The man's words were a heavy hammer, nailing Ngawang in place.

The obvious hostility of the other party caught him off guard, and it took him a long time before Ngawang came back to his senses, "Mr. Sheng, I don't understand what you mean."

At this time, Lu Jiadong suddenly shouted, "Mr. Sheng, help, help."

Sheng Yiming lowered his head and gently touched the young man's forehead with his fingertips, his voice was as cold as he was scolding a disobedient animal.

"Don't be noisy."

With just these two words, Lu Jiadong knew that he was finished.

He had already heard Sheng Yiming's inhumane name, but he never imagined that this person would be so cold, and the disaster happened right in front of him, but he could die without help.

The phrase "don't make noise" is simply an order to the lunatic who dragged him away!

Sheng Yiming's unhindered approach was better for Ngawang.

He finally glanced in the direction of the sofa again and continued to drag the person towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Pan Linlin's body was shrunk in the small space between the toilet and the wall, her neck was pinched by an invisible hand, and the back of her head was slammed against the cold and hard wall.

The dull pain spread from the back of her head to the front, her brows were wrinkled, her rosy lips became pale, and she was opening exaggeratedly, desperately taking in oxygen.

The hand that grabbed her suddenly grabbed her mouthpiece, causing her to struggle on the brink of death.

Pan Linlin's mind was watching the flowers, playing the bits and pieces of the past twenty years. She realized that she was about to die. The clothes in the cabinet, the food she had never eaten, and the scenery that had not yet been brought into her eyes had all become An unattainable dream.

The hand scratching in the air gradually loses its strength, lowers, and finally falls to the ground.

Almost at the same time, the bathroom door opened.

Awang looked at Pan Linlin who rolled her eyes and shouted eagerly, "Sister, I brought someone in."

Lu Jiadong rolled over and lay on the ground, struggling to grab Ngawang's leg, but was kicked on the head by the opponent, his forehead hit the floor, and his head was bleeding on the spot.

At this time, Pan Linlin's consciousness was already blurred, because her eyes rolled up, she could only see a vague ceiling, but when she heard the words Lu Jiadong, she was about to leave her body consciousness and came back.

At the same time, she felt the shackles around her neck disappear.

Pan Linlin took a long breath, her throat was irritated by a lot of air, it was itchy, and she couldn't help coughing violently.

Lu Jiadong cried out in pain, seeing that the man who was about to die suddenly regained consciousness, he desperately stretched out his hand in the direction of his girlfriend, "Save me, Pan Linlin, save me, save me, I will marry you, and I can give you all my property! "

"Beast." Nga Wang kicked from behind, staring at the void, "Sister, how do you want revenge?"

The empty air fluctuated, and a gray shadow appeared in the air, gradually revealing a festering face.

That face was covered with yellowish tissue fluid, and as she opened her mouth, the flesh rustled down.

Pan Linlin was so frightened that she didn't mention it, and just fainted.

When Lu Jiadong saw that only himself was left, he almost wet his pants and began to excuse himself, "I know you hate me, but it wasn't my intention to kill you, it was you who threatened me first, it was you who ignored our feelings. Fen made the wrong choice! I, I'm not wrong, it's you who's wrong, it's all you!"

The gray shadow hanging in the air suddenly turned around and approached rapidly, and the face that made people unable to see the whole picture was almost touching the tip of his nose.

The strange stench enveloped Lu Jiadong's face, his throat was blocked, and he almost spit it out on the spot.

Nga Wang's hand reached out from behind, grabbed Lu Jiadong's hair, and at the same time pressed his shoulders against his back, and asked in a gloomy voice, "Do you still recognize who she is?"

Lu Jiadong's lips trembled, "Acknowledge, know..."

The face facing him suddenly smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved, the corners of his mouth grinned to the base of his ears, revealing scarlet gums and blood-stained teeth, and the foul breath spurted out and drilled into his mouth.

The Lu family screamed, their legs trembled, and the smell floated up.

