Mo Ting said someone was laughing.
Chen Ge and I were bewildered.
I heard someone singing, and the singing continued.
As for laughter, I heard none at all.
But Chen Ge heard nothing.
"Nothing! Why can't I hear anything?"
Chen Ge spoke.
Mo Ting directly took out his two peach wood axes from his tool bag:
"No matter if it's laughter or singing, the three of us, grab our weapons and charge in.
As long as it's a dirty thing, we'll chop it to death on sight."
As Mo Ting spoke, his fighting spirit surged.
But I frowned, feeling something was wrong.
The three of us were together, all with our冥途 (Ming Tu - Underworld Path) activated, so why were the sounds we heard different?
I was unsure and suggested waiting and observing.
Our profession was inherently perilous.
If we were not careful and cautious at every step, we would only end up burying ourselves.
Chen Ge, hearing me, suddenly remembered something.
He then said:
"I've heard that powerful dirty things can deceive our senses.
The fact that we are hearing different sounds now
might be related to our Yin luck and the strength of our Yang energy.
It's also possible that our hearing is being controlled.
Little Qin is right, we can't be sure now.
It's best to observe further.
After all, once a dirty thing kills someone, it becomes a fierce ghost.
When dealing with fierce ghosts, caution is the best policy.
How about this, I'll throw a ghost coin in first to scout the way.
Harmony is the best policy in all things.
If we can resolve this peacefully, isn't a diplomatic approach better?"
Chen Ge's experience was definitely much greater than Mo Ting's and mine.
His methods were also more aligned with "righteousness."
Inquiring first was like greeting the entity, showing "friendliness."
If, as Chen Ge said, it could be resolved peacefully,
then it would be a win-win situation for everyone.
Hearing Chen Ge's suggestion, we both nodded in agreement.
Seeing our agreement, Chen Ge
took out a brown ghost coin from his person.
This was a special kind of ancient coin.
In the old days, it was generally used as a copper coin to divine fortune...
After taking out the ghost coin, Chen Ge stuck half his head in.
He directly rolled the ghost coin in his hand into the opening.
As soon as the ghost coin landed, it made a "ding ding ding" sound, rolling down the passageway into the dark factory interior.
Because it was very quiet all around, we could hear it clearly.
When the ghost coin finally landed, it made a "clang clang" sound.
As the sound of the ghost coin rolling stopped,
I noticed that the singing had disappeared.
I then said to the two of them:
"The singing has stopped."
"The laughter is gone too,"
Mo Ting also said, his eyes wide.
But the next second, we heard the sound of coins rolling again.
"Ding ding ding," getting closer and closer.
Then, we saw the coin Chen Ge had thrown
roll out again from in front of us.
Finally, it made a semicircle and stopped directly at Chen Ge's feet.
This old coin had been thrown back!
Chen Ge quickly bent down and picked up the ghost coin.
Holding it in his hand, he involuntarily gasped, then said to us:
"It's, it's the back side! And it's stained with a red mark."
Mo Ting and I were not very familiar with the method of throwing money to ask for directions.
Seeing Chen Ge's horrified expression, we had a premonition of trouble.
But we still pressed:
"Brother Chen, does this have any special meaning?"
Chen Ge let out a sigh.
Then he replied:
"This is a method of asking for directions taught to me by your master.
If it's the front side, it means we can interact with whatever is inside.
But now it's the back side, and it's stained with a red mark.
It means that the entity inside doesn't welcome us.
Moreover, it's angry.
It's warning us that if we don't leave, there might be danger."
Mo Ting got angry upon hearing this:
"Heh, I really don't believe it.
Are the three of us going to be at the mercy of a dirty thing?
Brother Qin, Brother Chen.
Let's stop dilly-dallying.
Let's go in directly and face it."
Hearing Mo Ting say that, I felt that this was the only way now.
Although we didn't understand why it was laughing one moment and singing the next,
since we had come this far, regardless of whether the other party welcomed us or not, we couldn't turn back.
So I nodded:
"Alright! If diplomacy doesn't work, then force. We'll take the initiative to go over."
There was no other method now.
After discussing, we decided to barge in like this.
I also drew my peach wood sword.
Ready, Mo Ting led the way, and we directly entered the factory.
Even with our Heavenly Eyes open, our vision was still limited inside the factory.
Many places were unclear, with a visual range of only about six or seven meters.
At most, it didn't exceed ten meters.
This factory was a production line.
It was at least thirty to forty meters wide and over a hundred meters long, exactly corresponding to the warehouse at the far end.
The warehouse was not only dark but also chilly.
It was so silent that we could only hear our own breathing.
We took steps forward.
But after just a few steps, we heard the sound of marbles bouncing, "ding ding ding," not far from the warehouse.
The sound was very crisp, echoing through the factory and appearing particularly jarring.
The three of us were also extremely vigilant, constantly scanning our surroundings.
But the further we walked inside, the darker it became, and the shorter our visual range.
Passing by some production machinery, we found that many machines were rusted, and the air carried the smell of dust and rust.
Because we couldn't see the situation around us clearly,
and the Yin energy in this factory was heavy,
the three of us proceeded with extreme caution.
But at this moment.
We heard a "creak" sound from overhead, and a dark mass suddenly smashed down.
Seeing it, my heart leaped.
I suddenly grabbed Mo Ting's arm in front of me and pulled back.
Shouting loudly:
"Careful..."