Chapter 127: Haunted House (Illusory Land)

"Crunchy..."
"Damn..."
"Broken the door...you open...open...!"
From beginning to end, Li Huai opened the door in less than ten seconds, and then walked along the uneven paved road. There are flower pots of different shapes and sizes on both sides of the paved road, mixed. The flowers exude the strong aroma of more than ten broken perfume bottles.
Li Badi noticed that no one had taken care of Goode's garden for a long time.
The ground is covered with rotten petals, muddy, and many species in the flowerpots have disappeared, lest they attract people's attention.
Li Huai was surprised by the condition of this place. An organized person like Goode would definitely arrange his garden so that it looks beautiful and tidy, even if he is not there, he does not look at the scenery. What happened to the gardener?
After another four steps, Li Huai reached the front door, and he got the answer.
There are more than thirty or more fetishes nailed to the door, and some transparent small bottles contain the remnants of God. Know what, a man, tied his face with glue rope.
The mask is upside down, so his mouth can be drawn as eyes, and his forehead can be drawn as a prominent nose, painted in bright red.
"Damn it!"
"Dirty and ugly!"
This was not the first time for Li Huai. Li Huai looked around, looking for some hint that his boss' spirit was nearby.
Li Huai often stayed with the phantom, knowing what tiny signs to look for: the way the shadow moved was a little strange; sometimes it buzzed; sometimes it was the simple silence of nearby animals.
But Li Huai felt nothing in the sunny garden, suggesting that he was accompanied by Goode.
it's a pity. If Li Huai knew that the owner of the House of Sin was witnessing everything, it would have made the previous search and destruction missions more entertaining.
There is no doubt that dry blood ran on the door threshold of the house. It was a thick line, and its source of sacrificial whipping caught the lower part of the door in the throat of death.
Li Huai took out pickiness again and quickly opened two locks.
"Knock, knock," he said, turning his handle.
The door creaked, but did not move. He shook the handle back and forth several times to make sure it was working properly, then put his shoulder on the job, backing it up with his full weight.
When he pressed against the bag of fetishes, there were several smells: incense dust and dead meat. Li Biao held his breath and forced the door open.
Squeaking, and then a loud crack echoing on the walls of the courtyard, he entered the room, walked out of the fetish hallucination, and took a deep breath again.
The air inside is cleaner than the air outside. Yes, it is old, but nothing can immediately cause alarm bells.
Li Badi stopped for a moment. The phone in his pocket rang. He replied.
"Impressive. Whenever we intervene, in every situation we do together, you are online..."
"shit?"
"No, Maisha. The house. I just walked into the house. And you know. You always do this."
"I think I'm lucky," Maixia said. "So is this a haunted den?"
"Not yet, but this day is still very young."
"do you feel better now?"
"Well, I ate a few cakes and drank three cups of the best coffee I have ever had. So, I'm going to make it."
"Then I will leave it to you."
"Actually, I have a question for you. We are full of fetishes on the front door, some in some jars, a short clay man with a ruined face and blood on the threshold."
"with?"
"What's the point?"
"Do fetish illusions. Someone is trying to exclude the wrong things and put the right things in it. Do they look new?"
"A week or so, judging from pedigree."
"So this is not what Goode is doing."
"Of course not. Besides, it's quite complicated. Is it possible for Goode to perform serious magic shows here?"
"I doubt it. The way he speaks is that he uses magic to light up the guests.
He may have bleed a chicken or drew a fake circle to add flavor to it, but I think it is nothing more than. In any case, be careful. They do different things there. Voodoo is very strong.
"Yes, some of them are on my shoes."
This concludes the conversation. Li Huai put his phone in his pocket and started searching.
When Li Huai explored the three small rooms downstairs, Li Huai had to sign with Mai Xia for about a minute, which brought him into contact with a strong cold air in the kitchen, which must be a signal of the existence on the other side.
He did not try to back down or spit out the twelve verses he could recite, which essentially meant "get rid of your troubles."
Instead, he stood still, the air was so cool, and his breath formed thick clouds on his body. Lips, and the cold patch circled him, circled again.
Back in New York, when Li Huai finally left the army, he sought another kind of protection.
His inquiry quickly brought him to a tattoo artist, Mai Dong, who is known for his expertise in arcane semiotics. Mai Dong visually defended the dark power of the client.
Under his instructions, Mai Dong tried to impose all the alarm systems in his arsenal that could be applied to various non-human life Li Huai may encounter on Li Huai's body.
McDonald’s was very thorough, because symbols and codes quickly competed for space.
Most importantly, the alarm system is indeed effective. Even now, a small spell drawn by Mai Dong on Li Hao is twitching, telling him that his indifferent, invisible visitor is a harmless, nervous entity, by studying them. Say it's very similar.
It is a monkey made of loosely arranged ectoplasm.
Li Huai gave the command: "No!" The first two words made it complicated and spent a month of night making Li Huai's chest come alive.
This design is intended to be used as a general repellent, and the effect is excellent.
Li Badi felt that the blood became hot under his skin, and then suddenly the cold air left his vicinity.
He waited for a few seconds to see if there were other curious people here who wanted to check him, but no one came.
After watching the kitchen for two or three minutes, Li Bai found out that there was nothing even interesting. Li Bai walked into the other two rooms on that floor.
One person has a dining table, polished, but still scratched a lot.
He believes that there are large metal devices under each corner of the table that can easily tie someone to the table.
But this is all that Li Huai found in any room, and he needs to deal with it before leaving.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
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