Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 283 Gate 444
“This elevator building isn’t as scary as you say,” Mo Li said, standing at the edge of the plaza, looking up at the dark building in the distance with curiosity.

Under the cover of night, the elevator building stands tall and majestic, like a crane among chickens in Moonlight City, where most buildings are low and no more than ten stories high.

From a distance, the dark building looked like a giant wall stretching across the darkness.

It also resembles a majestic, dark mountain amidst the city lights.

Ran Qing said, "There is indeed no evil aura tonight. It seems to be because of the Dharma assembly?"

Ran Qing took out the masks and gave one to Mo Li and Zong Shu.

The three of them put on human skin masks.

The human skin mask, which was dry and hard last night, has become soft and elastic after being hung in the yin altar of the spirit medium overnight and soaked in yin energy, just like fresh human skin.

It felt incredibly cold when I poked it with my finger.

Ran Qing took a deep breath and put on the human skin mask.

An intensely cold chill instantly traveled from her facial skin to her brain, as if a block of ice had covered her face, making Ran Qing shiver involuntarily.

As the cold human skin mask covered Ran Qing's body, Ran Qing clearly felt her face twitching, as if many small hands were kneading her face.

That icy chill even spread to Ran Qing's body.

His body gradually became hunched over, and his back became very stooped.

Reflected in the bronze mirror, Ran Qing appeared as a hunched-over, gloomy-faced middle-aged man with a long goatee.

Meanwhile, Long Zongshu's body swelled up like an inflating balloon, turning into a fat man with a large belly and a face full of fat. Coupled with Long Zongshu's height of over 1.8 meters, looking up at him up close was incredibly intimidating.

Mo Li's physique hadn't changed much, but her skin had become rough, her face tired, her eyes dull, and her hair dry and messy. She was a rural woman whose edges had been worn down by life, and who had become numb and listless.

Seeing the changes in himself, Long Zongshu asked curiously, "This mask can grow flesh? How is that possible?"

He really learned something new.

Not only did his face change drastically, but his body shape also changed, and even his voice changed... How did he manage to do that?
The key is that the images are so lifelike... Are there really three such people in the world?

Long Zongshu asked curiously.

The middle-aged man with a sinister expression glanced at him but said nothing.

Mo Li chuckled softly, "It's best not to ask that question..."

As the daughter of a spirit medium, she clearly knew the ins and outs of it.

Those who walk the path of the dead deal with evil spirits and demons, so they naturally don't possess advanced unorthodox skills like disguise or face-changing.

However, there are many ways to use ghosts to exorcise them.

The so-called human skin mask is actually made by finding the wandering soul of a violently deceased person who harbors deep resentment but cannot become a vengeful ghost, and then refining it into the skin of a witch.

At this moment, Ran Qing and the others actually appeared as three dead people.

In a sense, it means being possessed by a ghost.

Mo Li looked at the elevator building in the distance and said, "Shall we go in now? It's almost eight o'clock..."

Mo Li reminded him of the time.

Little Cotton cannot wear a human skin mask, but it is even easier for spirit mediums who have undergone mutilation to disguise themselves.

At this point, Little Cotton was no longer the big yellow dog, but a foreign hunting dog with shiny black skin, blood-red eyes, and a fierce and brutal appearance.

This time, all three of them, plus Xiaomianhua, will be attending the Dharma assembly together.

Ran Qing is good at dealing with evil spirits, Zong Shu specializes in mountain demons and monsters, and Mo Li is confident that he can handle living people. The three of them are indispensable.

If they get lost inside, Little Cotton, as a spirit medium, is an important landmark for them and can help them find their way.

However, this superfluous fox... Mo Li looked at the fox perched on Ran Qing's shoulder. This fox was listless; staying at the spirit medium's altar for too long was torture for it.

The mental pressure from those evil lords kept the fox in a constant state of fear, leaving it weak, listless, and in extremely poor condition.

However, Ran Qing and the others didn't expect the fox to do anything.

Of all the foxes in Old Wang Mountain's den, the most formidable is undoubtedly the old fox. But since the old fox didn't come himself, only sending a junior, is he perhaps afraid of dying?

Although this fox named Lao Liu is not young, its voice is hoarse and aged, and it claims to be twenty years old, making it an old man.

Ran Qing shook her head, trying to clear her mind of these chaotic thoughts.

He looked at the elevator building in front of him with a gloomy face and said, "Let's go in and check the situation first."

There were still a dozen minutes until eight o'clock, but Ran Qing wanted to check the situation inside the elevator building.

It looks completely different from the outside; I wonder if there have been any changes inside as well.

The three people and the dog walked to the main entrance behind the elevator building. Under the dim streetlights, women dressed in revealing clothes and dressed in a seductive manner were scattered under the streetlights.

They curiously observed the strange group of Ran Qing and her two companions, but this time no one came up to ask "the people".

The chickens downstairs from the elevator were clucking just the same as before, unchanged.

Despite living in the most terrifying and eerie building in Yue Zhao, they remained oblivious to the dangers lurking within.

Ran Qing and the other two, in this strange group, led Xiao Mianhua into the elevator.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap perfume, mixed with the strange odor of secondhand cigarettes.

People who frequent elevator buildings clearly lack manners.

As the elevator car slowly ascended, it finally stopped on the fourth floor.

Ding--

The crisp notification sound of the floor being reached echoed in the empty corridor.

In the dimly lit corridor, the alarming green fluorescent light of the emergency exit illuminated the passageway.

The three of them stepped out of the elevator, and their footsteps turned on the motion-activated lights in the corridor.

The long, empty corridor offered a clear view of the situation on both sides.

The corridor, filled with a somber atmosphere, stretched as far as the eye could see. On either side of the corridor were rows of tightly closed iron doors, each leading to a resident's room.

As the three passed one of the metal gates, the garbage bags piled up at the entrance emitted a foul, strange stench of leftover food, as if they hadn't been able to take out the trash for several days.

There was even a sign hanging on a metal gate that read "Little Star Tutoring Class," indicating that someone was actually running a tutoring class there.

No matter how you look at it, this is just an ordinary apartment building.

All the strange and eerie situations that Ran Qing encountered during her last visit have vanished without a trace.

There wasn't even the slightest trace of malevolent or deathly aura in the air, making it completely unlike a mass grave where many people had died.

They easily found the address 444; it was right there in the corridor, on the rusty iron door, with the peeling paint on the number.

“This…” Long Zongshu looked at the door of room 444 in front of him, somewhat bewildered: “Should we knock and go in?”

The journey has been far too smooth, exceeding everyone's expectations.

Mo Li and Long Zongshu had both heard Ran Qing describe how terrifying the elevator building was, and they were filled with vigilance and fear towards this eerie building, so they did a lot of mental preparation before coming.

But as they walked in, nothing unusual happened; the three of them easily reached the gate of number 444...

Ran Qing frowned, and without much thought, pushed open the door to number 444 and went inside.

(End of this chapter)