C19 Mysterious Umbrella
The rain had lessened, but it was still pouring heavily. In the chairman's office on the fourth floor of the new Universe Building, Wan Jinyun and Huang Chengjin were anxiously walking back and forth.
Wan Jinyun looked at the watch in his hand; it was already 11 PM. Dammit, why was that smelly Chen Tianshi not here yet?
"Cheng Jin, didn't you say that it was nine o'clock in the morning for Chen Tianshi? Look, it's been two hours now."
"Even if you are late, you should be on the phone. Just now, I called Chen Tianshi's temple. The people there said that Chen Tianshi and the others had already set off at eight. Logically speaking, they should have already arrived here?" Huang Chengjin was at a loss.
"Try calling Chen Tianshi's phone again to take a look!" Wan Jinyun was getting impatient.
Huang Chengjin smiled wryly. From nine o'clock until now, he had already called Chen Tianshi's phone more than twenty times. But why? Always unable to get through?
Huang Chengjin picked up the phone in his hand and called again. The result was the same, with only a short circuit that sounded like a beep.
"Damn, this friend here accepted us one million!" Why aren't you here yet? " Wan Jinyun started to angrily roar at Huang Chengjin.
"I don't know. Could it be a traffic jam?" Huang Chengjin argued, "Why don't we turn on the television!" He turned to a security guard standing outside the door and said, "Bring in that TV from the office!"
The security guard hurriedly brought in a television from a corner of the outer office and quickly plugged in. As soon as it was switched on, the expressionless news announcer appeared on the screen.
"Now, it's the special news report. Two hours ago, a serious traffic accident occurred on the east 34 of the Great Fog Mountain due to the rain. A van and a large container truck crashed into each other and the van was blown up and destroyed under the bridge. All the people inside the van died!"
Then the scene turned into a van that had been turned over into a blackened sheet. A dozen policemen and firemen, in raincoats, were busy at the scene, covering the bodies that had been carried out with white cloth.
"According to reliable sources, the van was killed by Chen Yiying, a famous ghost exorcist in the city, and his apprentice, a total of four people. Among them, three burnt bodies and one missing, it was also reported that the container driver also mysteriously died in the van after the accident. According to the autopsy, the van driver might have died from a heart attack from the shock …"
Huang Chengjin and Wan Jinyun were immediately dumbstruck as they couldn't make out what was next. They only felt waves of indescribable terror wash over their bodies.
They had never thought that they would actually invite the famous Chen Tianshi to exorcise the evil spirits, but Chen Tianshi had actually died so suddenly on the way here for no apparent reason. Huang and Wan'er could not help but think, this was just too strange, too much of a coincidence!
It was a pity that they did not go to the window to look out at the scenery. Otherwise, they would have seen, outside the new Universe Building, under the drizzling rain and the dark night, above the dark, undulating roads and forests, a strange white fog that filled the dark forest was slowly drifting back to the new Universe Building that stood in the rain forest of the night.
The drizzle had gradually subsided, but the ground was still wet. It was already three in the morning, and the owner, Wan Jinyun, and the general manager, Huang Chengjin, had already left in a hurry.
Sima Ming, the temporary head of the security team, sat blankly in front of the entrance to the lobby. Looking at the mountain forest road outside through the rain, an unprecedented feeling of confusion had already flooded his mind and heart.
At this moment, outside the door and in the main hall, there was a lifeless silence, only the sound of the rain rumbling outside the building. Sima Ming had also heard from the news on TV that Chen Tianshi, who came here to perform the Exorcism Magic, had died in a traffic accident. When he saw the news, he was stunned.
Instinctively, he felt something deep in his heart tell him that Master Chen had died at the hands of an inconceivable supernatural power.
"Four Corners Big Brother!" He couldn't help but recall his nightmare in the orphanage this afternoon, the terrifying voices of the white robed children who had turned into fox spirits, could Master Chen's violent death be related to the power of the evil spirits from his four elder brothers? What kind of terrifying evil demons were these four elder brothers?
Suddenly, he felt a flash of white light outside the gate he was looking at, and then it was gone. He began to faint, his head began to become heavy for some unknown reason, his consciousness became a blur. He involuntarily put his head down and laid his body on the security table. Unknowingly, he entered into a half asleep state …
In a daze, he felt as if he had arrived at the wall of the underground parking lot, and he saw a mural of a temple, all sorts of ghost soldiers carrying red palanquins and playing flute, walking towards a small temple that stood halfway up the mountain. Beside the temple, there were a few pine trees, this was a dilapidated, gloomy temple, and the front door of the small temple was inscribed with the words "Great Misty Mountain Fox Immortal City Temple". This scene was extremely strange!
"Sima Ming, Sima Ming, come quickly!" A series of faint sounds suddenly came from within the painting. Swish swish swish. The ghosts within the mural seemed to have moved in an instant, as if the mural itself had become alive. At the same time, the sound of a wind flute was heard as the mural suddenly became blurry and deformed …
"NO!" "No!" When he opened his eyes again, it was as if he had just discovered that he was standing in front of the temple gate of the Great Misty Mountain City. Heavens, he had actually entered the world of murals, only to see that the walls of the temple were decadent, and there were a few pine trees beside the door, causing him to look very old. With a 'shua' sound, he saw an old woman in black inside the temple.
