Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

Ji Que didn't grow up on a bear's heart and leopard's guts. It can only be said that he is more used to the feeling that someone wants to harm him anytime, anywhere.

However, this ubiquitous sense of fear was really uncomfortable. For a while, he was depressed and his nerves were quite excited.

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

The most disgusting thing was the half roast chicken that he bought during the day, as if he was staring at him with ill intentions all the time, making his hair stand on end.

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

While gnawing on the roast chicken, he left the kitchen and said depressedly, "No."

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

Seeing this scene, the white cat was messed up again in the cold wind.

Can this guy still eat?

How could he be able to eat under such circumstances?

For a moment, it felt that the scholar had no heart at all, not because he had eaten the heart of a bear and leopard.

Only a heartless person can eat roast chicken at this time.

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

He knows that this kind of fear is harmful to people, and the culprit must be found out as soon as possible.

He won't let it go until he finds out.

This is the house he paid for!

Just bought it!

Ji Que finished gnawing on the roast chicken, threw the malicious chicken bone aside, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this time, he suddenly noticed a large pile of firewood beside the outer wall of the kitchen.

The firewood was covered with dust, and Ji Que thought it could be used to light a fire, so he let them stay there instead of moving it away.

In addition to the wood, there was also some hay mixed in the firewood pile. From here, it seemed that there was a person hidden in the hay.

Will it be there?

As soon as this thought appeared, the fear became more intense and specific, making the heart pound.

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

He picked up the dry grass and wood, the gaps formed by each piece of wood and the hole formed by the dry grass, it seems that there is a person 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 touched a rectangular wooden board.

The wooden board is mixed with firewood, plus the accumulation of dust, it is usually difficult to find.

It's a cover?

As soon as Ji Que lifted his hand, the wooden board was lifted, revealing a dark hole.

cellar?

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

He stretched one hand 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 face: "He found it? Why? No matter how you look at it, this guy is just a scholar who doesn't study hard."

Yes, because Ji Que practiced the most common Tai Chi, swimming, and "Yi Xue", and 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 the existence of his true energy.

Because the zhenqi condensed from Taijiquan is exceptionally smooth and almost perfectly integrated with his body, only when he exerts his strength can others have the opportunity to observe the flow of his zhenqi.

So no matter it was the two worshipers of the Fenglian Sect, the finger of the envoy, or the two old women behind, they were all taken by surprise by him.

Afterwards, Ji Que went to get a lamp out and got into the darkness.

The white cat was so shocked today that it was a little numb, but it still couldn't help being shocked again.

he went in?

unarmed?

this hour?

How dare he!

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

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

Ji Que went down a crude wooden ladder.

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

Arriving here, one can clearly feel the extremely frightening feeling, like this should be just a cellar, but it gives people a feeling of being in hell.

Different from the previous fear that someone seemed to want to harm him anytime, anywhere, there was a sense of loneliness and despair underneath.

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

No one knows what terrifying things will rush towards him at once, or in other words, this sense of fear has almost turned into a suffocating wave, and if he is not careful, he will be swallowed up, making him irreparable.

But Ji Que felt that he could still stand it.

When he thought that he had just bought this house, which cost a total of one hundred and eighty taels of silver, and also paid a cleaning fee of seven taels of silver, he could do nothing.

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

It's over.

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

There are some wooden shelves in the cellar, and some broken Chinese cabbages are placed on them.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the cellar, and the flame in the wind lamp suddenly flickered.

There was a light and even slippery sound in the surrounding darkness, as if some huge monster was swimming in the darkness.

Ji Que's Tai Chi Qi circulated in his body, forming a shield of Zhenqi that enveloped the lights.

The flickering candle gradually calmed down.

Ji Que continued to walk a certain distance inside, and then stopped.

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

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

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

A drowning person would struggle to get out of the water, Ji Que instinctively, as if every cell in his body was urging him to escape from here.

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

It was the body of a man lying on the ground.

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

Ji Que can be sure that the ubiquitous sense of fear emanates from this corpse.

For a moment, he seemed to see a young man living alone, living a numb life every day, having no friends, no relatives, and he didn't like to go out.

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

Since his parents passed away, no one in this world except himself remembers this day.

The man was afraid that he would forget about it in the end, so every year at this time, he would always celebrate his birthday, even if he was the only one.

That day, he cooked some vegetables for himself, and went to the cellar again, wanting to get some wine to drink.

Drinking on his birthday every year is one of the few ritualistic behaviors he does.

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

He felt great fear, wanted to call for help, wanted to struggle to crawl out for help.

Because today is his birthday, he hasn't had a good meal alone yet.

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

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

He desperately wanted to crawl outside, trying to escape from all this terrifying.

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

Ji Que withdrew from the terrifying feeling, turned around and looked 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 the other party and himself.

Ji Que's face was covered with fine sweat caused by fear, he raised the bowl, and murmured: "Brother, happy birthday, I don't know if it's today. Anyway, happy birthday."

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

After a period of time, the corpse decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, exuding a rancid smell.

However, the suffocating sense of fear disappeared.

Ji Que was relieved, standing there, he felt that the rancid air was much better than the despair and fear before, and even a little sweet.

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

The whole sense of dread that hung over the house really disappeared.

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

"Well, the corpse was brought out!"

"No, the curse is lifted?"

"How can this be!"

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

The white cat shrank its neck, its hair stood up slightly, and asked doubtfully, "Why is he looking at me like that? 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 flickered and suddenly appeared in front of it.

"Bold and monstrous, I can tell at a glance that you are not human!"

"Bah, it's not a cat!"

"Meow, what's going on!"