Chapter 7 Love and Hate Distortion
"Water Officer, Outer God..."

When Wu Xian saw the different prefixes of the statues, he realized that these statues must have specific classifications and functions. Unfortunately, he had seen too few statues now and could not make an accurate judgment.

There is no incense burner in front of the statue of Tathagata, which means that one cannot gain benefits from it by worshipping the deity, but it is certainly useful.

Wu Xian thought for a moment, then found some sundries from other rooms and covered the statue with it. This way, even if someone came to this room, they would not be able to find the foreign statue without looking carefully.

The second and third floors of the hotel are explored!

Wu Xian finally went down to the first floor and happened to meet Shi Ji who was walking back.

He was holding his side abdomen with an extremely ugly expression, and holding a large bag in his hand. Wu Xian was about to ask about his condition, but he started to care about Wu Xian first.

"Mr. Wu, you look so pale, has something happened?"

Wu Xian waved his hands: "I'm fine, what are you doing..."

Shi Ji raised the bag in his hand and smiled:

"Oh, I found some food. I'm a bit stupid and can't do complicated things well, but I'm a pretty good cook. I'll make something hot for everyone."

"It's uncertain when the evil spirits will come to kill people, but if there's no food, people will really die."

After hearing what he said, Wu Xian actually felt a little hungry, so he began to look forward to dinner today.

The two men passed each other and Wu Xian suddenly stopped.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the things Shi Ji was carrying just now…

It seems very fishy and stinky!
……

Outside the hotel, there was gray mist everywhere. The sunlight barely reached the ground, and the surroundings were gloomy.

The social order in the blessed land has long since completely collapsed, but judging from the traces around it, there should still be a small number of people living here, but they are very few.

Wu Xian followed the instructions of 'Mr. Wang' and came to the Fuxin Garden community behind the hotel.

"Friend, I think..."

"Get out of here! You'll kill me. If you do that again I'll kill someone!"

As soon as Wu Xiangang entered the residential area, he saw Wen Chao and Fang Zhi running out of an apartment building in a panic. A pale and skinny man was holding a kitchen knife and yelling at the two men.

When the man saw Wu Xian, his face changed slightly and he retreated back into the dark apartment building.

Wen Chao's face was full of helplessness. When had he ever been treated like this?
After talking to them for a while, Wu Xian found out that they wanted to obtain information about the blessed land through the survivors, but it seems that this is not going smoothly.

Wen Chao and the other person rested for a while and then continued their visit.

Wu Xianze followed the feeling of coldness, stopped at the door of a unit, and looked up.

"That Mr. Wang should be buried here."

Binghan's guidance was flat and there was no way to tell Wu Xian which floor he was on. This building had seventeen floors, with two rooms on each floor. It would take a lot of time just to search floor by floor.

So Wu Xian didn't go upstairs, but opened the door of the electric meter cabinet downstairs.

Fortunately, Fudi's power system is still normal. Mr. Wang should be locked in a refrigerator, so the refrigerator must be consuming electricity.

He stared at the meter cabinet for a while and finally determined that only unit 902 was using electricity.

There is an elevator in this building, but Wu Xian still chose to walk upstairs.

While going upstairs, Wu Xian discovered that the situation here was very similar to that on the second and third floors of the hostel. Most of the room doors on the way were broken, and the insides were damaged and faded.

It seems that in a blessed land, doors are very important, and only intact doors can prevent the invasion of evil spirits.

crunch...

Wu Xian stepped into Room 902, which was Mr. Wang’s home.

The huge room was in a dilapidated state. The furniture on the floor had been knocked over, and miscellaneous items such as takeaway boxes and milk tea bottles were piled everywhere. The leftovers in the lunch boxes were rotten and smelly, and there was a freezer in the corner.

Wu Xian rummaged through the ground and picked up a photo. It was a photo of a couple. In the photo, the beautiful wife had a bright smile, while the plain-looking husband had a sad face with his eyebrows shaped like a figure eight.

"This wife looks familiar."

He flipped through a few more photos, focusing on appreciating his beautiful wife, and finally found a photo with bare feet. He looked at it for a while before putting it down with satisfaction. "Mr. Wang's wife is the hanged man who attacked me!"

Suddenly Wu Xian shuddered and coughed violently twice. He was obviously feeling unwell. The drop in body temperature had already brought his body to the brink of danger.

It was obvious that Mr. Wang was in that freezer.

But Wu Xian was still in no hurry to let him out. Instead, he continued to search the room, looking for useful information in the mess. This information would allow him to confirm what to do next.

After searching for a while, a faint sound came from the refrigerator.

Mr. Wang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and open this coffin and let me out. Once I get out, the curse will be lifted for you and your body temperature will return to normal."

Wu Xian replied casually: "Your coffin is locked, I am looking for the key."

Mr. Wang sighed, "Ah... Juan'er, why are you like this... Ah, hurry up and find the key. Find the key and let me out."

Wu Xian chuckled. The freezer was not locked. It seemed that Mr. Wang, apart from casting a curse and asking Wu Xian to help open the door, had no ability to observe and interfere with the outside world.

Knowing this, Wu Xian was even less anxious.

He kicked the debris, pretending to look for the key carefully, and asked slowly: "Can I ask why you were locked in the freezer?"

"Freezer?"

"Ah, so this is a freezer."

Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, as if shocked, and then told Wu Xian the story.

"Juan'er and I met that winter. At that time, she..."

"Juan'er and I loved each other very much. She once said that she would stay with me forever. Maybe it was because she loved me too much that she couldn't accept my departure and kept me in the freezer. This way, it was like I was accompanying her."

Wu Xian scoffed at this.

He picked up a diary on the ground, which was filled with words of varying sizes, and all of the words contained only one sentence.

'You are the one who made me like this. You can't run away. I will eat you for the rest of my life! ! ! '

As he was talking, he found another mobile phone with colored diamonds on it, which should belong to the hostess.

"Mr. Wang, you are dishonest."

"What did you say?!"

Mr. Wang felt offended by Wu Xian’s words. He shouted angrily, and Wu Xian’s body temperature dropped rapidly, and his body began to shiver.

"I hope you can calm down. If I'm cursed to death, there will be no one to help you find the key."

Wu Xian found a thick coat to put on, sat on a chair to charge his mobile phone, and sat in front of the refrigerator to tell the story.

"In my opinion, the story is this: you used to work in a profession that would be ruined if exposed to the public, and Liu Juan might be one of the victims. She caught you with evidence and threatened you to marry her and pay for her high consumption."

"On the surface, you are husband and wife, but in reality, it is more like a master-servant relationship, so in all your photos, it is your wife who is smiling, not you."

"Then you died."

"She may have hidden your body in the freezer to vent her hatred, or because she could gain benefits from keeping your body."

At this point the phone had been charged, and Wu Xian used the same trick to crack the password. After searching for a while, he opened the photo album and his eyes widened.

"Tsk tsk, so this is what it means to eat you for the rest of your life."

"Is this extreme hatred or twisted love?"

All I saw in the photo album on my phone were selfies of Liu Juan while she was eating.

She ate every meal sitting in front of the open refrigerator door, and her staple food was cooked meat, as if she was sharing delicious food with her late husband.

But I don’t know why.

The further you go into the later photos, the smaller the body of Mr. Wang appears in the open freezer.

(End of this chapter)