At midnight, the Shaoshi Mansion.

Han Yu's plausible "recruitment ceremony" has reached its climax.

From the beginning to now, the mantras that Lord Han chanted were becoming more and more complicated. From the beginning, he called Taishang Laojun and gradually turned to looking for the Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, and the Dragon King, Zhu Bajie, and even Huang Daxian all tried to recite them.

In the process, in addition to keeping his hands together, he also deliberately rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if he could see ghosts and gods more easily if he was in such a trance like a great god.

In this way, after another half of the moment, the room... changed really.

In the "trance", Han Yu saw in his after-light light that the candlelight around him began to change color, gradually turning from bright yellow to light green, and then turning into a faint blue.

Not only did the color change, the halo of the candlelight was also spreading, expanding, until Han Yu's sight was covered with a blue light.

At this time, he also felt: when the diffuse light enveloped his body, there was no warmth of fire, but instead... it brought coldness.

"Is this done?" Han Yu said silently in his heart, thinking that it should be almost done, so he suddenly opened his eyes wide, stopped chanting the spell, and looked up at the surroundings.

This time he was shocked by the sight.

"Ah?" Han Yu looked at it carefully and found that he was no longer in the study room, but was kneeling in a strange room.

The room is octagonal, the walls are made of white stone, and the beams, columns, floors and ceilings are all made of wooden; there are no doors and windows in the room, but there is a staircase in the middle that can be reached up; the light sources in the room all come from several candlesticks beside the wall, and the candlesticks are burning on them, which emit blue flames.

"Is there anyone?" After a brief silence, Han Yu, who had recovered a little calmly, asked in a trembling and not very high voice.

As a result, his voice aroused a burst of echoes in this strange environment, and most of the sounds climbed upwards through the stairs in the middle of the room.

Judging from this echo, the space where Han Yu is located seems to be an octagonal "tower", and you can go all the way to the top of the tower through the stairs in the middle.

"Is there anyone?" Han Yu immediately called him several times.

But every time he could only hear his own echoes, and no one, or anything else, responded to him.

Seeing this, Han Yu hesitated for a while, and finally he mustered up the courage to take the stairs up and explore.

After making up his mind, Han Yu walked to the wall and tried to take a candle from the candlestick and hold it in his hand to illuminate it. After all, he didn't know if there were lights on the upper layer.

"Hiss-ah!" The moment he pinched the candle, Han Yu grinned and instinctively retracted his hand.

It turned out that it was the candle body of the candle, which felt as cold as ice when it touched.

Of course, for Han Yu now, this level of "strange thing" is not enough to make him amazed for too long. After a few seconds, he just rubbed his hands, then shook his sleeves, and picked up the candle with his hands again through the fabric on the sleeves.

Although the fingers still feel cold, they are tolerated.

After getting something that could be illuminated, Han Yu held the candle in front of him with his right hand and turned around and walked upstairs.

Here we have to mention that walking with a candle is a bit different from walking with a lantern: because the candle is not protected by a lampshade, when people walk with a candle, they have to use two hands, that is, one hand holds the candle, and the other hand acts as a barrier to protect the candle fire. Otherwise, you will walk a little faster, or by chance encountering a gust of wind, and the candle will be extinguished as soon as it is said.

But the situation of this tower is quite special - it has no doors and windows, and there is not even a trace of wind in the tower.

Therefore, even if Han Yu only held the candle with one hand, it would be fine.

Lord Han also thought about it and could use this to let the left and right hands take turns to hold candles across the sleeves to prevent one hand from holding the fingers from being frozen when held for too long.

Yi-yi-yi-yi-

Soon, Han Yu walked on the wooden staircase that was probably whirling due to slight decay and arrived at the second floor of the octagonal tower.

His head was just higher than the second floor, and he saw... there were more than one person on this floor.

But there were five or six figures on this floor, standing or kneeling, gathering in a corner away from the stairs, and there were still a bunch of things in front of them.

Although Han Yu was scared, he could only step forward with a tough bullet and see what those people were doing.

Step by step, step by step...