Nga Wang frowned in disgust, pouted and kicked up from behind, causing Lu Jiadong to just fall out and lie on top of Pan Linlin.

He got up in a panic, and his first reaction was to lift Pan Linlin's body with both hands and use it as his shield.

But he didn't want to, when his back just touched the cold wall, a hand with black nails appeared next to him, pulling him from the toilet to the shower.

With a squeak, cold water poured down.

Lu Jiadong was so cold that the terrifying face came up again, this time it was on his shoulders, kissing his chin affectionately like the tenderness between the two many years ago.

"Axiang, you go to reincarnation, I will take good care of your brother, everything in the past is my fault, I will burn incense for you, light a lamp for you, and then find someone to save you... By the way, do you think It's a ghost, right, she's already lying there. Just kill her and your pain will be relieved..."

Ah Wang glanced at the unconscious woman on the ground, and suddenly remembered the look in Mr. Sheng's eyes hidden in the dark, he panicked and subconsciously shouted, "Sister, don't touch her."

Ah Xiang didn't respond to her surroundings. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of Lu Jiadong almost enjoying herself.

Then he opened his mouth and closed his eyes to bite it.

"Ah—!!" Lu Jiadong cried out in pain.

The pain overcame his fear and cowardice, and made him struggle frantically, but no matter how he struggled, his legs were tied to the ground like chains.

He crawled forward desperately, his fingernails snapped, leaving red bloodstains on the ground, which were quickly diluted by the cold water from the shower and flowed into the sewer.

The pain in the jaw was spreading, and the cheeks, neck, shoulders, arms and calves, everywhere seemed like a mouth was biting and biting fiercely.

It was so painful, it was really going to be so painful, that he wanted to pass out, but he was pulled back to his senses again and again by more severe pain.

Just when Lu Jiadong thought he was going to be bitten to death, a scream suddenly sounded in the bathroom.

After realizing what he remembered, Lu Jiadong lifted his clothes and looked at his stomach. There was a rune tattooed on it with paint mixed with cinnabar.

When he found something wrong two days ago, he specially asked the ghost exorcist and tattoo artist to help him.

The paper amulet may be burnt or lost, but the rune tattooed on the body will always be there. At this moment, Lu Jiadong is very grateful for his original idea.

With the rune by his side, he was suddenly less afraid, and his feet slipped several times, and finally stood firm.

Just as she was about to run, Pan Linlin, who fainted from fright, suddenly woke up.

Her body seemed to be broken into many knots, she struggled to prop up her body, and there was a creaking sound between her bones, and then she slowly raised her head, with a pair of blood-stained eyes, only the whites of her eyes were left, she looked viciously and resentfully. The man under the shower.

When he realized something was wrong, it was too late, and Ngawang suddenly kicked Lu Jiadong's knee hard.

Lu Jiadong fell and gnawed on the mud, and the severe pain caused by his knee hitting the ground made him unable to get up at all.

Before the scream of pain could be uttered, a hand appeared on the floor.

The grim-faced woman didn't know when she had already crawled over. She pressed Lu Jiadong's shoulder and lifted it hard. His whole body was like a light piece of paper, and he sat on the ground in an instant.

The cold fingers reached up and pushed aside the fabric that was in the way. Pan Linlin lowered her head and opened her mouth to bite off the rune under Lu Jiadong's terrified eyes.

There were constant screams in the bathroom, and even a dead pig sleeping outside must have been awakened.

Li Yu jumped from the man's arms to the ground, looking at the man with a confused expression, as if he had just woken up from sleep.

"Did you hear someone calling?"

"No." Sheng Yiming patted the suit jacket wrinkled by the young man, clasped the other's wrist, and dragged him back into his arms, "Go to sleep, it's still early."

Screams of pain seemed to float from far away through a heavy curtain.

Li Yu tightened his body vigilantly, and glanced at the three hospital beds not far away. The people who should have been lying on them were gone.

"Where are the people?" He looked at Sheng Yiming, "Where are Ngawang and Lu Jiadong?"

The man sighed and held the young man's wrist, "I don't know."

