Yama Rising Chapter 385: : Sanyin Gathering (3)

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There are blood-red street lights on both sides.

Under the street lamp, there is a dark house, shrouded in a misty wind. In the house, a pair of eyes burning with green wildfire all looked in his direction. There is no one living in the whole street. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it has been scared crazy at the moment.

At this moment, the lights of a three-story building covering an area of ​​one kilometer came on.

It was a building with a Republican style, with white brick and wooden doors. Obviously there was no one on the street, and the wooden door... but strangely... opened.

Shu Lala... the stern wind screamed on the street, blowing all the signs on the house straight towards Qin Ye. And in this gust of wind, there was a dialogue with countless women.

Unclear what it is, hazy. On the empty street, the voices of the women were getting closer, and finally... stood in front of the building with the wooden door wide open, as if walking in.

Slap, the door closed.

All the sounds came to an abrupt end, and the wind that had just rolled around was silent.

The silence on the street returned to death again. The paper-bound people still maintained their previous posture, motionless. As if the scene had never appeared before.

"Self-formed enchantment..." Qin Ye murmured: "The yin here is so strong that it cannot be removed, so does it reflect the photo taken decades ago?"

He took a deep look around and walked towards the only lighted building.

In the tall buildings, the lights are still blood red. Soon he walked to the door and knocked gently.

Boom... the dull voice sounded abruptly, and as soon as this sound fell, all the paper-pierced eyes on the whole street turned silently. And all the lights in the building flickered several times, turning into a richer scarlet.

Boom boom boom! There was no response, Qin Ye knocked several times, and finally, with a sigh, the door opened.

The endless yin wind blows straight out, and countless paper money is flying in it, as if standing in front of the mourning hall, the paper money is blown all over the street, and then caught in the air by the yin wind and sent farther.

Sir...The wooden door made a noise that made people stand upright, and the black hole's door looked like a huge mouth that was eaten by people. Inside is a factory in the 1940s and 50s. The hall may be ten meters tall, with curtains on both sides, and a two-meter wooden counter on the front. There is a man in front of the counter.

Wearing a Japanese military uniform during the Anti-Japanese War. Sitting straight in the center of the counter, with blood-red wall lamps on both sides.

But this is a paper man.

As Qin Ye slowly stood in front of him. The paper-pierced people's eyes moved unexpectedly, and then... actually spoke!

"You are late." He put out a wooden sign: "No next time."

"There really is no next time." Qin Ye took the wooden sign and looked at it. It was numbered 0-81. Put it in his arms casually, and then shook his hand, the judge's pen was a little empty, the eye sockets on the paper-stick man's painting suddenly widened, the screaming scream had not erupted, and the head burst.

Wow! It was like a person's head being headshot, bursting out like a fountain of blood in the sky, the head made of paper turned into money and paper flying in the sky, and Qin Ye was amazed when he watched it.

Puff! Blood was sprayed in the air, contaminated on those electric lights, and the wall lamps flickered frantically, making a sore sound. At this moment, the door behind him suddenly closed.

Qin Ye didn't care about these, and pushed away to change clothes

The door of the room walked in.

It's dark, there are no lights here. From the perspective of law, there are rows of closed wardrobes on both sides, with numbers on the chest. At the end of the room is a two-meter-high, one-and-a-half-meter-wide iron door with a round valve handle.

The dressing room is very large, about twenty meters long. Just as Qin Ye walked past a row of closets, suddenly... there was a trembling scream, resounding in a dead silence.

Qin Ye stopped. Looking across, the closet he had just walked through... all opened.

There are dusty work clothes hanging inside. Motionless, as if hanging a corpse, looking straight at him.

Other than that, there is nothing.

Retracting his gaze, Qin Ye continued to walk forward. Whenever he passed by a row of closets, the sound of the door opening was endless! Walking all the way, ringing all the way, there is only one voice in the suffocating silence. Ziya... Ziya... Then the closet doors opened, faster and faster, even Qin Ye, in such a repressive and terrifying environment, began to feel his heart beating faster. He walked quickly to the door, put his hand on the valve, and looked back.

No one.

There is no one.

It's just...I don't know when countless blood footprints appeared on the ground! Follow him... stand at the door together!

Densely...at least hundreds! Surrounding him like this, a icy wind, with a strong smell, made people sick.

Who is... staring at yourself in another world?

