Tomb is yin and house is yang 17 sections, rotting flesh (medium) or seeking collection seeking votes name 3G network premiere

  I saw Gaoni sitting in the car, her hands constantly grasping at the hem of her clothes, frowning and looking up. The deputy captain was smoking one cigarette after another, and on such a clear morning, this neighborhood was eerily quiet to the point of being terrifying. On Sunday morning, there were no crowds doing morning exercises, no commuters walking to work, not even the sound of children making noise, all of which was extremely unreasonable.

  I leaned in to listen, but there was no sound for a long time. The red thread in my hand had stopped spinning, but I still didn't see Ye Yi's figure at the door. I tried calling out: "Ye Yi!"

  Empty and hollow, only echoes remain, repeating my words.

  It's been half an hour since Ye went up, even if he was crawling, he should have crawled back by now.

  But he still didn't make a move. We were all getting restless, and I glanced at the half bag of chicken feed left in the trunk. I gritted my teeth and said to Deputy Captain Wang, "Wang, help me out."

  The deputy captain jumped out of his vehicle and ran over to me, saying: "What's wrong?"

  "I said: 'Help me apply some chicken dung, I'm going up to find Ye Yi.'"

  "Let's wait a bit longer, maybe it's nothing."

  "I said: 'Nothing's wrong, he'll be down soon. Half an hour of crawling and he'll come out. No way, I'm going up to find him.'"

  Gao Ni'er ran over and said: "Yang Guang brother, I'm going up too."

  I said, "What are you doing up there? Wait here. If I don't come down in half an hour, go find your grandfather." I said this also as a last layer of insurance. In my mind, apart from Ye Yi having skills, there was also Mr. Taiyi, but I couldn't contact him at all. And then there was Old Gao from the funeral home, this old man must be someone with skills. Otherwise, Ye Yi wouldn't buy anything without finding him first. So, for now, the things I can decide on are only these. I patted my chest and touched my perfume pouch, this is my greatest guarantee. I believe that if I encounter a life-threatening danger, at least the Wealth God will come to save me. This is enough.

  Because I was worried about Ye Yi, I didn't even find chicken manure disgusting. Although the stuff is very sticky and greasy when applied to the skin, it feels so disgusting, and there's a strong smell that hits my nose. I took off my shirt and let the deputy captain apply the chicken manure evenly on my back. When I turned around to look at his expression, I saw that he was surprisingly nonchalant.

  After everything was settled, I didn't dare to touch the red rope that Ye Yi had, so I called over the deputy captain and said: "This red rope is our last resort. If we really encounter a ghost hitting the wall, or even something more advanced, this rope will be our only chance. Captain Wang, you absolutely cannot let go. Do you understand?"

  The deputy captain nodded seriously and said, "Don't worry."

  I cut off the red rope I was holding and handed it to the deputy captain. This one is Ye Yi's, my own rope was pulled out again, and the thread axis was placed in the deputy captain's palm. Then took a deep breath. Walked into the corridor with big strides.

  The last time I entered the neighborhood was after someone had died, so at that time the feeling wasn't particularly strong, to the point where it could be ignored. However, this time when I took my first step through the gate, I knew there was a problem - the red rope from when Ye came in... was gone!

  The sachet around my neck became heavy, as if someone had grabbed it and wanted to tear it off. The red cord was like a steel chain, very heavy, pressing down on me, making every step difficult. This is absolutely a test of physical strength, each step not only physically heavy but also mentally and virtually heavy, feeling like carrying a thousand pounds.

  I'm not sure if it's an illusion or what kind of feeling. The red thread in my hand seems to be shrinking back with effort. No, it's shrinking! As if it had a life of its own, retreating with fear. It's giving me some kind of feeling, but at this point I don't have the luxury to think too much. Ye Yi is still unclear whether he's alive or dead above, and I'm starting to regret my rash decision to come in. I should have brought that Five Flower General Chicken, but Ye Yi didn't bring it, which means bringing it would probably be even more trouble.

  We need to verify that the family lives on the 11th floor. I grasped the red thread in my hand, and for some reason, it felt very sturdy, not at all like the fragile thing I had easily snapped earlier. I wrapped it tightly around my wrist twice, afraid that the illusion of recoil would cause me to subconsciously drop the thread. Because when I turned back, I only then truly understood why. When I looked back, what was in front of my eyes was no longer a neat and bright staircase, but had become a chaotic mess, with only a red glow following behind me.

  The fear in my heart was greater than the pressure brought by the surroundings, forcing me to shout loudly: "Ye Yi! Ye Yi!" But no one answered me. I slapped my own head hard, I can use my phone! However, I immediately gave up this childish idea. As I had asserted before, whenever such a supernatural thing happens, mobile phones and watches will definitely be out of order. I took it out to take a look, and as expected, the phone had no signal again.

  In front of me is a bright and spacious staircase, shining brightly. Behind me is a vast expanse of darkness, I am the dividing line in between. Separating light and darkness neatly. Darkness is devouring the path behind me, this world is freaking crazy! I spat out a mouthful of saliva, a pungent smell rushed back into my mouth again. Damn chicken shit!

  All the way, nothing was encountered, only the blackness behind me kept devouring the road I returned. From the moment I entered the ninth floor, a sachet that had not been strongly reflective began to emit a faintly scorching breath, repeatedly combing through the pressure around me. When I reached the 10th floor, a smell like meat that had been refrigerated for a long time in an air-tight container wafted down from upstairs. It was a low-temperature rotting smell. Before, Ye and I calculated the time, if everything was true, then no matter whether we chose the recent one or the previous one, the occupied body should have been unable to maintain its freshness, and the stench would be very heavy. Someone here will ask me, didn't those police discover it when they investigated?

  I can only say that you didn't recall the discussion about Cheung Shan when Yiy and I returned from Lung Fu Shan. You can go check out the part about Gui Da Qiang. I believe that if all this is true, then whether it's the police or ordinary people who come up here, they will also be affected by the magnetic interference in this place, which will disrupt their normal senses. In fact, Yiy and I have reason to believe that not only the floor but even the entire estate is a huge, strange and supernatural magnetic field that has altered our sense of smell, vision and so on.

  It wasn't until the so-called first murder case appeared later that, due to control issues or whatever issues, the final concealment capability of this formation was insufficient, resulting in a leak.

  【In the hospital】When someone dies in a hospital, medical staff will package the body, but when packaging, they absolutely cannot call out another person's name. Because after a person dies, various bodily functions such as limbs and organs slowly come to a stop, with hearing being the last to cease. If the deceased has an unfulfilled wish, it is possible that they may remember the name they heard and ask that person to fulfill their wish...

  It's been so many days and no one has collected it yet... Waaaah, I'm feeling very sad and indignant. Why hasn't anyone collected it? It's so pitiful, so innocent, so tragic... Thank you, thank you.