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Chapter 191: Directly Attacking the Yellow Dragon
The suddenly rising elevator caused me, hanging on the cable, to drop rapidly, while the disappeared elevator rose again.
"Jump!" I shouted loudly at Murong Duoduo.
Murong Duoduo didn't hesitate and quickly let go of the cable, jumping onto the top of the elevator with a thud, and then I jumped down as well.
"You’re hurt!" Murong Duoduo asked anxiously.
Indeed, my right palm had a shocking wound from the cable, and through the wound, I could even see the white bone inside.
But at this moment, I couldn't care less because the rapidly ascending elevator could crush us into meat paste at any moment.
As I saw the top of the elevator shaft getting closer, I hurriedly took off my shoes. After standing up, I stuffed my shoes into the gears.
Creak!
With a piercing sound, the elevator finally stopped. However, due to inertia, I slammed my face against the pulley above and was instantly hurt badly.
"Are you okay?" Murong Duoduo asked anxiously.
"I won't die," I rubbed my forehead and looked at my bloody right hand. Just then, the elevator shook again. I raised my head and shone my flashlight upward; my sneaker was tightly caught in the gears, with only a heel still visible.
"We need to get out of here quickly," I said after glancing at the iron door beside us.
Above each elevator shaft, there is a door primarily used by staff for maintenance. It is usually locked, making it difficult to get out.
"I have two plans. The first is to have Captain Wang send someone up from the stairs to open the door!" I said. "The second plan is to break down the door."
"Break it down!" Murong Duoduo looked at my right hand with concern and then glanced at my injured forehead.
This is an iron door, and ordinary tools can't break it open. Fortunately, I have a Frying Pan with me.
The Frying Pan used by chefs is relatively heavy; if it's too thin, it can easily burn the food before you have time to react. Therefore, most professional chefs' Frying Pans are reinforced.
Here, we need to apply a common principle known as the Demon Rule.
"Do you have a pen?" I asked Murong Duoduo.
Murong Duoduo shook her head and rummaged through her handbag for a while before pulling out a Lipstick. It seems that every woman likes to dress up; even Murong Duoduo, who usually goes without makeup, has the habit of carrying Lipstick. Even though we are here to catch ghosts, she didn't forget to bring her Lipstick.
I used the Lipstick to draw a nightmare face on the Iron Gate, then took out a three-inch nail and removed the Frying Pan.
The three-inch nail is usually used to pin down physical Demons or ghosts, such as when a ghost possesses someone and cannot be removed, or for Zombies and other supernatural beings. At this moment, I regarded it merely as an ordinary nail.
I made holes for the demon's two horns, two eyes, mouth, two nostrils, and two Ears using the Frying Pan and the three-inch nail until I broke through the door. Then I picked up the Frying Pan and smashed it against the Iron Gate.
The Demon Rule applies to any confined space; whether it's a load-bearing wall or a brick wall, it's very practical. Depending on the size of the tool in hand, you can appropriately increase the size of the demon image to adjust the size of the breakthrough.
Right now, I only have one Frying Pan, so the hole created can only fit one person through.
"Go ahead," I urged Murong Duoduo to go first.
Murong Duoduo nodded, looked at the hole in the middle of the door, then bent down and extended her head out. At that moment, the Elevator shifted slightly again, causing her to let out a scream.
"What are you screaming for? Hurry up and get out," I urged.
"I can't; I'm stuck!" she replied.
I quickly lowered my body to take a look. The hole made by the Demon Rule was shaped like a demon's face. Unfortunately, this wall can only use the Demon Rule once; if used again, it won't work due to uneven pressure.
Murong Duoduo was indeed stuck; her large assets were wedged against the lower jaw of the demon face shape, and no matter how she squeezed, she couldn't get through.
"What do you need those big ones for?" I glanced at my shoe that was almost being pulled away by the rope and quickly pressed my hands against Murong Duoduo's assets, pushing hard outward.
"Hey, Loser, what are you doing!" Murong Duoduo shouted.
"Stop talking!" I had no intention of stopping; instead, I pushed harder.
"Ouch, that hurts!" she continued to cry out. I thought that a little pain was nothing compared to death.
So, after a lot of effort, I finally managed to push her two fleshy parts out, but then her hips got stuck again! It’s said that while this woman looks frail, sometimes the same hole can allow a man to exit, but not necessarily a woman.
I pressed down on her curvy hips and slowly pulled back. Surprisingly, throughout the whole process, I had no other thoughts; I simply wanted to push her out.
After Murong Duoduo squeezed out, I hurriedly turned to follow her. My hands naturally went out first before I crawled through. This is a technique I mastered, and I successfully made it out. At the moment I crawled through, my shoe finally slipped free from the gear, and the elevator began descending again.
This was the rooftop of the International Trade Building. Besides the elevator door, there was also a staircase leading up.
Standing atop the tallest building in the city, one could almost overlook the entire urban landscape—of course, this was under conditions of good visibility.
Now, with the night wind blowing in, all I could see was darkness; there were no night views at all.
"Loser!" Murong Duoduo said while taking out some bandages to wrap my hand.
I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. After she finished wrapping my hand, she even wrapped my head a bit.