"How could you not know?" Li Yu knelt on one knee on the sofa, grabbed the man's collar with both hands, and pulled him very close.

The eyes that are close at hand are dark and deep, and the light refracted from other places is reflected in them, like the twinkling stars in the cold night, distant and cold.

Li Yu was not confused by these eyes. After confirming that there was no sleepiness, he said firmly, "You haven't slept."

"Yeah." Sheng Yiming easily separated the two hands that were almost touching his chin, wrapped them with backhands, and raised his brows, "Why is it so cold?"

Li Yu, "..."

Big brother, wake up, now is not the time to be ambiguous.

Li Yu retracted his hand and listened carefully again, Lu Jiadong's voice disappeared.

Lu Jiadong did something wrong and deserved whatever retribution he got, but Pan Linlin was innocent.

He pursed his lips and softened his tone, "Can't you tell me? Miss Pan is a good person. I don't want her to have an accident."

"She'll be fine." Sheng Yiming said sternly, making it clear that he didn't want him to interfere. "The cause and effect of others has nothing to do with you. If you insist on getting in, it's not that easy to get out."

It sounds very metaphysical, Li Yu asked, "What about you?"

"Me?" Sheng Yiming chuckled, someone asked him the same question before, and his answer was, "I'm neither a human nor a ghost, cause and effect have nothing to do with me."

Li Yu felt uncomfortable when he heard it. He took the initiative to approach the goal, which was also the reason, so he had the result of being together.

He asked, "What about me?"

"You are my cause." Sheng Yiming squinted his eyes slightly, inserted his fingers into the young man's soft hair, pressed his fingertips to his scalp, and rubbed gently, "Because of you, I am who I am now."

Li Yu was speechless, and his face was so hot that he got full marks for this love story.

A familiar prompt sounded in his mind, and the system took the initiative to open the toolbox, letting the host see the new props, a coffin with a common style but painted with various runes.

Li Yu was at a loss, "What do you mean? Who is this thing used for? Me, the target or someone else?"

1551, "I don't know, please explore by yourself."

Li Yu badly asked the system to put away the things, out of sight, no good luck.

He turned sideways and put his ears on the man's chest. There was no heartbeat in it. The cold body temperature was transmitted through the clothes, reminding him that the man in front of him was not a normal human being.

Especially after showing his true face, he didn't even bother to pretend.

Li Yu grabbed the clothes on the man's chest and wondered if the resurrected card was for the mission target.

Without disguising, Sheng Yiming has no heartbeat and no body temperature, his consciousness can be divided into two parts, and when he is in a good mood, he can even be misted into a ghost and scary.

And fundamentally speaking, in addition to innate formation and geographical influence, yin qi is also affected by the impression of the surrounding environment. If there are dead people everywhere, and yang declines and yin prevails, yin qi will naturally accumulate.

The dead souls and the ghosts that evolved due to various conditions also exude yin qi. After they are attracted by the accumulated large amount of yin qi, their own yin qi will also be integrated into it.

It's like a loop.

Sheng Yiming's existence attracted ghosts, and the yin qi of ghosts was also strengthening him.

In this way, without rounding up, the target is a dead man.

Since it is a dead man, the resurrected card should be able to work on him.

"Help!" came a miserable cry.

Li Yu's thinking was interrupted.

The shouting didn't end, and the scream was more exaggerated than the scream of killing a pig.

This time, Li Yu finally determined the position, and the sound came from the bathroom.

Knowing that he couldn't stop it, Sheng Yiming fastened the buttons of his suit jacket and stood up from the sofa, "I'll accompany you."

Li Yu glared at the man and knew that he was trying to make a fool of himself. He probably used some kind of skill such as covering his ears to shield him from the outside world.

The thin wooden door of the bathroom was locked from the inside and could not be opened at all.

"Come on." Li Yu took a step back and stepped to the side.

Sheng Yiming squeezed the handle, and effortlessly unscrewed the handle that seemed to freeze on the door.

