This middle-aged woman, I don't know where she got such strength from.
Even with my cultivation now, I couldn't stop her.
I felt like she was as strong as a bull.
She dragged my body, step by step, forward.
At most three more steps, and she would have dragged me into the warehouse.
Fortunately, at this critical moment, Old Mo and Brother Chen arrived.
Seeing the situation, they each grabbed the middle-aged woman's arms and pulled her outwards forcefully.
With that pull, the middle-aged woman was directly pinned to the ground.
Brother Chen immediately saw the core of the problem:
"Xiao Qin, Xiao Mo, this woman is possessed.
You two hold her down, I'll help her wake up."
After speaking, Brother Chen quickly took out a handful of white rice from his backpack.
He pried open the middle-aged woman's mouth and poured it all in.
The middle-aged woman's expression was blank, her eyeballs wide, looking as if they would pop out.
She struggled continuously, her strength like that of a bull.
It took both me and Old Mo to suppress her.
After pouring in the white rice, Brother Chen bit his finger.
He then touched the center of the middle-aged woman's forehead and shouted loudly:
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
He shouted three times in succession.
The middle-aged woman, who had been struggling violently, suddenly went limp and stopped moving.
The pupils in her eyes contracted twice.
The next second, she regained her senses.
However, upon seeing the three of us, she was startled.
She tried to yell.
But her mouth was full of white rice, so she couldn't make a sound.
She could only emit "wuwu" sounds, spitting out the white rice bite by bite.
It sprayed all over Brother Chen's face.
At the same time, she struggled, and through her "wuwu" sounds, it seemed she was calling for help.
She probably thought the three of us were villains.
While we were still trying to calm the middle-aged woman down,
the female ghost in yellow in the warehouse let out a cold snort.
"Hmph!"
The sound seemed to be all around us, echoing from all directions.
And with her cold snort,
an invisible suction began to pull us from behind.
Our bodies were involuntarily drawn into the warehouse.
"What's going on!"
"Oh no, this female ghost is trying to pull us into the warehouse."
"We can't go in!"
The three of us exclaimed in surprise, trying to control our bodies.
But the middle-aged woman, in her panic,
tumbled a few times and was directly pulled into the warehouse by this suction.
"Damn it!"
I muttered to myself, realizing the bad situation.
But in the next second, Brother Chen was also sucked in.
"Brother Chen!"
Both Old Mo and I called out.
The suction was too strong.
My shoes screeched against the ground as I struggled to move forward.
But I could still hold on, with a chance of escape, to get away from the warehouse.
However, the problem was that Brother Chen was sucked in.
Brother Chen had saved me, and now that he was pulled in, and it looked like he couldn't get out.
If I didn't go in to save him, Brother Chen, like the middle-aged woman, would be in danger.
A drop of kindness deserves a gushing spring.
I no longer hesitated. Seeing Brother Chen still rolling inside,
I turned and charged into the warehouse.
"Brother Chen!"
The moment I rushed into the warehouse,
Mo Ting also raised an eyebrow and no longer hesitated.
We are brothers who have faced life and death together; he wouldn't abandon me at a time like this.
He also turned and rushed into the warehouse.
The three of us escaped the ghost-trapped factory.
We had intended to leave this place tonight.
And return tomorrow with our master.
But who knew that now, by accident, we had directly entered the warehouse.
And as soon as we entered the warehouse, the large iron door behind us,
with a "clang," slammed shut.
The suction also disappeared.
"Brother Chen, are you alright!"
I went to Brother Chen and helped him up.
Brother Chen was filled with regret.
"It's all my fault, dragging you guys in here too."
Brother Chen blamed himself.
Old Mo also said directly:
"Brother Chen is fine. If we go, we go together; if we stay, we stay together."
As he spoke, he looked at the yellow-clothed female ghost ten meters away.
She stood motionless in the center of the warehouse.
Her head was bowed, so we couldn't see her face.
But the dark aura and the oppressive malevolent energy made us extremely uncomfortable.
The middle-aged woman next to us, who didn't have clear vision,
was now sucked into the warehouse. After spitting out several mouthfuls of white rice,
she looked at the dark surroundings and was terrified:
"Ah, where is this? Help, help..."
She cried out in fear.
Perhaps she was too afraid of the darkness.
After crying out twice, she fainted.
I took a few steps back and tried to pull the large iron door of the warehouse.
It wouldn't budge at all, sealed tight.
The windows were all barred.
Not far away, there was another door, but that door led to the factory, and there was the ghost trap there.
In other words, we were now trapped and couldn't get out.
And the ferocious yellow-clothed ghost opposite us now started to laugh "ge ge ge":
"Just now, it was you few who trespassed into the factory, wasn't it?"
The female ghost's voice was filled with resentment and coldness, making us very uncomfortable.
Now that we were facing the female ghost directly, there was no point in hiding anything.
"That's right, it was us."
Old Mo spoke directly, raising his peach wood axe.
"You aren't wearing factory uniforms, not from our factory?
Why did you come to our factory? Were you planning to do something bad?"
The female ghost continued speaking resentfully, her head bowed.
"We came to help you, hoping you could leave this place."
I replied.
But the female ghost let out a cold laugh "ge ge ge":
"Help me? Leave this place?
I don't need anyone's help.
I don't want to leave this place.
I want to watch this factory.
Watch this factory, and see how many scummy people like you, beasts in human skin.
I want to kill you all, kill you all..."
By the last few sentences, the female ghost's tone suddenly intensified, becoming incredibly furious.
And then, her bowed head suddenly lifted.
As she raised her head, the three of us were startled.
We saw that this ferocious ghost looked exactly the same as the female ghost we had seen earlier.
Only now, on her pale face, there were spiderweb-like red blood streaks.
She looked extremely ferocious.
And her eyes were a ghastly white, without pupils, like the whites of dead fish.
She stared at us with her round, bulging eyes.
She appeared incredibly angry, extremely furious...