"Then what?" I began to lose my patience because Li Chi spoke too slowly.
When I asked Li Chi, he immediately became a little nervous. I saw the beads of sweat on his face were as big as soybeans. He hesitated and said some nonsense, and then he said slowly: "They lifted Haoran and lifted Haoran."
He was crucified alive on the top of the subway, and they said it was...a sacrifice..."
"Blood sacrifice..." I whispered, feeling horrified. Although I had already known how Haoran died, when I heard Li Chi repeat this incident, it was still a little hard for me to accept it.
Li Chi's father and mother obviously did not expect that Li Chi and Haoran would experience such a terrifying scene. Both of them were a little collapsed. Even Lao Mao and Da Huang, two people who were used to the world, had some changes in their expressions.
, obviously reacted greatly to this incident.
However, for me, what Li Chi said was not enough. He only saw a few people in white robes and a young man who looked very similar to Haoran, but he did not know the identities of those people. Although I
I know that that young man is most likely Wang Haoran's cousin Haotian, but after all, my one-sided words are not enough. I have to let Li Chi recognize him.
Therefore, if the four major families can really understand the Wang family's conspiracy, Li Chi must confront Wang Haotian on the spot.
However, judging from Li Chi's current mental state, it is almost impossible for him to confront the Wang family. As long as Wang Haotian has a little experience, he can directly defeat Li Chi's psychological defense.
After telling this incident, Li Chi's spirit relaxed a little. He was sweating profusely and his eyes were empty. Li Chi's mother hugged Li Chi distressedly and whispered: "Son, you have suffered...
…”
Li Chi's father quickly took us to the corridor and asked: "Guys, what should you do if you look at this situation now? Is it true that Haoran's ghost has come to haunt my son and demand his life? But my son also
He was just a child, and he really couldn't save Haoran at that time."
I nodded and said: "Uncle, don't worry. Haoran's ghost is indeed here, but he won't appear during the day. We might as well wait until night. When Haoran comes again at night, the three of us will have a good time with him.
Let's talk some sense into it and see if we can send him away."
Li Chi's father still felt uneasy, but he had no other choice but to go to the window at the end of the corridor to smoke, one after another.
I glanced at Li Chi in the room, and he seemed to have fallen asleep. These few nights were indeed a great torture for him, which is why his spirit was so weak.
Lao Mao and I waited quietly for the evening to arrive. In a blink of an eye, it was already past seven o'clock. Li Chi's mother roughly prepared some meals, and we went to the living room on the first floor to prepare meals.
At this moment, a security guard suddenly knocked on the door and came in, saying that two people had come outside the nursing home. They seemed to be specifically visiting Li Chi. Li Chi's father was a little confused and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect there were quite a lot of guests today."
After saying that, he quickly apologized to us and followed the security guard out to greet the guests.
As soon as Li Chi's father left, Old Mao frowned and asked in a low voice: "Who do you think came to visit Li Chi?"
Dahuang curled his lips and said, "Who knows, maybe it's a relative of Li Chi. After all, if such a big thing happened to his child, a relative would come to see it, right?"
But I felt something was wrong in my heart, and asked, "Do you think it's possible that someone from the Wang family came here to kill people and silence them?"
After hearing this, Dahuang took a breath and said: "Lin Yang, don't scare us. The Wang family are all ghosts. They can just sneak in quietly. Why do you have to come in through the front door and notify us?"
Does Li Chi's father know?"
The old cat gave us a faint look and said, "Whoever he is, we will find out in a minute."
As soon as I heard what Lao Mao said, I knew that it was pointless to continue arguing. After all, we had to protect Li Chi's comfort. Even if the entire Wang family's ghosts came, we couldn't escape.
Half an hour later, I heard footsteps outside, accompanied by a very familiar voice, which seemed to be a kind voice.
But after I heard this kind voice, I suddenly had a bad feeling in my heart, because I had already figured out who the person was.
Sure enough, as soon as the door opened, I saw three people walking in together. The leader was of course Li Chi's father, followed by two, one was Haoran's father Wang Yamin, and the other was the great monk Lingzhao!
I felt a thump in my heart, knowing that I was really afraid of something. I didn't expect that these two mainstays of the Wang family in the world would appear here together.
I quickly whispered to Lao Mao and Da Huang: "These two are here, so be careful."
Lao Mao and Da Huang met Wang Yamin and the great monk on the day Haoran was buried, and the great monk kicked them out at that time, so Lao Mao and the others must be very familiar with them.