Han Yu slowly walked closer with a candle. As soon as he walked closer, he could see clearly that the five or six people were all wearing mourning clothes, as if they were doing funerals, but the pile of things in front of them were neither coffins nor tables, but a pile of bottles and jars.

The bottle has a small mouth and a large mouth; he can't see anything in the bottle, but the one in the jar can see... it's rice.

Although Han Yu didn't understand it very well, as an outsider, he could also see that the bottles and jars were placed on the ground, not randomly or randomly, but were deliberately arranged into some kind of "formula".

Just as Han Yu was hesitating whether to take the initiative to say hello to these people...

Dong--

Suddenly, a light sound came from his feet.

Han Yu looked down and found that he had accidentally kicked a bottle on the ground. What flowed out of the bottle was a liquid that was nearly transparent. Unfortunately, because the lights in the room were blue at this time, it made it difficult for him to judge whether the liquid itself also had some color.

The next second, when the bottle fell down, the five or six mourning people were almost stunned at the same time. Then, one of them, the one closest to Han Yu, slowly turned his head.

That was a woman, a very young and beautiful woman.

Han Yu felt that she seemed familiar, but he could not remember who this woman was, where she was, and when she had seen her.

"You are..." Han Yu spoke, wanting to ask the other party.

But before he could say a word, the woman leaned over silently, picked up another bottle on the ground, and handed it to him.

Han Yu didn't know what this meant, but he still took the bottle.

The liquid in the bottle was still there. Han Yu put it under his nose and smelled it. He suddenly felt a smell of oil hit his forehead.

"There is oil in the bottle, and the rice in the jar...what does it mean?" Han Yu was puzzled, and looked at the woman with a questioning expression on his face.

But the woman suddenly started to cry and raised her hand to make a "drink" action.

"You want me to drink this oil?" Han Yu became even more confused.

Although the poor were less oily back then, oil and water were indeed good things like him that only rich and powerful people could enjoy freely, but I have never heard of anyone who drank it like this directly?

I thought so, but Han Yu's hand unconsciously took the small bottle of oil in front of his mouth.

At this moment, he smelled the bottle again.

And this time, besides the extremely strong oily fragrance, he seemed to have smelled some other scent...

It was a stinking smell, a rotten stench, which was covered by a stronger oil fragrance, which made him not smell it for the first time.

"Ah!" Finally, Han Yu thought of something, so he quickly threw the bottle and took a few steps back.

The woman who was crying looked at him, still expressionless, but at this moment, her white face seemed to gradually become terrifying under the blue light.

Then, the other people wearing mourning clothes turned their heads and looked at Han Yu together.

They are all women, both young and beautiful.

Han Yu felt that each of them seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember any of them, nor did he know who they were.

The more they look at their faces, the more terrifying they become.

"No...no..." Han Yu didn't know what he was rejecting, but he kept muttering the word "no", retreated all the way back to the stairs, and stumbled toward the third floor of the tower.

The third floor.

A lot of clothes were hung on this beam.

The clothes are all of the best fabrics and the best workmanship; they are spread out and hung up, like people floating in the air with their arms spread out.

There was also a fire on one side of this layer. Han Yu looked at it and found that there were two people burning clothes there.

These two men did not wear mourning clothes, but simply didn't wear anything, they were naked, and they didn't even have shorts... It's a pity that both of them are men.

Moreover, these two people were covered with scars, and their skin could be seen everywhere, as well as fatal lacerations that looked like they were stitched. They could be said to have no good meat.

But even so, their actions seemed to be unaffected: one was slowly collecting the clothes, and the other threw the clothes they had collected into a large brazier.

The fire in the brazier is quite small, but there is no smoke and does not emit heat. There is only a chill where the blue light shines.

At this time, Han Yu was already scared and was a little bit full of soldiers. He did not dare to contact these two people rashly anymore, but he did not turn his head and walk away directly, so he just stood foolishly and observed the two people from afar.

Han Yu looked at it not long after, suddenly, the brazier-looking man turned around and looked back at him.

That face was also familiar, and it was different from the second floor. This time, Han Yu took a few seconds to recognize the other party - it was Ma Er!

"You... aren't you already..." Han Yu murmured.

Just when his word "death" was about to be expressed.

