Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 319: Escape

The more serious Zhu Jiu was, the more Jingzhi wanted to see him fail.

So after finishing their meal, the next stop for the two of them was the haunted house.

The ticket seller at the door covered his chest and revealed something to her mysteriously.

Fifty years ago, this place was a war preparedness clinic built by Sakura Country in the port area.

After the defeat, the enemy withdrew and this place naturally became deserted.

Patriots built this place into an amusement park for people to have fun. The main theme is to take back their own territory and laugh freely.

She wasn't very interested at first, but since the ticket seller said so, she had to go in and try the saltiness.

After all, she had fought them and lost.

Very unlucky.

"Brother Jiu, stand behind me later. I will protect you."

Jingzhi patted his chest, looked at the two statues at the door with bloody tears in their eyes, and suddenly raised his middle finger.

Should!

Her middle finger was held, and Zhu Jiu quietly pressed her hand down, "Let's be civilized people."

As he spoke, Zhu Jiu took out two pieces of talisman paper from somewhere and stuck them on the forehead of the statue with two "pa" sounds.

The ticket seller wanted to stop it, but after he posted the message, several zombie movie fans came to buy tickets, so he gave up the idea.

He handed the two of them a map of the terrain and the plot line inside.

"The 'victim' is located at the red star on the map. Please follow the route. After rescuing him, remember to come back to me for the prize!"

"O!" Jingzhi took the paper and pushed open the old glass door with peeling green paint with Zhu Jiu, covering her mouth and laughing.

"You just posted your shit everywhere, you're not civilized."

Zhu Jiu stared into the dim room where the lights were flickering, his eyes flickering slightly.

"I think it's good to slay demons and cure evil."

"Also." He gently put his arm around her shoulders and led her in his direction. "You're underestimating me by bringing me here."

He should protect her.

Jingzhi took a bite of the pancake in her hand and suddenly came to her senses.

Her brain might have just gone haywire, as this place not only hit the muzzle of her gun, but also Zhu Jiu's peach wood sword.

"Hmph. I wanted to hear your watch squeaking again."

She turned his watch over and looked at it.

Heart rate 60.

It's even five beats slower than the usual 65.

There's a faint sense of deadness as if I have a day off but my boss forces me to go to work.

"Well, now that we're here, let's make this quick and easy." Jingzhi brought the pancake to his lips. "Want to eat?"

"...No, no need, there are still people here." Zhu Jiu looked at the "ghost" that suddenly hung upside down from the roof with a red face.

The ghost opened its bloody mouth, swayed back and forth, and rushed towards them with its pale hands stretched out:

"Ah... Baka! You two are the only two alive here, I'm going to eat you!!"

Jingzhi took back the pancake with some regret, and then stuffed it into the ghost's mouth.

"Come on, you're so thin, I'll give you some food, don't be polite to me."

The two of them were standing behind the door, and the ticket seller heard everything clearly.

He opened the door a little and warned people inside: "Don't feed the demons and monsters."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Don't beat up demons and monsters!"

"How does he know what I want to do?" Jingzhi took back the pancake that was bitten by the ghost, looked at it, and then threw it directly into the trash can.

"What a pity. What dogs have eaten, humans cannot eat."

Looking at the ghost's hurt eyes, she spread her hands.

"Who told you to pretend to be a Sakura ghost?"

"Okay, come in." Seeing that she looked like she wanted to have a long conversation with the same ghost, Zhu Jiu quickly pushed open the small door on the right and pulled her in.

This is the ward. The pale incandescent light shines on the green bed, which looks a bit creepy.

Maybe because they evacuated in a hurry, there were even half-empty IV drips, and curled-up indwelling needles hanging in the air, with black blood stains on them.

"Wow, is this true or false?"

There is a friendly reminder below the map that you need to find a key to release the victim from prison.

Jingzhi looked around and each time accurately avoided the places where the "ghosts" were ambushing.

The breathing sounds of the staff members were so obvious that it was hard for her not to notice.

Jingzhi was afraid that what the ticket seller said was true, so she took out disposable medical rubber gloves from the medical box next to her and put them on, then she pulled open the rolled-up quilt on the bed.

A ward with three beds was turned upside down by her.

In fact, there are many clues, but only Zhu Jiu is observing carefully.

When she was looking for clues, she focused on being simple and crude.

"Not here."

The staff hiding in the dark looked at the mattresses and pillows scattered on the floor, feeling like crying but unable to shed tears.

This thing is real.

But they also need to do some restoration.

Zhu Jiu clearly knew what to do next, but when he saw Jingzhi's enthusiastic look, he immediately swallowed the words to tell her the truth and let her drag him to the next ward.

As soon as I entered the door, the radar of an orthodox Maoshan Taoist priest started spinning.

There's something strange about this house.

Popularity and negative energy coexist.

There were probably a lot of people coming to the haunted house, and it was too popular. For a moment, Zhu Jiu was unable to find the location of the evil spirit.

Not wanting to disturb her and wanting to solve the problem quietly, Zhu Jiu walked close to the wall, secretly alert to any movement. His originally empty right hand now quietly held a yellow talisman.

