and looked at the old wooden sign under his feet, my pupils shrank.

"There are ghosts!" Two big bloody characters were written on the dilapidated wooden sign.

The abandoned textile factory was eerie. Before entering, they saw such a strange wooden sign, and everyone fell silent for a moment.

"Don't worry about it, it might be some kid's prank." Lang Xingsong was silent for a moment, then said.

"Yeah, you have never seen such a big storm, don't take it to heart." I walked to the rusty iron gate and kicked it open.

Although everyone said they didn't care, the weird wooden sign still left a haze in everyone's hearts.

"The scope of the textile factory is a bit big. Where is the pothole?" I looked around vigilantly.

"It should be nearby. When the ancestors sealed the pothole, they used a soul-suppressing stone. As long as I get close, I will feel it." Lang Xingsong explained.

We looked towards an abandoned factory building next to it. The walls of the factory building were mottled, the glass on the windows was all broken, even half of the door was missing, and the doors and windows were covered with cobwebs.

Before I got close, I could smell a pungent stench, and I could still see traces of excrement by the wall.

After two steps, a black figure jumped out of the window, startling us.

"Don't panic, it's a wild dog." Lang Xingsong said in a deep voice.

I was stunned for a moment, and looked at the black figure. It was really a wild dog, with a dirty body, and ran away in a hurry.

Fatty Wang is a timid guy. He was frightened just now, and he refused to walk in front. He shrank his neck and hid behind me.

Holding the Gouyu sword tightly, I walked cautiously into the abandoned factory building.

Lang Ying was in the back, turning on the phone to illuminate it. The inside of the factory was like a garbage dump, with discarded bricks and wood everywhere.

On the wall behind the factory building, there is a quite contemporary slogan: "Work hard for a hundred days, persistence is victory!"

We searched around inside, but found no clues. We couldn't stand the foul smell, so we walked out holding our noses.

I frowned and thought about it, out of the corner of my eye, I accidentally glanced at the window beside me, and was startled.

A woman with loose hair stood outside the window, watching here with gloomy eyes.

"Who?" My arms were tense, ready to strike at any time.

My exclamation alarmed the companions around me, each of them took a defensive posture and looked around nervously.

"It's nothing, what are you talking about, I startled Fatty." Fatty Wang rubbed his head and muttered dissatisfiedly.

I squinted my eyes and looked out of the window again. It was empty, and the woman with disheveled hair disappeared, as if everything just now was just my illusion.

"Brother Zhang, what did you see just now?" Lang Xingsong asked in a deep voice.

"It's nothing, maybe it's dizziness, but everyone should be careful." I warned with a solemn expression.

Walking out of the abandoned factory building, there is probably a warehouse diagonally opposite. On the mottled wall outside, you can vaguely see the words "the warehouse is an important place, no fireworks".

I took a few steps closer and found that the old warehouse was closed with an iron door and locked very tightly.

Walked over and pushed it, the iron door was a bit thick, and it was difficult to open it with brute force.

The ventilation windows of the warehouse are opened on the wall more than three meters high, and we cannot see the situation inside.

"Let me try!" Lang Xingsong took out the rune pistol and pointed it at the lock on the iron door.

I fired two shots in a row, and the lock on the iron door snapped, and I kicked the iron door open.

A stale musty smell hit my face, I covered my nose and took a step back.

"Everyone wait for a while, let the stale air inside dissipate, and then go in." Lang Xingsong said in a deep voice.

Lang Ying was on the side, picked up his mobile phone, and took a photo into the abandoned warehouse. He could vaguely see some abandoned cardboard boxes.

The crying of babies came from the corner of the abandoned warehouse, which was particularly ear-piercing in this gloomy environment.

The hairs on my body stood on end, and a trace of sweat leaked from the palm of my hand holding the Gouyu sword.

"Why is there a baby crying? Fatty is timid, but he can't stand the fright." Fatty Wang hid behind us trembling.

I took a deep breath and held it back, cautiously, step by step into the warehouse, my back was like a tight bowstring.

Lang Ying followed closely, using her mobile phone to illuminate me. The trembling light beam betrayed her inner tension.

After walking a few steps, I saw a pair of green eyes staring at me.

Like a conditioned reflex, I threw out a piece of burning talisman paper, and with a meow, a black shadow rushed over.

I quickly stepped aside, the black figure jumped a few times and disappeared into the darkness.

"It turns out that the baby's cry just now was that wild cat's cry." I was relieved in my heart.

The meowing of cats sometimes is very similar to the crying of babies. Everyone didn't think of this just now, and they were frightened in vain.

I let out a breath, the musty smell in the warehouse is still a bit heavy, but it is bearable.

Footsteps came from behind me, I turned my head and saw Lang Xingsong and Fatty Wang following in.

This abandoned warehouse is full of cardboard boxes and discarded fabrics, except for a row of black jars by the wall, which is quite eye-catching.

"What's in the jar over there, isn't it pickled sauerkraut?" Fatty Wang said in a joking tone.

"Go and have a look, you'll know." I wiped the sweat on my palms and walked over there.

"It stinks, as if something is rotten." Lang Ying covered her nose and slowed down.

I also smelled that smell, like rotten meat, mixed with a sour smell, very unpleasant.

Taking a breath, I cautiously approached the row of black jars. When I got close, I vaguely heard something wriggling inside the jars.

I raised my vigilance in my heart, slowed down my pace, and leaned over there.

Lang Ying walked a few steps quickly, caught up, and held up the phone to illuminate me.

I stood by a black jar, gestured cautiously to Lang Ying, and slowly stretched out my arms to remove the wooden cover from the jar.

The wooden cover was covered with dust and some rat droppings, which I lifted with two fingers and fell aside.

I poked my head out slightly, looked into the jar, my pupils contracted to the extreme, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Brother Zhang, what's inside?" Lang Xingsong hurried over and asked.

"Ah!" Lang Ying presumably saw something in the jar, screamed, stepped back quickly, squatted on the ground and retched.

Lang Xingsong frowned, walked quickly to the side of the jar, probed into it, and his body trembled undetectably.

"What scared you so much, let Fatty see it." Fatty Wang muttered disbelievingly, and walked towards the jar staggeringly.

When the coward looked at the contents of the jar with his head, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he screamed "My God", turned around and ran away.

(End of this chapter)