Chapter 43: Classic Movie Appreciation
"You said, would Wei Xian really believe it?"
In the dormitory, Guo Guo raised her chin and stared at the door, asking worriedly.
"If a person can persevere and fall into the same pit twice, there is a high probability that she will fall into the same pit a third time," Tang Xinjue said.
From experience, Wei Xian has absolutely no resistance to this kind of verbal temptation, otherwise she wouldn't be the first victim of the transshipment technique.
"In contrast, what we need to worry about more is whether Wei Xian can persuade her master." After all, the other party was that old and cunning liar.
Listening to Tang Xinjue's analysis, Zhang You drew a bunch of lines to analyze on the paper, but she was still frowning and sighed, "I really can't calculate people's hearts... Xinjue, do you think the success rate is high?"
Tang Xinjue seemed relatively relaxed. She even tried to fill the toilet plunger with water from the sink, although it was spit out by the rubber head angrily.
"If we pretend to be Wei Xian to negotiate, if we couldn't imitate her perfectly, it will make people suspicious. It is best for the real Wei Xian to do this, so as to maximize the success rate - of course, even if it fails, it does not mean that there is no other way."
Fortunately, the development of the matter was as expected. Half a day later, Jin Wen sent a message:
—Successful, come quickly.
*
In dormitory 612, Wei Xian stared at the phone screen, as if there were some ghosts and monsters inside.
Master's warnings and angry reprimands were still in her ears, but an even stronger desire for quick success overwhelmed her reason and fear of Master, prompting her to make up an urgent reason, and then click the video call button.
At the moment when the long-awaited connection request was finally connected, a fat-headed man with big ears appeared on the other side of the screen, with a stern look on his face: "What's the matter..."
A trace of fear finally appeared on Wei Xian's sluggish face. She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly a familiar voice sounded in her ears, making her heart tense:
"Since I'm looking for you, of course there's something important."
They all turned their heads suddenly, only to realize that Jin Wen had quietly opened the door at some point, and the people in the next dormitory had already entered quickly one by one. The person standing next to her now was Tang Xinjue.
Wei Xian was shocked: "You guys!"
Before she had time to say the following words, her hands were already empty, and the phone entered the other party's hands.
The fat man on the screen was stunned for a second. He was about to shout angrily when he saw Tang Xinjue's smiling face. Before he could speak, he realized that something was wrong, and immediately reached out his hand like lightning to turn off the video——
Snapped.
The man's hands froze in the air.
In the next moment, a hog-killing howl sounded from his distorted face. Regardless of the mobile phone on the table, he tore the rubber object on his face with both hands.
The dorm was also silent.
Everyone watched Tang Xinjue pull out a toilet plunger out of nowhere, and then watched it pass through the screen of the mobile phone and hit the fat man's sullen face.
Through, through, mobile phone screen?
[Shuttle: There is no medium that I cannot penetrate, if there is, please continue to upgrade.]
[From now on, in all horror movies, what can crawls out of the screen doesn't only have to be a ghost hand, it may also be a toilet plunger.]
The suction force of the toilet plunger was not something the fat man can easily break free from. He tried his best to break free and failed, and immediately asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Tang Xinjue's hand was as steady as Mount Tai*, and she said gently: "You should be the one to answer this question. Using the so-called transfer technique to entrap students, what benefits can it bring you?"
*a mountain in China, associated with stability, safety, and majesty of the country.
When mentioning the transshipment technique, the fat man calmed down instead, and said in a low voice, "It was my mistake. I didn't expect that there is a capable Taoist friend here. Since we're both fellow Taoists, why not let go of the illusion and talk, why bother to start a fight?"
After misunderstanding toilet plunger as a hallucination, the fat man immediately felt a lot more relaxed.
Tang Xinjue smiled, "If you still want your own head, it's better not to waste time."
After all, a stream of water sprayed out from the toilet plunger. The man was caught off guard and inhaled it into his nasal cavity. His face flushed from choking, and he immediately flopped about like a fish on a chopping board: "Don't do it! If you kill me, no one will know how to break the Yellow Talisman Death Curse!"
Yellow Talisman Death Curse?