Dahuang obviously still harbored a grudge against the great monk and silently glared at him.
Li Chi's father seemed to think that we didn't know each other, so he quickly came over and introduced: "Lin Yang, these two are the elders of Haoran's family, Mr. Wang, Master, this is..."
Before I finished speaking, the great monk came over with a smile, patted me on the shoulder and said, "I know Lin Yang. He is a good friend of Haoran and Li Chi. You don't need to introduce me. We are all old friends."
Already."
Li Chi's father quickly smiled awkwardly and said: "It's good to know each other, it's good to know each other." Then he turned to me and said: "Lin Yang, it just so happens that Haoran's grandfather is an eminent monk, and they also heard that Haoran is coming back... coming back
I was bothered about Li Chi, so I came here to help Li Chi send Haoran away, oh...I'm so grateful."
But I secretly screamed something bad. I understand the great monk’s conspiracy very well. When we were at the cemetery, he had already said that he would never let Li Chi live, because apart from me, Li Chi was the only one
Someone who knows the truth.
However, this old monk looks kind and kind, and has a solemn appearance. He does not look like a bad person at all. In addition, he is a family member of Haoran. Li Chi's father will never doubt that this master will treat Li Chi.
On the downside, if you doubt it, the old cat and Dahuang behind me look more like bad guys.
Sure enough, Li Chi's father almost didn't say anything to us, and took the old monk and the two of them directly upstairs, apparently heading straight to Li Chi's room.
As soon as they left, I immediately asked: "Old Cat, Dahuang, what should I do now? The old monk is a cunning and cunning hypocrite. If he gets close to Li Chi, Li Chi's life will be in danger!"
Dahuang also shook his head repeatedly and said: "The Wang family is too cruel, but in full view of the public, the Wang family wouldn't want to just kill people and silence them, right?"
The old cat said coldly: "There are many ways to kill people. Haoran has been here before. If he wants to kill Li Chi, Haoran's one evil ghost is enough. This time they come here and killing Li Chi may be their secondary purpose. I
I think their real purpose should be to take away Haoran."
Dahuang and I were a little confused and asked quickly: "Take Haoran away? What does this mean?"
The old cat said: "Although Haoran succeeded in becoming a powerful ghost, he must have resented the people who killed him during his lifetime, and the people who killed him were his closest family members. In this way, Haoran accumulated resentment and was unwilling to continue.
Being with the Wang family, the Wang family must have a headache..."
I nodded, and then I understood what the old cat meant. I speculated and said: "The purpose of the old monk's coming this time is actually to take Haoran away and persuade him to return to the Wang family and become a member of the Wang family."
Are you a member of the Li Gui group?"
The old cat nodded and confirmed my guess.
Dahuang crossed his legs and said with a broken face: "We will talk about Haoran later. Now that the great monk is here, does it mean that Li Chi's life is doomed?"
When I heard that Dahuang brought up this difficult problem again, I frowned and said quickly: "Yes, we have to find a way to save Li Chi's life..."
Old Mao looked out the window and whispered: "Li Chi is not in danger now. Even if the Wang family has hands and eyes, they will never kill anyone. If Li Chi is in danger, it will definitely be at night, because there is no such thing as
The method of killing is more cost-effective than a ghost seeking life..."
Dahuang asked: "Then what should we do now?"
The old cat's eyes were wandering outside the window. I saw a determined look on his face, and I only heard him say one word: "Wait."
The old monk and Li Chi's family were always upstairs, and it was very quiet upstairs. It seemed that nothing happened before dark.
The three of us sat on the first floor, slowly eating and drinking tea.
I was always nervous, but Lao Mao and Da Huang remained calm. There were countless evil spirits in the Wang family. If they really wanted Li Chi's life, I felt that just the three of us would not be able to save anything.
It was dark in a blink of an eye, and there was no light except for a few street lamps on the path outside the villa.
This sanatorium was originally a secluded place, located deep in the mountains. At night, the surrounding area was as quiet as death.
The old cat is always staring out the window. I don't know what he is waiting for.
Until about nine o'clock in the evening, the old cat suddenly trembled, stood up, and whispered to Dahuang: "Dahuang, are you ready?"
Dahuang smiled: "It has been prepared for a long time."
The old cat whispered: "They are coming..."
I was still thinking about what the old cat meant by "they are coming", but at this moment, I suddenly heard a strange sound, which was the harsh sound of fingernails scraping against the glass...