"Yes...the atmosphere is good." Qin Ye calmed down with a deep breath, and calmly turned the valve: "However, the ghosts are not bad, even if there are more lonely ghosts with a little bit of intelligence. , What can I do?"

Ka la la la... As the voice fell, the heavy iron door suddenly opened, and a dusty sour smell came over. What followed...there were countless women's conversations like the shocking waves hitting the shore.

This is a lot of space.

You can see that the locker rooms on the left and right can be accessed here, which is about 400 meters long. Divided into dozens of areas, each area has a long table on which is placed the trapped urn, steamer, etc. At the end there is a machine, wooden, pedal type, with a big wheel. In the middle of the house, there is a huge pool.

The overhead is full of pipes, there are several vents in all directions, and mirrors are arranged all around at the same height. There is a circle of sinks below. Dust covered. This height...approximately the height that you can see from the washstand up.

The yin wind blows in from the vent, bringing up a whimper like weeping, like howling a ghost. The urn, the steamer is steaming white. The wheels of each machine are turning, the sound of dialogue, the sound of the machine turning, the sound of burning flames... the sound is heard, but... there is no one in the entire huge factory!

The lonely rotating machine, the roaring wind, logically, the temperature here should be extremely high, but it is not. The temperature here has even reached below zero. Dust fluttered with the wind, like a veil covering the sun, open it, and you can see the house full of... ghosts.

"Old-fashioned silk reeling machine." Qin Ye glanced over the machine with wheels at the end, and nodded clearly.

This is the silk reeling factory. He has seen many before.

First, boil the cocoons, and then fish them up. This step should be done now. The smell of silk reeling that he was familiar with permeated the room.

By the way... with a salty, indescribable stench.

Boom...At this moment, a dull sound came. The heavy iron gate behind him closed suddenly, and at the same time, the lights in the whole house flickered frantically!

Happiness! Red and black alternate in the room. If the world is dead. When the light was turned on for the first time, Qin Ye took a breath. Even if it was him, he felt a little scalp exploding at this moment!

People...

The whole factory is full of people!

He saw... it was hundreds of women in work clothes from the 30s and 40s standing upright in front of each workbench with their backs to him. Some with short hair, some with braids...appeared at the moment when light and dark alternate. Before he could see clearly, the light went out with a snap.

It lights up again in less than half a second, as if watching a horror movie frame by frame. This time... all the women turned around and looked at him straightforwardly!

That... not a living person at all.

Everyone, every one! The whole body was charred, that was a sign of the body being burned. The bright red muscles underneath match the dark skin, and they look like **** evil spirits!

Kakaka...everyone's head turned 180 degrees. Although the front hand was still working, the head turned to the back, staring at him, an unexpected guest.

Hey... the light goes out again.

At the same time, Qin Ye took a breath, and a sense of horror like an electrified rush from his spine to the sky!

One hand touched his face.

"Uh... uh uh uh..." A short syllable from his throat sounded unconsciously beside his ears, and he could even feel that someone... was blowing the fluff behind his ears.

The sense of horror is human instinct, and no one can avoid it unless it becomes a ghost. Even if he is a bad guy, he will also feel horrible. And this scene in the Pit of Thousands of People... in the supernatural venues he has experienced, it is the number one.

The adrenal glands peaked instantly, but... this is not the end at all! Before he turned his head, in the darkness, I didn't know who it was, and took his hand.

"Uh... uh uh uh uh..." The same syllable, in just a few tenths of a second, more than one "person," came to him.

Papa...One hand one after another was placed on his body. Some hugged his waist, some grabbed his leg, some wrapped his hand... I don't know how many "people" surrounded him. At the same time, with a snapping sound, the light came on again.

Just 30 centimeters in front of Qin Ye, there were burnt and black faces that were bleeding. He was twisting to an angle that one couldn't make, looking at him directly.

The tousled hair covers the face, revealing dark eyes, which are completely black, with no whites at all. Face, still face, only face, up and down, left and right, all surrounded by these terrifyingly dead faces!

"Uh... uh uh uh..." The mechanical voice sounded from the throats of these people, the pure black eyes, like a bottomless abyss. Immediately afterwards, Pazi...The lights flashed, and hundreds of thousands of dark reflective eyes were imprinted in the eyes, as if the wolves on the grassland had bitten their throats!

In the darkness, they opened their mouths wide.

The bigger and bigger, like a giant python choosing someone to eat, you can see the dark teeth inside.

This time, the light did not turn on again.