There was no way to clearly see the appearance of the person in front of me, and I could only barely see the person's exposed hands.

The hands revealed a dead gray color and were covered with a lot of soil, which looked strange and permeable.

"What the hell."

When the driver saw this scene, he was so frightened that he stepped on the accelerator.

However, the car did not jump out as expected. Instead, it lost control and did not respond at all.

"Is the car out of order?" The driver tried to step on it several times, but the car still didn't move.

Now he understood a little bit why there were so many stalled cars on the roadside.

But looking at the strange person blocking the car in front of him, the driver was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. He now realized that he seemed to have hit a ghost.

"Brother, how far is it from the destination?"

He Feng couldn't wait any longer. Now that the car couldn't start, he couldn't stay here forever.

"No, it's not that far. After crossing the road in front, you can see the community after turning a corner." The driver said nervously. He was still trying to start the car.

He Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I'll get out of the car and walk over."

After saying that, he opened the car door directly and walked out of the car.

Thick fog drifted outside, and the air was filled with a strange, indescribable coldness. This coldness penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making people shiver inexplicably.

But He Feng ignored him. He mustered up the courage, took the scarlet ax and struck directly at the strange man blocking the car.

With a strike of the ax, the strange man in front of him fell directly to the ground. There was no movement, and even the surrounding thick fog dissipated a lot.

He Feng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he could succeed so easily.

Just when the thick fog dispersed, he saw clearly the person lying down. No, it couldn't be called a human anymore. It was simply a corpse that had just been dug out of the grave. There was a smell of rot all over his body.

the breath.

He Feng trembled all over, woke up immediately, and then ran forward without looking back.

While running, he did not forget to remind: "Brother driver, take this opportunity to turn around and leave quickly. Don't stay here anymore."

It's strange to say that.

As the horrific corpse fell, the driver's car returned to normal and could be started.

The driver didn't dare to linger, so he turned around and left as fast as he could.

Now that the thick fog has dispersed for a moment, who knows if there will be another accident later.

He Feng heard the sound of the car leaving behind him, and he was slightly relieved. After all, he didn't want a kind-hearted driver to be killed by a ghost in a daze.

"Uncle Zhang's ax is very powerful. As long as it hits it, even the terrifying ghost will fall silent, but it seems that it cannot kill the ghost. After a while, the ghost will recover again. I must take advantage of this time to complete it.

mission, otherwise I will probably die in the thick fog next time."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this moment, He Feng's mind was inexplicably clear. He thought of the previous scene where Uncle Zhang dealt with the black hair, and analyzed a lot of things.

soon.

He Feng panted and ran to an old community.

"It should be here." He began to identify the specific location and looked for the residence named Liu Xiaoyu.

However, the thick fog that had dissipated before this time reappeared again.

"How could it be so fast?" He Feng was frightened and couldn't help but speed up his actions.

"Where is it? Which building is it in? Damn it, these old houses don't even have any signs on them."

He was anxious at the moment, spinning around the community like a headless fly, and what was even more fatal was that he found that the oil lamp in his hand was also going to go out at this time.

There isn't much oil left in the oil lamp, and I don't know how long it can last.

If the oil lamp goes out, He Feng suspects that something more terrifying will happen. He must complete the task before the oil lamp burns out.

"No, not this building."

He Feng entered a building and came out again. He found the wrong house. It was not Liu Xiaoyu's residence.

He had no choice but to run to another building.

Although there are many buildings in the community, he roughly determined the location after investigation.

"It should be one of the buildings in front." He Feng thought to himself.

But at this moment, there was actually the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the thick fog behind him.

He Feng felt a chill behind his back and quickly quickened his pace.

But his pace quickened, and the footsteps behind him also sped up.

He Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly stopped, raised his ax and looked back, only to see a thick fog behind him and nothing there.

He had no choice but to move on.

The oil lamp in his hand was still lighting up the front, and the dim light penetrated the thick fog, providing He Feng with a lot of vision.

But just when He Feng entered the next building, the oil lamp burned out and went out completely.

Without the oil lamp, He Feng finally felt the horror of the thick fog.

I couldn't see my fingers, I couldn't see my feet when I lowered my head, and my eyes were completely white. I felt like a blind person, my eyes were completely useless.

Fortunately, we were in the building. If we were outside, we would have been lost at the moment and it would be impossible to find the right place.

He Feng threw down the oil lamp, not wanting to be a burden. He touched the wall with one hand, held the ax in the other, and walked up the stairs.

Count one floor at a time to prevent yourself from going to the wrong floor.

But the heavy footsteps behind him sounded again, as if someone was following him and going upstairs.

He Feng felt horrified. He suppressed his fear and continued to walk forward.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, which made him feel like he was about to be caught up.

"You can't panic, you can't panic. If you panic now, I will be dead. I still have a chance. All I need to do is hit that thing with my axe. Then I can buy some more time." He Feng kept giving in.

Calm yourself down and warn yourself not to be defeated by fear.

Children are not playing house now, they are playing with their lives. If you make a mistake, you will be killed by the evil ghost behind you.

"Did those people in the past also deal with evil spirits like this?"

At this moment, He Feng understood how desperate it would be to truly encounter a powerful ghost.

Putting aside all the thoughts in his mind, he came to the door of a house on the tenth floor this time.

Looking at the house number on the door, He Feng became a little happy: "I found it, it's here."

But the door was locked and he couldn't get in at all.

He had no choice but to pick up the ax and hit the door.

The door was being destroyed rapidly, but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.

He Feng's hair stood on end at this moment, and he swung the ax back almost subconsciously.

In the thick fog, he felt like he had hit something.

"Success?"

He Feng heard the sound of heavy objects rolling downstairs, and then the thick fog in the corridor began to gradually dissipate. He suddenly felt the joy of escaping from death.

But time waits for no one, he still has unfinished business and must continue to work harder.

As he chopped down the door in front of him again and again.

Soon, the door was destroyed.

He Feng quickly walked into the room.

The room is not big, it is a very ordinary two-bedroom apartment. One of the rooms should be the bedroom of the old man named Liu Xiaoyu, and the other room is the study room.

He went straight to the study and began to rummage quickly, trying to find some useful information.

Most of the books in the study are miscellaneous books, and there are no records about Yang Jian.

He Feng was a little anxious now.

If he couldn't succeed, it would be impossible for him to leave here alive under the conditions outside.

"We will definitely find it. It's impossible not to record such important information." He Feng continued to search in the study.

The tidy study now became messy.

He Feng did not find the important information as smoothly as expected. He couldn't help but feel a little desperate at the moment. Maybe there was no written record of the real name of Yang Jian, and everything only existed in the memory of the old man Liu Xiaoyu.

In his memory, he just made a wasted trip this time.

Just as he was thinking this, the terrifying thick fog began to gather again.

My vision began to gradually become blurry.

"Maybe not in the study, but in the old man's bedroom."
To be continued...