Qingye Supernatural Office

The camera shakes violently, and all that can be seen are the turned corpses and an abnormally long pale arm.The arm bent wantonly and swam like a snake.The screen retreated again and again, except for the sound of the corpse turning, there were more exclamations and screams.

Immediately afterwards, a clear female voice overwhelmed these noises. It could be called an ethereal and melodious voice, but it had a deafening and wonderful effect, as if it was the rumble of many monks chanting together in a large temple.

The arm in the picture froze in place, shrinking back in panic.During that process, the pale skin on the arm fell off piece by piece like the paint on the old wall.There is always a limit to the length of the arm.A misshapen hand appears at the end of the arm, flying from the upper left corner of the frame into the right half.The palm of that hand was small, and the fingers were very long, like a mechanical hand. Instead of three knuckles, there were five or six knuckles, and each knuckle was as long as a finger of a normal person.Nails are black and shaped like needles.The hands were as pale as the arms, with no trace of blood visible, and no palm prints on the palms.There was a piece of yellow talisman paper pasted there, so yellow that it was dazzling, as if it had been sprinkled with gold powder.

When the arms and hands were completely retracted into the pile of corpses, there were many white paper-like skin fragments on the corpses on the ground.

"Just now...just now..." Geng Qian's voice came from outside the screen, trembling in shock.

Another girl screamed suddenly, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

"It's that..." The old man asked again in a hoarse voice, "What should we do now?"

Wu Ling's tone was the calmest one, and her voice was no different from before, "It's a bit troublesome. Do you have a fire here?"

The old man replied, "There are firewood and firewood in the backyard, and some oil for cooking."

"Go and get it." Wu Ling ordered.

"I, I'll go too...I..." Geng Qian stammered.

No one answered the words, but the footsteps that sounded afterwards were not alone, and the "slapping" sound of bare feet stepping on the floor tiles was obvious.

The camera is focused on the pile of corpses, searching around, and zooming in on the camera from time to time.The terrifying appearance of those corpses suddenly magnified, a little frightening, but after a few times, the impact weakened.

At this time, the old man and Geng Qian also came back.

Wu Ling turned the camera to the door.

The two came out from the door at the end of the corridor.The old man held firewood in his hand, and Geng Qian held a bucket and a fire bag in his hand.The barrel was half old and not new, and the surface was as dusty as the furniture outside.Geng Qian held the bucket in one hand and the fire folder in the other, and blew as she walked.

Huozhezi is cylindrical, similar to a cigar, but smaller than a cigar.Geng Qian blew it a few times. I don't know if it's a skill problem, or the thing has been left for a long time, and the sparks always disappear in a flash.

The old man held the firewood and didn't pay attention to it for a while.

The camera was aimed at Geng Qian, and suddenly zoomed in, zooming in on Geng Qian's face to the entire frame.

The DV has very high pixels, and in this case, every subtle change on Geng Qian's face has been recorded.She was blowing the torch, but her eyeballs were rolling in their sockets, extremely restless, and she glanced at the camera from time to time, probably observing Wu Ling.

The camera suddenly zoomed out again, no longer close-ups of Geng Qian.

Geng Qian is very close to Wu Ling now.She walked in a hurry, with bare feet, slipped on the clotted blood on the ground, and suddenly rushed forward, "Ouch", and threw the bucket in her hand, and the light yellow oil spilled out, flooding the air. the entire screen.

With a quick swipe, the camera pointed at the ground, and a hand appeared on the screen. The hand was clenched into a fist and lifted upwards, breaking through the layer of oil.In the picture, oil was splashed on Wu Ling's body, and the camera flicked quickly to return to its original position.The fist was stretched out, and the palm was aimed at Geng Qian's face.

Geng Qian, who was rushing forward, raised her other hand at this time, and the fire pocket in her hand had already ignited a scarlet flame, and she stabbed it like a sword.Her expression was ferocious, and a black air covered her face like a mask.The hideous expression turned into panic in the next second.

Wu Ling's hand pressed Geng Qian's face, and Geng Qian uttered an earth-shattering scream.

dong dong dong...

All the firewood in the old man's hands fell.He looked at the scene in front of him in bewilderment.That sluggish face and Geng Qian's distorted face appeared in the picture one after the other.

Wu Ling withdrew his hand.Geng Qian rolled on the ground in pain, holding her face and howling non-stop.

The camera drooped and aimed at Geng Qian.

"What... what's going on?" the old man murmured.

He should have gone through a lot of wind and waves, but seeing this scene, he still couldn't recover.

"Possessed. That woman has already possessed her. There was no chance to get close to her before, but now I finally have it." Wu Ling's tone was as flat as water, as if he had done something trivial.

"The hand just now..."

"It's just a small trick." Wu Ling still didn't think so.

Black smoke rose from Geng Qian's fingers, as if her face was burning.She barked non-stop, her voice was hoarse, and gradually, the struggle lessened, and her barking became weaker.

When Geng Qian was completely motionless, Wu Ling squatted down and pulled away Geng Qian's hand covering her face with one hand.

It was no longer Geng Qian's face, but a strange woman, her face was full of resentment, her eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and her pupils were abnormal gray.Because of that expression, her facial features can't be said to be good-looking or ugly, but that face makes people feel chills down the spine just by looking at it.

"It's Mrs. Yang." The old man said, with a complicated tone, "Why... this has never happened before."

"It's nothing strange. Before, you all thought about surviving on your own, right? And you, you are determined. This girl is different. She has a crush who is currently being protected by us. If this matter is not resolved, he may come in at any time. "Wu Ling stood up, and the camera zoomed out, so there was no need to take close-ups of Yang's face.

The old man sighed, and changed his expectant tone again, "Then she is dead now, can we go out?"

The camera pans to the room where the corpse is placed.

"The key to this different space is not Yang himself."

The camera moved with Wu Ling and entered the room.

"These corpses still need to be cleaned up." Wu Ling said, then turned around again, and the camera pointed at the old man who followed to the door, "Let's set fire to the corpses."

The old man went to get the firewood, reminded him that the oil was gone, and went to pick up the firewood to start a fire.In this regard, Wu Ling probably couldn't help at all, so he dragged the corpse of Yang's or Geng Qian's into the room, and threw it into the pile of corpses.The old man started the fire, but it didn't burn very well.The two had to wait.

The flames gradually devoured the piles of corpses, covering Yang's venomous face.

After the body burned, the fire jumped and became more vigorous.There was a touch of dark green in the red and yellow flames, like will-o'-the-wisps.

"Is that okay?" the old man asked anxiously.

"No problem." Wu Ling was very calm.

The flame continued to burn, and the dark green color slowly receded, and the color of the flame returned to normal, but the corpse in the flame melted unnaturally, turning into a puddle of viscous liquid, which condensed together, and the intensity of the fire also decreased. But it continued, burning quietly.