The rickety uncle's shriveled body was lying at the door of the room. His cloudy eyes were now white, and his sallow face looked like a mummy that had just stepped out of the pyramid.
"What a madman."
Chu Ping glanced at the rickety uncle and sighed.
The rickety uncle just had a stronger obsession, which led to him finally falling into it and being unable to extricate himself. When he saw that there was no hope of his wife's resurrection, for him, maybe there was really no reason to live.
"He seems to be still alive."
Lou Bin frowned. He didn't like the rickety uncle at all. If Chu Ping hadn't stopped him just now, he would have let him feel the pain of the sacrificers.
"The best he can do is survive until dawn. Let him fend for himself here."
Chu Ping turned around and looked at the room where the shrine was enshrined. A strong stench wafted out from inside, making people sick.
"It should have something to do with the shrine inside."
Chu Ping took out the flashlight from his backpack. His previous flashlight had run out of power a long time ago. The one he was using now was the one from Lin Tian's house of horror.
"The brightness should be enough."
Chu Ping shined the light into the room. The skull specimens hanging on both sides of the wall looked like soldiers standing on both sides waiting for review. Although their expressions were different, they were uniform, with pupils full of whites.
He looked blankly at Chu Ping.
"I seem to understand why Yu Fei is eyeing this rickety old man."
Chu Ping looked at the artworks of the rickety uncles on both sides and felt a little scared. He always felt that those artworks seemed to have come alive.
At that moment, Chu Ping was in a trance, as if the end in front of him was not leading to a shrine, but to the Abi Hell full of evil spirits.
It was a kind of fear originating from the heart. Chu Ping raised his legs slightly, but did not take a step for a long time.
At this moment, at the end of the darkness, the shrine seemed to move. Chu Ping looked stern and was about to step back. Then, the shrine originally placed on the case began to float up and down.
The shrine floated up so suddenly that Chu Ping didn't even react. The dark shrine was already in front of him.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Chu Ping had already held the swing stick behind him in his hand, but when he heard the sound, he stopped and looked behind the shrine carefully.
I saw a plump figure emerging from behind the shrine.
At first, Chu Ping just thought it looked familiar. When he saw the face, he finally recognized who the person who appeared behind the shrine was.
"Tou?"
Just now Ah Tou floated towards here, Chu Ping guessed that it was probably looking for the gray mist that was hiding, but Chu Ping really didn't expect to see them here.
"It's convenient for Ah Tou to have a body, but what is the aesthetic of this gray mist? How did it become so..."
Chu Ping looked at Ah Tou, who was like a hill, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of any adjectives to use to describe him.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Tou said he likes this look."
Lou Bin stood behind Chu Ping and took on the role of translator.
When Chu Ping came out of the room, only him and a shrine in his hand were left.
"It will be easier for you to move around. Please stay inside for a while."
Ever since Chu Ping knew that Lou Bin's red background photo could store other ghosts, he was reluctant to let A Tou stay in his backpack. After all, it was a living head. If someone discovered it,
I guess I couldn’t explain it even if I jumped into the Yellow River.
Finally, there was the gray mist. He was considered a new member. Chu Ping had the intention to let it return to the diary, but Ah Tou, who had a body, refused to let the gray mist leave at all, and even swallowed it in one gulp.
Seeing this, Chu Ping had no choice but to throw the gray mist into the red background photo. In this way, Lou Bin's red background photo looked much livelier.
A dark-faced man sat in the middle of the photo with a resentful look on his face, as if he was dissatisfied with Chu Ping's arrangement, but because of his boss's power, he dared not speak out in anger.
On the side, Ah Tou didn't care about Lou Bin's feelings and jumped directly onto Lou Bin's head, looking at the gray mist hiding in the corner with a wicked smile.
The gray mist had already shrunk into a ball, hiding in the corner, shivering, like a child who had encountered a bad boy.
“It’s such a joyful time.”
Chu Ping put the red background photo into his pocket with satisfaction.
"Fourth floor, I want to see what the difference is."
The black mist has not dissipated yet, and it even seems to be getting darker.
"The shrine seems to be of some use."
The shrine is not big, so Chu Ping wanted to put it in his backpack, but the reddish-brown diary inside moved on its own, and then a line of large blood-red characters appeared on the blank page.
"If you dare to put it in your backpack, I will make you a sacrifice."
No need to ask, with such a tone and attitude, even with his eyes closed, Chu Ping knew that it was Sister Jiang who had spoken.
So in this damp and dark corridor, a man walking around holding a shrine appeared.
With the shrine in hand, the feeling that my soul was being pulled just now is gone.
Chu Ping stood in front of the door. When he looked upstairs, the scene there immediately sent a chill down his spine.
He saw a pair of eyes staring directly at him from the stairs on the third floor.
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the other party as well.
"The residents upstairs?"
Chu Ping believed that there should be more than one household like the rickety uncle in this building, so when Chu Ping saw the eyes appearing on the stairs on the third floor, his first thought was that the residents on the third floor had also come out.
"Are you a neighbor on the third floor? I'm on the second floor..."
Before Chu Ping finished speaking, the eyes at the stairs on the third floor disappeared, and then a thin figure ran towards the corridor on the third floor.
"Is it a child?"
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. He never thought that the owner of those eyes that appeared at the top of the stairs was actually a child who looked only seven or eight years old.
"My children should like that I am so affable."
Chu Ping turned on the flashlight and shined it upstairs. He could vaguely see some conditions on the third floor.
"Kid? Where are you? It's very dangerous outside."
As soon as Chu Ping finished speaking, he felt something floating down from the third floor and then landed on his face.
Chu Ping reached out and took the thing off his face.