I wasn't surprised that she had bandages on her; after all, people from Yin-Yang Master use them as one of their weapons when dealing with ghosts.
"Let's go! Let's meet Chen Xiong." I stood up and walked towards the staircase first.
It wouldn't take long to get from the top floor to the twenty-sixth floor.
I had a feeling that Guo Yongjia's purpose for coming here was likely not just to collect ghosts. You see, collecting ghosts definitely requires some magical tools. Even though I can perform paper techniques, it would be impossible for me to create a Paper Figurine and attach my soul to it for ghost collection; that would be very inconvenient since many magical tools couldn't be used that way. Moreover, a Paper Figurine with a living soul has limited combat capability and poses significant risks.
Guo Yongjia couldn't have created a Paper Figurine in such a short time just to scare Murong Duoduo in the elevator. It's very likely that he appeared before us in the form of a Paper Figurine from the beginning; it was just nighttime then, and I hadn't really looked at his face closely enough to notice.
If that's true, then everything makes sense. When Guo Yongjia arrived, he was indeed in the form of a Paper Figurine. After entering the elevator and it stopped, he quickly left the Paper Figurine form at the moment the lights went out and exited in spirit form. That way, there would be no danger at all.
However, if he only let his soul come here, how could he collect ghosts? Or rather, was he not here to collect ghosts at all? What was he here for?
At that moment, I didn't have time to think too much because I had already reached the twenty-sixth floor.
The twenty-sixth floor was dimly lit, with some glass walls dividing the entire floor into countless sections. The light from my flashlight hit the glass walls and quickly turned into diffuse light, stretching the shadows of me and Murong Duoduo infinitely on the glass walls.
"Why don't we go back?" Murong Duoduo suddenly said.
"Go back? How do we go back?" I replied irritably. "Aren't you some Shaosi Ming? Are you scared too?"
I have to say, our shadows were swaying on the glass walls, and there was more than one shadow! Knowing that there were ghosts here and the eerie environment was indeed terrifying.
"Our Yin-Yang Masters primarily do good deeds and generally do not encounter evil spirits. At least I haven't encountered any in my life," Murong Duoduo said timidly.
She was actually right. Although there are many Onmyoji in the human world, their responsibilities differ. Yin-Yang Masters serve more as a bridge between the underworld and the living world; dealing with demons and ghosts is not their specialty.
"If you're so timid, you shouldn't have come," I said while shining my flashlight. The long corridor twisted and turned; it wasn't a straight path. Our shadows kept reflecting on the surrounding glass, making it seem like countless people were walking down the corridor.
"Who’s timid?" Murong Duoduo argued. "I'm just a little cautious!"
I didn't feel like saying much more to her.
Occasionally, we would see some signs on the glass walls, such as: Planning Department, QA Department, Board Room, Engineering Department, etc.
We started searching from one end of the corridor and looked for a long time without seeing a single ghost. This was quite abnormal.
I didn't know how long we had been walking; I just knew it had been quite a while when we arrived at a sign labeled 'Conference Room.' Just as I was about to shine my flashlight inside, Murong Duoduo suddenly let out a shriek.
I couldn't understand why this woman loved to scream so much. After all, she was also a Shaosi Ming of the Yin-Yang Masters; did that title just mean running errands for little ghosts?
"Ghosts! So many ghosts!" Murong Duoduo said with a terrified expression.
At that moment, I hurriedly pointed my flashlight forward, and sure enough, in front of me in the corridor appeared numerous ghosts densely packed together as if they had materialized out of thin air without any warning.
At this moment, I hurriedly shone the flashlight behind me. I didn't know when, but many ghosts had already followed me. When my flashlight illuminated them, they all lowered their heads and stopped.
At this time, both Murong Duoduo and I were surrounded by ghosts. Behind the glass walls on either side, several dark figures slowly stood up. Meanwhile, ghosts began to emerge from both the ceiling and the ground.
In the blink of an eye, countless ghosts surrounded Murong Duoduo and me tightly. They all kept their heads down, slowly advancing toward us.
"What should we do?" Murong Duoduo asked anxiously.
I said coldly, "Don't move!"
Murong Duoduo grasped my arm with one hand. I could feel her body trembling; after all, she was a girl and had never encountered such a scene before. I had faced similar situations during my time in Hell City, but experiencing it again still made my heart race.
"They're coming," Murong Duoduo said nervously.
Indeed, they showed no fear of us, continuously approaching with their heads lowered. Some wore funeral clothes while others were dressed plainly. Ghosts' heads kept popping out from the ceiling and ground, and more appeared on both sides of the glass walls.
Before long, they surrounded us in layers, leaving us with less than one square meter of space. Murong Duoduo's body was almost pressed against mine. At this moment, any slight movement would bring us into contact with the ghosts nearby; whether we moved forward, backward, or sideways made no difference.
"Bold!" Murong Duoduo suddenly found some courage and pulled out a roll of bandage, addressing the surrounding spirits: "I am Shaosi Ming from the Yin-Yang family! You are representatives of the human world! How dare you treat me like this!"
I quickly pressed one hand on hers that held the bandage and covered her mouth with the other hand. Leaning close to her ear, I whispered, "I told you not to move! Moving around at this time is equivalent to courting death!"
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