"Sima Ming, it's going to rain heavily. Come in and get your umbrella!" As soon as she finished talking, the woman in black turned into a white furry fox and walked into the dark temple with a swoosh, disappearing from sight.
Sima Ming couldn't help but slide straight into the temple, only to see that inside the mountain gate, the eight great King Kong Ghost Face Demon Fang, were all confused, five hundred Arhats were sinister and sinister, while the City God in the middle was like a chaotic spider web, a complete mess …
"Grandma, where did you go?" What the hell are you? Why did I dream of you so many times? " Walking into this desolate city temple, Sima Ming loudly asked everyone around him. He remembered that this black clad old man had already dreamed about it several times. At the same time, the surrounding Eight Great Vajra and five hundred Arhats all turned blurry in an instant. After a moment of confusion, Sima Ming looked at them and thought, Oh my god, the faces of these Arhat statues all turned into the faces of foxes, and the faces of these statues all turned into the faces of all sorts of fox spirits and statues. Within the temple, they looked extremely sinister and scary.
At the same time, with a 'shua' sound, the stone statue of the old man in black suddenly flashed with a red light, and let out a sound, "Sima Ming, hurry up and go get the Yin Yang Umbrella, otherwise you won't have another chance!" Shua! The stone umbrella flew out from his hand and headed straight for Sima Ming's face.
"Ah!" Sima Ming was awakened by the screams. Heavens, he dreamt of that black-clad old woman who had called him in his dreams several times to hold the umbrella. What was going on? Could it be that this black-clothed old woman was some kind of god? Could it be that she had something to tell him?
He took a deep breath and muttered, "It's just a dream, just a dream!" When he saw him, he couldn't help but be stunned. Oh my god, the iron gate that was originally closed suddenly opened up on its own, and even the glass door outside was opened at the same time. Rain drops blew against the mountain, and flying leaves were blown into the room.
"Heavens, what's going on? There's no one here, how could it open automatically!" Sima Ming couldn't help but feel frightened. Why did he suddenly have a strange dream? After waking up from a dream, the iron gate and outer door of the building opened on their own in an inconceivable way?
He rushed up and took a long breath, ready to pull the iron gate and switch it. Just as he was about to pull the gate down with his hand, he heard a strange flute sound coming from outside the glass door. Heavens, isn't this the same as hearing the flute sound in the painting when I saw the ghost in the mural just now? At this very moment, in the darkness of the rainy night, it appeared extremely strange!
Sima Ming couldn't help but push open the glass door and walk out into the rain. The sound of the flute came from the eastern woods, and the tune of the flute was very strange. It was feminine and cold, as if it came from the underworld of darkness.
Waves of raindrops, neither big nor small, rained down on Sima Ming's face and body, making it impossible for him to see what was in front of him. The surrounding empty mountain road was dyed blood-red by the street lamps, appearing even more strange and bizarre under the rain shower!
With a swoosh, a scene that he couldn't believe appeared before his eyes. An old umbrella made from paper oil floated in the middle of the heavy rain forest with no one around, and it flew towards Sima Ming. The umbrella seemed to have a mind of its own as it spun in the middle of the heavy rain, and suddenly flew past the long dark sky, flying in front of Sima Ming's face, stopping unbelievably in front of Sima Ming's face.
The raindrops that had rained on Sima Ming's face were covered by the strange umbrella.
Sima Ming couldn't help but reach out his left hand to grab the ancient oil paper umbrella that was hanging in the air. At this moment, the old umbrella made of oil paper suddenly returned to its original place.
Sima Ming was calmly standing in the rain, holding the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He was shocked by the unfathomable and mysterious scene in front of him. How could the words spoken by the black-clothed grandma inside the temple become true? And flying towards him?
He looked at the umbrella in his hand and noticed that it was very old. It was very old and definitely not something that could be produced now. It should be an oil-paper umbrella from the late Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty.
But now, this ancient umbrella had mysteriously appeared in the middle of a rainy night and flew to Sima Ming's hands. Could it be that this really was the Yin Yang umbrella that the black-clothed grandma spoke of in his dreams?
Where did this umbrella come from? Was someone up to something? Sima Ming thought as he raised his head to look around, but the rainy road, the forest, the emptiness, the lack of people, the lack of a car … … At the same time, the sound of the mysterious flute before the oil umbrella appeared, had already disappeared without a trace!
What was going on? Just as Sima Ming was holding the oil-paper umbrella in shock, a male voice rang out from behind him, "Ming, what's wrong with you? Why are you still coming out in such a heavy rain?" Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? " It was the security guard, Wei Qiming's voice.
At this moment, Sima Ming turned around and saw Wei Qiming wearing a black raincoat. He was looking at Sima Ming in shock. It was obvious that he had just run out of the lobby.
"No, nothing!" Let's go back! " Sima Ming bitterly smiled. He didn't know why, but he had an instinctive feeling that he shouldn't mention the strange thing that happened just now.
The two chatted as they walked back into the hall. As they walked, Wei Qiming noticed the old umbrella in Sima Ming's hand. "Amin, is it that simple?" When did you get this antique umbrella? How come I've never seen it before? "
"It was passed to me by my grandfather! I brought them here to play today! " Sima Ming laughed bitterly as he boasted.