Tang Xinjue blinked: "It has been taken off the door and burned."
The man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Then you are bound to die, they will haunt you forever, ahem... Those, those souls who died under the curse..."
Tang Xinjue: "But as far as I know, there is no solution to the yellow talisman curse."
"That's because you are not good enough!" The man sneered coldly: "You just need to find eight young men and women born in the Yin time according to the specific hexagram formation, and then you can pass down the curse layer by layer. The yellow talisman death curse is my masterpiece. When they are all dead, their souls will return to me... ahhhhh!"
The suction on his face was deeper, and there was a feeling of chill through his bones, reminding him of his current situation.
The man's voice paused, and he turned to a flattering tone: "But it doesn't matter if you burn it, I have another method. As long as you use your own blood mixed with red soil and pour it on the place where the yellow paper bag used to be, you can confuse the life-threatening ghost and prolong your life..."
Guo Guo suddenly said, "He's lying!"
Fat man: "..."
Tang Xinjue: "Eat, toilet plunger, eat."
The rubber head made the movement of "chewing big mouthfuls" as if it was really eating, but it couldn't really eat the fat man. However it made the man to cry out in pain: "I'll talk! I'll tell the truth!
"The truth, the truth is..." The fat man moved his lips, "In the later stage, you cannot leave the curse away than ten meters, the red marks on the neck cannot fade, and you won't respond to anyone behind you... There is no solution to the death curse, and you can only survive! But since you have already burned the yellow paper, the time of death has come—"
Amidst the man's crazy laughter, the toilet plunger was suddenly pulled out from his head, and when he was dizzy and opened his eyes to look, the rubber head spit out a yellow paper bag.
The man whose face was hit by a yellow paper bag: "..."
Tang Xinjue: "As you said, since you are eager to sacrifice other people, it means that you are also trying to transfer your own curse. The yellow talisman death curse is just a medium to spread the curse on you. If we guessed correctly, the original body of this curse should be related to the headless ghost, right?"
The fat man's lips trembled: "You, you can't do this, this must be fake, this must be an illusion!"
Tang Xinjue was unmoved, and spoke clearly: "You are right, the curse is irreversible, but it can spread. From now on, you don't have to hide and worry about being caught by the curse again."
Tang Xinjue's smile deepened under the other's widening horrified eyes:
"Congratulations, your life is very good, and the good luck will come soon."
*
After the video call was turned off, Tang Xinjue pulled out the toilet plunger. There were only scattered hairs in it. The rubber strip let out a sigh of relief, expressing that it had tried its best.
At least at the moment of the movie, this "master" was still a living person and cannot be swallowed directly.
The dormitory was extremely quiet. Wei Xian and the others had already fallen into a daze, seemingly unable to react to what had just happened.
Wasn't the yellow paper transfer technique a spell to improve luck? Why did it turn into a yellow talisman death curse in the mouth of the fat man?
Aren't they about to receive good luck soon? How can he say that the time of death was approaching?
The brain that has been eroded too deeply cannot bear this kind of thinking. The two roommates, Cao Rou and Zhou Xing, passed out one after another. Only Wei Xian, who was at a loss for a while, covered her head and screamed, and rushed out of the dormitory without a trace.
Jin Wen's face was also pale, she leaned back on the chair and was silent for a while, raised her head and forced the corners of her mouth to rise: "We should be... really hopeless."
Even though this premonition had already occupied the depths of her mind even before getting the answer, but when everything was revealed... With the naked exposure in front of her eyes, apart from sadness and despair, Jin Wen also felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
At least this time, she knew who killed her in advance, and she would not sink into the endless torture of unknown fear. There was only one biggest regret, that was, not being able to see the backlash of the culprit with her own eyes.
But at least, backlash was not too late.
"Thank you all."
When she looked up again, Jin Wen was already in tears. This time, she didn't deliberately cover it up, and the red mark on her neck oozes bright red blood.
As if regaining strength suddenly, she pushed all four of Tang Xinjue back to dormitory 606, then held Tang Xinjue's hand tightly,
"Stay here all the time, no matter what sounds you hear, never go out.
"No matter what happens, never open the door!"
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