Chapter 80 Sweeping the Fifth Floor (please collect and recommend)
The living room is damp, the old sofa is dirty and has not been taken care of, and there are several faded pictures on the wall. There are also some unpackaged foods on the dining table. The production dates of those foods were twenty years ago, and they appear to have never been touched.
Fang Shiming quickly walked to the bathroom. The bathroom door was ajar. The rest of the bathroom was old, except for the door handle, which seemed clean. It seemed that someone often opened the door and came in and out.
Opened the bathroom door.
He saw a corpse that had basically rotted into bones. Your corpse was lying in the bathtub with its mouth open as if it was in pain and unwillingness before death. The skeletal hand was holding a black letter tightly.
He strode over, reached out and snatched the black letter from the corpse.
The moment the letter was taken away, it seemed that a certain balance in the room was broken. Originally, there were only water droplets seeping on the bathroom wall, but at this moment, the water droplets seeping into it turned into blood droplets. It kept flowing out from the cracks in the wall.
The tiles on the wall bulged one after another, as if something was trying to get out of the wall.
For Fang Shiming, who had seen Kayako before, he didn't take these tricks to heart at all.
The wall collapsed suddenly.
There were rotting corpses one after another. These corpses were piled up and built into the wall. There were at least seven or eight corpses, some of them male and some female. Some of them had dead eyes open and no body parts. A little bit rotten.
He took action first without hesitation. These corpses were not very scary, and their actions were instantly suppressed by his ghost realm.
The blood in the bathroom slowly flowed out, and a cold, skeletal hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.
An iron chain appeared from Fang Shiming and wrapped around the withered neck. Suppression was formed, and the hand reaching for his ankle stopped moving.
Fang Shiming took a few steps back and took out the gong from the space.
"Dang."
Withered bones were suppressed and paused for a few seconds before breaking free from the iron chains and crawling towards Fang Shiming.
Fang Shiming kicked it up and returned it to the bathtub. His figure flashed next to the bathtub.
He stretched out his hands and strangled Dry Bones' neck tightly. His supernatural power was activated, and Dry Bones was completely suppressed by him. He did not want to upset the balance and cause the post office to lose control.
My mind moved.
The corpse in the wall was sent into the ghost realm by him.
He threw the black letter onto the withered bones without moving any of the furnishings in the room, and then walked out of Room 502. The withered bones were suppressed, and with a two-day suppression period, the room would once again fall into a state of balance. middle.
At this time, a burst of supernatural power struck, and Fang Shiming's body began to rot, and was then stopped by the ghost body.
"It seems that the side effect of the gong is to increase the degree of decay."
Then, he started a sweep.
Fang Shiming slowly walked to the door of Room 501. The door of Room 501 was locked tightly.
He pulled out his samurai sword, broke the door lock, and then walked in. There was indeed a yellowish dim light inside. The light was very familiar, coming from an oil lamp.
There was a large table placed in the living room, and two oil lamps were placed on the table. The oil lamps were lit, and a small flame swayed in the dim environment.
The lamp oil in the oil lamp exudes a peculiar smell, like animal fat, but it has been stored for a long time and is a bit rotten, so it exudes a faint rancid smell.
He put the oil lamp into the space and prepared to give one to Sun Rui. He started to search. There was an oil lamp on the bedside table in the bedroom. The oil lamp was exactly the same as the oil lamp on the table outside.
Next to the bedside table.
There was a glass bottle with pale dead human legs soaked in yellow liquid, just like specimens in formalin, but it was not one leg, but two legs.
Took away the glass bottle and stepped back without saying a word. There was no supernatural power in the room.
In room 503, I found a glass bottle, with a pale but well-preserved dead head soaked in it. The head quietly closed its eyes and had a peaceful expression, floating inside the glass bottle. With.
I then walked to room 504. The environment inside was the same as the previous rooms, except that there was an old record player on the table. The record player actually used a five-inch disc on an arm. Use one finger as a cartridge to play weird music.
Fang Shiming pulled out the arm, suppressed it supernaturally, and put it into the ghost realm, completing it instantly.
There was a small amount of supernatural power in the music. Fang Shiming searched around and found that there was nothing of value anymore, so he walked out of the room.
Room 505, as soon as he stepped into it, he felt a powerful supernatural force running around in the room.
Suddenly there was a pair of bare feet. The bare feet were a dead gray color, cold and stiff, just like a corpse. But the strange thing was that there was only the pair of dead feet in the room, and there was nothing else. , neither the body nor the head was seen.
The pair of dead feet showed no tendency to stop, but ran as fast as if they were running.
The next moment.
A pair of blue-black high-heeled shoes appeared on the bare feet, with a large number of unknown words on the shoes, which was eerie and terrifying.
Supernatural power is activated on high heels.
The steps slowly stopped, and he used Ghost Domain to stop them, and the high heels returned to his feet again.
Then, he came to room 507 and stabbed it down. The room seemed to be empty. After splitting the door, there was no movement inside.
"Bang."
The door handle and a piece of black material were blown away.
Opening the door, Fang Shiming took the black substance in his hand and took a closer look. He saw a ball of black hair. The hair smelled rancid, as if it had been buried in the soil for a while, and smelled of corpse.
Black rotten hair was wrapped around the door handle behind the door, blocking the door so that people outside could not force it open.
Fang Shiming looked around.
It's dark, depressing, and weird. The old walls are mottled and covered with moss. The furniture is also very old. It hasn't been cleaned for many years and is full of stains. There are even many traces of dried blood.
There was an unrecognizable corpse under the bed. The corpse was lying there upright, without any movement at all.
I put it away with the mentality that no matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat.
In less than five minutes, he had wiped out almost all the ghosts on the fifth floor.
Then he went to room 506.
No one dared to stop him. They sat on the old furniture and started chatting.
"What? Mr. Fang is leaving. What should we do here? If we lose control here, it might cause an SS incident."
Sun Rui became anxious when he heard that Fang Shiming was leaving.
Fang Shiming discovered that the system could not accept the female corpse soaked in the glass bottle. He learned from the original work that it was the body of Tian Xiaoyue, the second manager of the ghost post office, who was chopped into pieces by Zhang Xianguang's machete.
(End of this chapter)