Chapter 17

Wen Jianyan stared at the small copper plate in his hand, lowered his head and got closer, sniffing carefully.

The familiar smell of corpse oil is mixed with a hint of sweetness and greasiness, but outside of it, there seems to be a little other smell mixed in, like blood that has been aged for a long time, rich and salty.

There is a cotton wick twisted on it, which can obviously be ignited.

Compared with the previous plate of gray-white lamp oil, this plate of lamp oil looks even weirder, with an ominous meaning everywhere.

After seeing the scarlet grease in the small copper plate, the nursery rhyme couldn't help but be startled:

"What's the use of this?"

"Not sure."

Wen Jianyan shook his head, also having no clue.

When nothing is clear, it is unwise to use the props in the vice rashly. Although Zhang Yu's current situation is critical, Wen Jianyan is not prepared to seek medical treatment in an emergency.

It's best to see what other banknotes can be exchanged for before making a decision.

He then put the remaining two Hades coins into the box one by one.

The ordinary ghost coin was exchanged for a rusty copper key. After picking up the key, Wen Jianyan put the last red ghost coin with a dead face printed on it into the box.

Soon, a numb scratching sound was heard. I wonder if it was an illusion, but this time the sound seemed to last for an extra long time.

The slightly flickering yellow light bulb emitted dim light above the head. Under the nervous gazes of several people, a pair of green and black dead palms slowly poked out of the wooden box.

Two hands?

Everyone was startled, showing expressions of astonishment.

The expression in Wen Jianyan's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked carefully at the two dead hands stretched out. In the cold, green and black fingers, he held two talismans respectively.

One is yellow and one is black.

On the rough talisman paper, there are complex and strange scarlet lines drawn, as if painted with blood, showing a sticky color that has not yet dried up.

It's like...waiting for their choice.

"Why are there two colors?"

Nursery Rhyme on the side frowned and carefully took a step back.

Although she was not using her talent now, her keen senses as a spiritual medium warned her that there seemed to be some kind of ominous aura attached to these two talismans.

Especially the black talisman, just being close to it made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Cough...cough cough."

At this moment, a hoarse cough sounded from the side.

Zhang Yu, who had just passed out, seemed to wake up.

After coughing hoarsely for a while, he raised his head slightly, his face turned pale and black, and strands of black blood overflowed from his purple lips, dripping down on his front, and suggested in a weak voice:

"Choose, choose the yellow one."

According to tradition, talisman paper is divided into good talismans and bad talismans.

The yellow talisman paper draws on the power of the gods, with the purpose of suppressing and exorcising evil spirits, while the black talisman paper draws on the power of evil spirits. Talisman drawn with this kind of talisman paper often has patterns.

External yin evil, although powerful, can easily harm others and ourselves.

Wen Jianyan nodded, accepted his suggestion, and pulled out the yellow talisman from the dead man's palm.

"Hey, hello! Zhang Yu?!" An Xin's surprised voice came from the side.

After finishing his words, Zhang Yu lowered his head again. His sobriety just now seemed like a flashback. This time, his chest began to gradually lose its ups and downs, and life gradually drained from his body.

An Xin was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Hey, where's that talisman? Let me try -"

He took the talisman from Wen Jianyan's hand and put it on Zhang Yu's sweaty and pale forehead just as he remembered. After he let go of his hand, the talisman fell lightly and landed on Zhang Yu's forehead.

On the knees.

Nothing is born.

It seems that this is not the purpose of this talisman.

Their only hope now is that small plate of red lamp oil.

Now, even if you don't know what its purpose is, you can try it out first.

Wen Jianyan squatted down and said, "Get out of the way."

As he spoke, he took out a match and lit the wick on the oil lamp panel with quick movements.

Hearing a "crack" sound, a flame sprang up, and the cotton wick was ignited, becoming charred and curled in the firelight.

After the gray-white lamp oil is ignited, a dim and weak yellow light is emitted, while after the red lamp oil is ignited, the color of the flame and surrounding light turns out to be blood-like scarlet.

The light it produces is far dimmer than white lamp oil, and its penetrating power is weaker. Although it is not put into the oil lamp and is not blocked by the lamp wall, it is still surprisingly dark.

A sweet, fishy smell slowly came out from it.

Wen Jianyan held his breath slightly and brought the lamp oil tray close to Zhang Yu.

The other people were equally nervous, staring intently at the scene in front of them, for fear of missing any detail.

The scarlet flames danced silently, coating Wen Jianyan's palms with a layer of paint-like blood.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but under the illumination of the oil lamp, Zhang Yu's face no longer seemed as pale and blue as before, but gradually took on the look of a living person.

"Ah! It really works! Look!"

Su's eyes lit up and he showed the back of his hand to everyone in front of him.

Under the influence of the red lamp oil, the rotten, blue-black corpse spots seemed to have stopped expanding and were slowly fading. Under the gaze of several people, they were almost disappearing.

Tong Yao was startled and looked around hurriedly.

Sure enough, the traces of the corroded curse on their bodies were gradually fading away, just like Su.

An Xin pulled up Zhang Yu's sleeves and exposed his arms.

Although the shocking blue-black handprints are still there, the surrounding corpse spots are gradually fading away, and the nearby skin has returned to the color and luster that a living person should have.

"Thank you, just say..."

An Xin breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had lost all strength, and sat on the ground next to Zhang Yu, showing a relaxed expression, "Even if this is a high-level emergency department, it is impossible to die if you are touched by a corpse. Since you can't

If you are cured by the props and given time to delay the operation, we will definitely be given a solution."

As he spoke, he looked at the red lamp oil in Wen Jianyan's hand, regained his energy for a rare moment, and said with a smile:

"Look, this is it!"

After seeing the look on Tong Yao's face, she nodded: "Yes."

Zhang Yu lowered his head, as if he had spent too much energy and still hadn't woken up. However, from the looks of it, recovery should be a matter of time.

The atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Although they are now going through an extremely difficult two floors, and almost died several times in the middle, not only did they successfully survive in the end, but they did not lose any teammates!

In less than a minute, Qi Qian, who is in suspended animation, will be able to return to the team. The cursed Zhang Yu, Tong Yao, and Su will find a way to relieve the curse.

It seems that everything is going well.

"Zizzi."

A subtle flashing sound of electricity came from overhead.

Wen Jianyan was startled, then subconsciously raised his head and looked where the sound came from.

There are no oil lamps in this stairwell, but old light bulbs that have the same function as oil lamps. The dim yellow light emitted by the light bulbs dispels the darkness, making this a safe area that will not be eroded by darkness.

but……

Wen Jianyan raised his head, stared at the light bulb above his head, and frowned slightly.

I always feel that the current of the light bulb seems to be interfered by something, and the light emitted is gradually getting darker, and the area it can cover is getting smaller. It used to be able to illuminate the first half of the stairs going downstairs, and the second half of the stairs going upstairs, but now

, the area shrouded in light was unconsciously reduced to the perimeter of the table.

and……

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and his eyes fell on the red lamp oil in front of Zhang Yu. The dancing scarlet glimmer reflected in the depths of his amber pupils.

Yes, absolutely yes.

The red light emitted by the lamp oil is suppressing the yellow light above the head. It was just able to barely illuminate a little bit of red light around it. Now it has completely surrounded Zhang Yu and the others. The dark red light

, the paint-like color extends into the surrounding darkness and even touches the walls.

There is a... very uneasy feeling.

Sudden--

"Dong...dong dong!"
To be continued...