A second before opening the door, he suddenly pushed the young man into his arms, holding the back of his head to prevent him from turning his head and looking back.

There was blood in the bathroom.

Lu Jiadong kicked the ground weakly with his two legs, a hole was opened at his Adam's apple, and blood trickled out, staining his open white shirt red.

Li Yu's nose was on the man's chest, and all he smelled was sandalwood, and only occasionally caught a little fishy smell.

He frowned and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The hand holding the back of his head was gentle but unresistable. Li Yu could feel that the man's fingers rubbed between his hair a few times, as if to comfort him.

The man's tone was very casual, "It's nothing, it's just that the bathroom is a little dirty."

Li Yu didn't believe in nonsense, and twisted his head to no avail.

At this moment, Lu Jiadong rolled his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was painful or frightened.

Pan Linlin was lying on top of him at this time, with blood on the corner of her mouth.

With a creak, her head turned from the front to the back, staring at the two people at the bathroom door with surprise and greed with the whites of her eyes.

Li Yu only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he intuitively told him that something was staring at him.

Sheng Yiming held the young man's hand firmly, and didn't want him to see a little dirty, "He's dying, what you want to do has been done."

Pan Linlin made a strange sound, and suddenly rushed to the bathroom door.

Nga Wang was even more uneasy, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull Pan Linlin's arm, and was caught by the other side's backhand.

Three wounds lay across his arm, black blood oozing out, and a whole forearm was paralyzed in the blink of an eye, and he could not feel any pain.

Sheng Yiming quickly took the young man behind him, stepped forward, and entered the bathroom.

Li Yu staggered to his feet, raised his head again, and the bathroom door was closed.

After reluctantly taking a few shots, I heard a man's voice coming from inside, "It's not good for children to watch too much blood, just wait outside."

Li Yu was shocked by the words of the child, "How old is he?"

Before, only guessed that the mission target has long existed in the boundary where the red moon is located, and have not explored when he formed.

Now listening to the other party calling him a child, Li Yu had a terrible guess, "Is he an old monster?"

1551 said, "Check it out yourself."

Li Yu asked, "The secret of the target has been solved."

1551 firmly said, "Don't you enjoy the process of exploring your own problems?"

Li Yu wanted to say that I really didn't enjoy it. I wanted to live a peaceful and stable life, lying on the bed and waiting for the answer in the sky, but saying this would be too bad for the system.

So he could only patiently say, "Okay, okay, I'll check it myself, but can I trouble you to help me find out all the historical materials related to the house in the Red Moon?"

"Of course." 1551 readily agreed.

Li Yu snickered. After getting the historical data, he can judge the changes that the target has experienced based on what happened, which is roughly equivalent to the system sending the answer to him.

Wanting to fight him, the first brother is still a little tender.

In a space separated by a door.

Awang's body was fixed to the wall by a cloud of black smoke, and he was crying for Sheng Yiming to stop.

Pan Linlin was strangled by one of the man's hands, and black mist seeped out from the man's fingertips, like water snakes one after another into her mouth.

Her mouth was forced to open, protruding blue veins stretched out near the corners of her eyes, and the bloodshot covering the whites of her eyes burst, staining her already terrifying eyes, and blood and tears dripped down the corners of her eyes.

Li Yu was standing at the door of the bathroom, and was shocked when he saw this scene through the live broadcast.

Even stupid people can understand that Sheng Yiming wanted to kill Pan Linlin, no, to be precise, he should have wanted to kill Ah Xiang who lived in Pan Linlin's body.

Li Yu asked the system, "When did Ah Xiang get on Pan Linlin?"

1551, "When you fall asleep."

After thinking about it, the system intends to say something for the mission target, "But he warned Awang not to involve innocent people."

Li Yu's focus was a little off, "Why did you tell me this now, what else did you see?"

The system thought that I had seen too many things. I saw people in the bathroom biting people, and when I saw your man hugging you without letting go, and blowing in your ears.

"Nothing else, I just saw so much." 1551 said confidently, without any guilt.

Li Yu believed it and slammed into the door sideways, but the fragile wooden door did not move at all.