Another person, the one who was responsible for "collecting clothes", suddenly appeared beside Han Yu.

"Mr., the student has been waiting here for a long time..." This person was naturally in a mysterious voice. As he said, he was about to put on Han Yu a piece of clothing, "You can put it on quickly, this is reserved for you..."

Han Yu was almost frightened to death when he saw the other party's face and the well-made shroud held in his hand by Ma Xuansheng.

But he still held on...

After a breath, Han Yu pushed Ma Xuansheng away, without saying a word, turned around and ran up the stairs again.

When he arrived at the fourth floor, he quickly turned around and looked down to see if there was any "people" catching up with him.

But looking down from the fourth floor, even with the candlelight, you can only see a darkness like an abyss.

"Eh?" At this time, Han Yu discovered another situation - at some point, his right hand holding a candle through his sleeve could no longer be loosened.

Because he had been paying close attention to other places with great nervousness before and had completely forgotten to change the candle, he realized it only then that his palms were frozen and stuck with the cloth in his sleeves and the candle body of the candle. His entire palm was frozen to the point of purple and black, and he had no sense of consciousness.

But then again, compared to other things happening here, frostbite is nothing to Korean.

Also talk about this fourth floor.

Here is the top floor of the tower, and there is no passage for continuing upwards until the stairs.

And this is also an exception in itself.

According to ancient concepts, the number of days is odd, the number of ground is even, the number of odd is yang, the even number is yin, the sky covers the earth, and the yin and yang are balanced... This is the rules that must be followed in architecture, especially certain specific buildings.

So you can see that buildings like "Tao" have mostly odd floors, while sides and corners on the floor plan are mostly even.

This is the rule. If you break this rule, it will be abnormal.

For example, the tower has eight corners at the moment, which is fine, but the number of layers is also even... This is wrong; this is a broken pattern and breaks the positive number.

In general, there is no such priority in residential buildings, but "pagoda" has a certain meaning in Taoism and Buddhism. It is logical that it will not "take the yin number up". There are only things like "eight major hells", "ten halls of hells", and "eighteen-level hells" often take the yin number.

Of course, Han Yu didn't understand this very much, and he didn't have the time to care about it.

At this moment, Han Yu's attention had already been placed on another person in this level besides him.

This man was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a face of about forty, but he was thin, with stingy eyebrows, a rat-eyed and narrow cheeks, and had no fairy-like temperament at all. On the contrary, it made people feel a bit vulgar and evil.

"Mr. Han, you're here." The voice of the gray-robed Taoist priest also matched his appearance, which was a voice and tone that sounded very evil.

"Where am I...who are you?" Han Yu asked.

"Hmph." The gray-robed Taoist priest snorted coldly, "Mr. Han has done all his life. When he is desperate, he asks gods to worship ghosts... Just worship them. Why do you feel scared and confused when the ghosts and gods really come to you?... You still have to ask these meaningless things?"

When Han Yu heard this, a ruthless spirit that emerged from the depths of fear suddenly rose up, and his expression was also lingering: "Okay, then I'll ask... how does this great immortal want to help me?"

"Help you? Hey..." The gray-robed Taoist priest smiled, "Who said I want to help you?"

"What?" Han Yu said, "Aren't you just admitting that you are the ghost and god I 'invite'?"

"Yes." The Taoist priest of gray robe asked, "But when I come, do you have to help you? I can't... want to play with you first, and then swallow the karma and cause and effect on your back, and have a full meal?"

"You..." Han Yu felt his blood was cold when he heard this.

However, this is reality.

Where can there be so many "equivalent exchanges" in this world? When pure malice comes, you are fish on the chopping table, and the evil party will still negotiate with you?

Not to mention, Lord Han still attracted these "things" himself.

"Then... Han doesn't need your help. Please let me go back, I...ah!" When Han Yu said this, he wanted to run down the stairs.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt like he stepped on the air and was spinning.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had been hung upside down and the entire building was in a situation of upside down.

The gray-robed Taoist priest gradually changed at this time. In Han Yu's frightened gaze, he turned into a huge gray mouse, attached to the "ceiling".
Chapter completed!