Chapter 2: Red-Clothed Hanging Malevolent Entity

Wu Xian opened his cold eyes, and the warm lights dispelled the coldness in his body.

He did not return to the detective agency but appeared in a room that looked like a hotel; the room was not big, with terrazzo floors, light floral wallpaper, blue plaid bedding, rosewood tables and chairs, as well as a private bathroom and an old television.

A key was placed on the table, with a label on it saying Room 406.

Outside the window was pitch black; he could vaguely distinguish that he was in a city, but there were no lights, the city looked dead, and he could faintly hear the sound of clapping and eerie prayers.

"This is the Blessed Land, those missing people were all brought here?"

Thinking of his previous encounter, Wu Xian somewhat understood what the Blessed Land was about.

The so-called Blessed Land was like a large-scale survival game; those missing people were actually players of the game, the black hands covering the eyes were like cutscenes, and the previous worship... belonged to newbie benefits?

The missing people all died in the Blessed Land.

"She should have hanged herself, so the rope hanging her should be very strong."

The silence lasted for a while, and Wu Xian never straightened his waist.

These two small feet were as cold as ice, and there was a disgusting corpse odor.

Thump thump!

Since communication was impossible, Wu Xian began to consider how to escape.

To verify his conjecture, Wu Xian decided to go out and see.

Wu Xian lifted his overcoat, and his brows immediately furrowed.

But Wu Xian still held on tight, his two thighs suddenly lifted, and the weight of his whole person hung on her.

The True Fire Incantation looked like just a yellow paper with clerical script written on it, and the paper quality was a bit rough, but according to the information in his mind, it was not as simple as it looked.

The sound of her movement was rustling, like rubbing the floor with a mop mixed with mud and sand; hearing the sound gradually move away, Wu Xian finally straightened his waist, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly retreated.

But just as he reached the door, he stopped his steps; he smelled a salty-sweet scent mixed with the smell of rust.

All he could rely on was that True Fire Incantation.

"It seems it's not suitable to go out tonight."

According to the experience learned from horror movies, at this time, whether it was panicking and fleeing or looking up to observe, nothing good would happen, and even if he stayed still, he would still die after a long time.

This ritual was called "Rubbing."

Wu Xian could almost imagine a strangely shaped woman lying on the door, her body constantly squeezing the door panel, her eyes staring dead at the peephole, twitching like an epileptic, greedily sniffing for traces of the living.

"What should this thing be called, ghost, monster, or malevolent entity?"

But unfortunately, the color was greenish, emitting a stench of decay, obviously having been dead for a long time.

Since he couldn't go out.

It was the smell of blood.

"I want to eat you for a lifetime!"

The talisman was just a medium, the key was the information on it; as long as this piece of information was imprinted, any item could exert the talisman's ability.

"I want to eat you for a lifetime."

His shoulder touched something.

A resentful female voice came from overhead.

He saw a waiter hanging in mid-air, face full of terror, dancing and waving his arms; his head was grabbed by a large hand reaching out from outside the line of sight, this large hand gradually exerted force like iron pliers, squeezing the waiter's skull.

Wu Xian held his breath, the room was as silent as if there were no one, and the woman outside also stopped; now even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be heard.

Wu Xian's mouth twitched: "Sister, we just met, for such a big thing as a lifetime, should we get to know each other first?"

After going crazy, the woman outside finally left.

This meant that apart from clothes and people, everything brought from the outside world could not take effect in the Blessed Land.

Without looking up, Wu Xian knew that there must be someone hanging above his head.

Wu Xian, like a child who got a toy, looked forward to rolling the yellow paper on his middle finger, and according to the information obtained earlier, silently recited a sentence in his heart.

Suddenly.

Those who survived by luck also did not want to have any more involvement with the Blessed Land because of the terrifying encounters in the Blessed Land.

The woman spoke again, her voice becoming more resentful and sharp, full of bone-deep hatred, stinging Wu Xian's eardrums.

"Ah, no, let me go, I..."

In just two minutes, the woman changed several ways of speaking; her words were very sincere, full of emotion, either resentful and gentle, or anxious and terrified; just from the words, almost no flaws could be picked out.

Let's see what he can do first.

"Please have some kindness, I'm really not lying, I'm Yu Yinghua, the landlady of this hotel!"

"You have such a cruel heart, in a while he will come up, and seeing me at your door, he won't let you go either..."

Looking from a distance, one could see that a woman in red was hanging above Wu Xian's head, she was hung up by a hemp rope, her face was purple, her eyeballs were protruding, and a black-red tongue was sticking out from her mouth, stretching longer and longer, like a long snake.

Thump thump thump!

This sound was very dull, not like the sound of clapping with hands.

It was like a woman kneeling on the door, kowtowing mechanically!

She was full of malice, her tongue was about to wrap around Wu Xian's neck, and she would soon be able to hang Wu Xian, making his death look as ugly as hers.

Wu Xian's line of sight slanted slightly, and he found a red skirt hem resting on his shoulder, as well as a pair of female feet; the foot shape was slender and symmetrical, the bones and tendons were slightly protruding, and the nails were trimmed round and smooth.

Wu Xian was silent for a moment.

Wu Xian held up his middle finger and examined it for a long time.

"Stars guide the way, Heavenly Official bestows the talisman!"

"Well, she only knows one sentence."

Wu Xian quietly walked to the side of the door, bent down, and pressed his ear against the door panel; this action could ensure that the person outside could not detect his existence through the peephole and door gap.

This was the first time Wu Xian had encountered such a thing; this kind of terror that transcended cognition made his heart crawl, his hands and feet were trembling slightly, but at the same time, he felt a bit of intimacy.

The talisman paper burned automatically, the words "True Fire" appeared on Wu Xian's middle finger, and then disappeared without a trace.

But now all the things had turned into exquisite paper folds, losing their original colors, becoming light and airy, and even the steel wire hidden in the clothes broke with a single pull.

He immediately leaned to the peephole to peek.

Wu Xian had his ear pressed to the door, but could only hear the speaking voice, no rapid panting, nor the sound of a body colliding with the door or the ground.

Bang!

A dull sound came, as if something had hit the door, followed by low friction.

"Excuse me, is there anyone in the room? He's crazy, he wants to kill me, please let me in to hide for a while..."

The problem was with the voice.

But just at this moment, Wu Xian suddenly grabbed her feet!

To cope with the missing person crisis, he hid several cold and hot weapons on his body, as well as lighters, magnifying glasses, rings with hidden blades, and other things.

Pfft!

The waiter's head was crushed like a rotten tomato, and the large hand grabbed the waiter's remains, gradually disappearing from Wu Xian's field of vision.

Wu Xian's eyes rolled around twice, and he had a countermeasure.

Suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

The woman outside's tone became urgent.

Wu Xian did not respond.

But Wu Xian determined that she was not human.

After standing still, he heard a cry for help from outside.

After taking two steps back, Wu Xian suddenly stopped, his heart skipped a beat.

Crack!

Notes from the Yuewei Thatched Cottage, Volume 13: Folk sorcerers say that if a person who hangs themselves wears red clothes, their ghost will enter and exit the room, and the epilepsy god in the palace will not. Because women are not shrouded in red clothes, red is a yang color, just like a living soul. I don't know the source of this saying, but women believe in it very deeply. Therefore, those who die with resentment often hang themselves in red clothes to seek to become a malevolent entity.

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