At this time, Jingzhi stood in front of Ward 02, stroking his chin, looking at the dark gray military boots under the bed, and guessed:

"The shoes are facing the door, so they're convenient for getting out of bed. The Sakura soldier occupying this bed is going to die here, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room, which was already air-conditioned at full blast, suddenly began to cool down.

"Squeak... squeak..."

Jingzhi watched helplessly as the rusty joystick at the end of the bed began to turn on its own.

After the head of the bed was raised to a certain angle, it stopped.

She exclaimed in amazement, "This little mechanism is quite unique."

The drooping uppers of the combat boots suddenly straightened up, as if someone was wearing them.

The shoes moved slowly towards Jingzhi, step by step.

“Da… Da…”

The hard soles of the boots hit the ground, making a soft echo, which seemed even more eerie in this ward that was like an ice cave.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared to death by now.

Jingzhi slowly retreated to Zhu Jiu's side, and a ghost with gauze wrapped around its head was clearly reflected in her pupils.

"Brother Ninth..."

As soon as he made a sound, the real ghost roared and pounced on him.

Zhu Jiu didn't want to waste the moonlight energy stored in her magic weapon, so she shook her hand and threw the burning talisman paper towards the black shadow.

"Snapped!"

The moment the ghost appeared, the fake ghosts hiding in the closet, behind the bed curtains, and under the bed staggered, crawled, clamped their buttocks, and fled the ward in different postures, screaming as fast as they could.

“Ah!!! There’s a ghost!”

“Mom! Save me!!!”

"Help! I don't want to stay here anymore!!!"

The ticket seller who was listening outside smiled with satisfaction. Of course there were ghosts in the haunted house.

"I thought they weren't afraid. Aren't they yelling so hard? Their voices are almost splitting."

The real guests, Zhu Jiu and Jing Zhi, were tying up the ghost with a cinnabar rope and scaring the staff everywhere.

Every scare is accurate.

Because the ghost was translucent, the cinnabar rope seemed to be suspended in the air, which was completely inexplicable by science at first glance.

"Is it fun?"

Zhu Jiu smiled.

Jingzhi nodded vigorously, holding the rope with one hand, and drove the real ghost into the corners like walking a dog, without even looking at the map.

Later, one rope became five.

Five real ghosts huddled together. Either you squeezed their hands off, or their eyeballs fell out. What was even worse, their intestines were dragged all over the ground, and they tripped themselves.

This extremely realistic scene scared the other players and staff in the haunted house and made them scream.

The conductor nodded with satisfaction.

These players had so much fun playing in the haunted house that it was well worth the price of admission.

Jingzhi had a great time, and then she smiled and pried open the iron railings with her bare hands to rescue the confused "victim".

Walking into the sunlight, Jingzhi pulled up Zhu Jiu's wrist and took a look.

My heart rate was 59, and it even dropped a beat.

"Are you unhappy?"

Looking at her smiling face, Zhu Jiu blushed uncontrollably.

Jingzhi looked at his watch again.

Wow, it only took a few seconds for my heart rate to go from 59 to 89.

"Beep!" As expected, the watch made a sound.

Her head was suddenly held in his arms.

"Don't laugh at me." He whispered, then raised his Qiankun bag and took the five ghosts who had lost all hope in life into it.

"Don't laugh at me, don't laugh at me. You like me, why should I laugh at you?" She patted his back and urged him to go around to the front door to receive his gift.

It was probably because the people in the haunted house screamed too loudly, attracting a large number of onlookers who were eager to try and test their courage.

By this time the front door was lined with people.

After Zhu Jiu told Jingzhi to wait for him nearby, he squeezed in.

After a long while, Jingzhi saw him coming back with something, and immediately went to meet him.

"What's the gift?"

Zhu Jiu waved what he had in his hand towards her, "Two masks."

Jingzhi took it and looked at it, and found that they were two ghost masks with only the upper half left.

The mask had one gold and one silver horn on top, which inexplicably reminded her of Journey to the West.

"I want to be the King of the Golden Horn. Brother Nine, you can be the King of the Silver Horn. I'll help you wear it!"

"……it is good."

She would risk her life for the gentleman, since he likes her.

After putting it on, Zhu Jiu couldn't help but touch the mask on his face, "Is it weird?"

Jingzhi had been staring at him for several minutes.

She hunched her waist and supported her chin, her brows slightly furrowed.

"It's not strange...how should I put it..."

This mask is quite intimidating.

But the lower half of Zhu Jiu's face looked very resolute, and his sharp eyes were full of righteousness.

The mask on his face gave him a strong sense of separation, as if water and oil, two incompatible things, were forced together.

"Why don't you just not wear it?" He raised his hand to take it off.

"No, no, no, it would look weird if I wear it alone, let's wear it together." Jingzhi said.

"what!!!!!!"

There was a bang overhead, and the ups and downs of the roller coaster whizzed past with the screams of the crowd.

She turned around and looked up, "Brother Jiu, do you dare to come up?"

Zhu Jiu silently put down his hand that was about to take off the mask.

"...let's go."

Wear it, at least when you get frightened later, she won’t see your facial features fluttering.