He sighed and could only continue watching the live.

Pan Linlin in the picture is like an inflated balloon, her cheeks, limbs, stomach, and various parts of her body are inflating. Something visible to the naked eye is squirming under the skin, trying to break away from the thin skin and get out.

Nga Wang realized something and howled like crazy, "You can't do this to her, she will die! Sister, sister..."

The grim-faced Pan Linlin suddenly changed her face. With those eyes with blood and tears, she looked in the direction of Nga Wang for help, struggling to squeeze out the broken words from her throat.

"Save me... Awang... Sister is so painful, you kill him quickly, hurry up..."

Nga Wang cried and begged for mercy, "Mr. Sheng, please let her go, she has never harmed anyone, it was my idea to kill Ding Lian, and it was also my idea to seize the house... Mr. Sheng, I beg you, you have to settle the account. to me."

"In the past, Ah Xiang would sacrifice others to fulfill himself?" Sheng Yiming asked back, but the strength in his hands did not diminish.

Pan Linlin's exposed skin, like a fragile piece of paper that was not only stretched by external forces, had cracks.

Nga Wang replied in a panic, "No, she is such a kind one, no..."

"You see clearly what she is." After Sheng Yiming finished speaking, more and more black mist poured into Pan Linlin's mouth.

She struggled in pain, and the pleading expression on her face just now became hideous again.

Under the bluish-white face, the dark-colored blood vessels turned into black threads, arrogantly twisting on the face, like the intertwined roots of a tree.

Dark red tears still flowed down his eyes, and the mottled flesh fell down in disgust.

At this time, there was no trace of Pan Linlin's face on that ghostly-stained face, which belonged to Ah Xiang.

Ah Xiang's voice was hoarse and sharp because it was smoked by the thick smoke, "Wang, save sister, sister is only your relative, you must save me... Kill him, kill him, kill them all, they Damn it!"

Nga Wang looked at the ghostly sister, who was already in a state of madness, and was a little dazed for a while.

The day he received the news of his sister's death, which happened to be New Year's Eve, the director of the township police station personally came to the township to deliver the death notice.

He was sitting on a small bamboo bench at the time, guarding the door like a statue.

Although there are only two of them, they are not as lively as other people's homes, but to him, A-jie is all the warmth. As long as A-jie is there, it will be warm in winter, and even a deserted home will be lively.

But Ngawang never thought that a death notice would be waiting for him.

That night, he held the thin piece of paper and stayed alone until dawn.

After the school started, Ngawang went through the suspension formalities, packed a few changes of clothes, took the tuition fees for the next semester that her sister had sent back, and set foot on the train.

According to the mailing address, Ngawang found the house where Ajie lived.

He still remembered that when the landlord who lived in the same building saw him, he complained in a dragging voice, "Are you A Xiang's younger brother? Oh, you finally came. If you didn't come, my house is also not. I don’t dare to clean it up, and I don’t dare to rent it to others casually.”

The landlord led him upstairs, opened the room, dragged him inside, and complained, "Come on, take care of what you need, throw it away if you don't need it, and clean it up well. By the way, Sprinkle some grapefruit leaf water to get rid of bad luck, there are people lining up to rent this house."

"I rent." Ngawang said.

The proprietress was stunned, "But I've already found a tenant."

Awang still remembers the expression on his face at that time, which was vicious and despicable, "Does the tenant know that the previous tenant of this house died? If he doesn't know, I can tell him for you."

If this is true, the house will not be easy to rent. The proprietress hurriedly said, "No, I will rent it to you, but according to your sister's previous rent."

"Okay."

After that day, Ngawang stayed there. He lay in the house for three days without eating or drinking, recalling every bit of the siblings with tears.

His father died early, his mother was three years old when he was three years old, A Xiang left them and ran away when he was eight years old, and his sister supported him.

Now that the sky is falling, he is sad and in pain, and doesn't know what to do.

Until one day, while cleaning the rental house, he found a mobile phone and a diary full of tears.