Chapter 14 Uncle, do you want me?

I find eight strange because people who know their stuff generally don’t use an even number when laying out something. It’s a kind of hidden taboo. It could be seven or nine, but why eight?

Could it be that the person who laid out the layout was someone who had already run wild on the ‘wild path’ and never looked back? Then there would be no taboos?

I frowned and couldn’t figure it out, but I knew in my heart that those ghosts would never lie to me. Not to mention that I promised to help them cross over, they themselves also wanted to get rid of this place.

Otherwise, they would have left long ago in the face of the angry spirits, who were more troublesome than they had imagined, and they would not have to hide in the toilet every day.

As for what that angry spirit is, I already have a pretty good idea. It’s a ‘reinforced version’ of an infant spirit. Infant spirits are basically the most easily obtained angry spirits in modern society.

It is easy to get an infant spirit, and the resentment is very great. What do you use to perform evil magic without an infant spirit?

So, my initial confusion was also answered, that the two “crushable” infant spirits were not real infant spirits at all, but rather the manifestation of their resentment.

Just as when encountering the old village chief’s resentment, there will be a large number of things that take shape from resentment in the fog near the village. Those are not real ghosts, they are just things that take shape from resentment.

That’s all.

However, my inner anxiety lies in the fact that these things can already take the shape of resentment, and can even leave the office building to come to the gatehouse, which means that the confinement is basically no longer effective. I estimate that it will be very troublesome to deal with it, but I don’t know about this matter. Since I have already been deeply involved in it, even if it is not for An Yu’s list, I must go to resolve it, otherwise once it breaks free from the confinement, it will definitely be a scene of rivers of blood.

Even if An Yu’s company moved away, it wouldn’t work, because those who had broken free from the shackles had not been exposed to enough karma, that is, they had not killed enough people to dispel the resentment.

Just as I was thinking, a sound of ‘ding dong’ pulled me back to reality, and before I knew it, I had reached the 7th floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened, a baby face full of resentment appeared in front of me, and then I felt a very faint scratching sensation in my legs. After all, it wasn’t actually being grabbed, it was just an illusion created by the brain, so the scratching sensation was very faint.

So, when I looked down, I saw two bloody babies clutching my legs.

It was really fierce. The resentment had taken on such a form. I sighed and swung the willow whip, and the baby spirits that had been transformed by the resentment dispersed, and I was able to get out of the elevator.

After getting out of the elevator, I stood in front of the corridor. Even though I had seen many big scenes, I couldn’t help but gasp in horror at what I saw.

The babies on the floor were either crying, laughing, or staring at you with hatred. From time to time, there were heart-wrenching sounds that sounded like babies crying or like wild cats in heat. These babies that were born from the hatred were all gloomy and vengeful. Many of them had blood dripping from their bodies. The sight of that blood made people feel a kind of thrilling hatred. After seeing it for a long time, I was afraid that people would also fall into a state of madness and extremism.

Although I am not a Buddhist, I can’t help but feel guilty in my heart.

A living person appeared, and these grievances could not ignore me. They immediately wrapped around me, manifesting as these strange babies rushing towards me. I took out the Three-Pronged Bell and began to shake it.

This time, I couldn’t use such a kind and gentle method to drive them away. In the face of such things as resentment, if you don’t want to get entangled, you can only suppress it!

Therefore, the bell I shook this time was a bell of suppression. The effect of the Three-Purity Bell was limited, but it was enough to suppress them for the time being.

But I have to say that the resentment of these baby spirits is really very special. Those who were suppressed by the resentment of the baby spirits all showed a strange kind of sorrow. They all lay on the ground, looking at you with a pair of eyes that were originally full of resentment, very pitiful, as if they had endless grievances and untold suffering.

Babies are the epitome of innocence, and their eyes are the purest in the world. Even when they are covered in resentment, they still have the power to move people.

I am originally a Taoist, and I should not be affected by these illusions, but my heart could not help but tremble, and even the movement of the rattle in my hand slowed down a bit. As soon as the pressure was relieved, the baby spirits instantly withdrew the look of grievance and pounced on me, forcing me to use the willow whip to drive them away.

It seems that my realm is ultimately much inferior, but there is no way around it. As early as many years ago, when I told my master that I would not let go, I was already destined to be a person who would suffer from emotional tribulations.

This is the situation that makes me hate myself for being a psychic, for being able to see so clearly and experience their emotions so deeply. But to turn such innocent eyes into vengeful eyes, what a great sin the perpetrator has committed.

After the fetus is formed, if possible, do not cut off its hope of life.

If you have no choice, please resolve the matter as soon as possible before it is formed and cannot bear a spirit body.

Along the way, there were countless angry spirits, and the original body I was looking for never appeared.

In this case, I had to stop at a slightly quieter place and use the method of distracting two tasks at once. I started to use my hands to calculate while shaking the three clear bells.

I wasn’t telling fortunes, but rather using a method of divination based on geomancy. It was very complicated to explain in detail, because the five elements, heavenly stems, earthly branches, flying stars, the river chart, the eight trigrams, and even the twenty-four mountains and houses all had to be expressed on one hand. It was a very complicated compound algorithm. Ordinary Taoist priests would use a compass to replace this hand calculation, which would save a lot of time and effort.

I have no choice. I can’t find the source using simple methods, so I can only stand here and use this method to determine the location of several evil positions.

No matter how obscure it is, the source is always in the unlucky position. No one would put ghosts or anything in the lucky position. That would be a mutual consumption.

In fact, I can also use my third eye to determine the flow of qi, but unfortunately, that kind of third eye requires an altar and the stepping on of the five steps of the qi to be able to clearly see the flow of qi, which is obviously not practical.

And my personal heavenly eye is not yet sophisticated enough to distinguish between qi.

It took me ten minutes to determine the feng shui of the place, and I was able to get rid of the entanglement of several angry spirits. I walked towards one of the evil positions without hesitation.

The first bad position was not there, but there was more resentment than in the rest of the place.

The second bad position was the same…

There are only four bad positions on this floor. Could it be that I was going in the wrong direction? Which wild method doesn’t follow this rule and plays completely outside the rules?

I wasn’t sure, but I went to the third bad spot anyway.

This time it was a storage room similar to a cleaning tool. As soon as I walked in, I knew I was in the right place because there were almost no angry spirits here. After I used the willow whip to drive them away, the place was exceptionally clean.

I gently pushed open the door to the storage room, and instead of a bloody baby rushing at me as I had imagined, I saw a figure wearing ordinary baby clothes, sitting on the ground with its back to me, crying softly.

The back was even a little cute. If an ordinary person saw it, they might feel sympathy and pity and rush over to hug it.

But anyone who is a little alert will think about how a baby can sit steadily on the ground and then cry so plaintively and adult-like.

This scene made me feel a little sad. What made me sad was the baby clothes it was wearing. I said that if you have no memory of a ghost before it died, then the image you see of it must be the one it wants you to see.

Wearing baby clothes is actually a very simple expression of its desire to be born and to enjoy the love of its parents in this way. How can this not be sad?

I walked into it, and it stopped crying at the same time.

It didn’t turn around, but spoke to me in a soft, childlike voice, but definitely not a child’s voice: “Mommy and Daddy don’t want me anymore. Uncle, do you want me?”