When the old woman on the third floor saw Chu Ping holding the shrine and not letting go, she knew that she had no chance of getting it, so she stopped keeping Chu Ping.
After waiting for a commotion outside, Chu Ping was allowed to leave the house.
"Young man, the group of people outside has passed. Grandma, I won't keep you here. But take my advice and don't come out before dawn. You can't believe the words of the woman in the second room. Her son is dead.
, my mind is a little unclear."
Chu Ping was pushed out of the door by the old woman on the third floor in a daze.
The newly lit fire has not been extinguished yet. It is shaking its body in the brazier. Sparks splash outside from time to time, and then turn into black ashes and dissipate in the air.
The black mist began to spread in the corridor at some point, and the flames in the brazier were completely extinguished in an instant.
Facing the sudden change, Chu Ping had a wry smile on his face.
"The old lady has done harm to people. Didn't you say it's over? This is obviously just the beginning."
As the black mist spread, everything in front of him became blurry, and Chu Ping felt as if something was about to burst out of his body.
Chu Ping clasped the shrine in his hand tightly, but at this time, the shrine was like a useless ornament.
"Even you are on strike?"
Chu Ping now has the heart to smash the shrine in his hand.
"It's better to go downstairs first."
Now Chu Ping seems to have no choice at all. The old woman on the third floor has evil intentions, and she doesn't even know what's going on on the fourth floor. So Chu Ping's best choice now is to return to the second floor and wait until the black fog passes.
, and then redo the calculation.
But it was already past nine o'clock, and Chu Ping was not allowed to waste any more time.
"Why don't you go to the old lady's place to hide for a while?"
Chu Ping took the swing stick in his hand and weighed it twice, then glanced at the lock of the old grandma's door twice, as if he was calculating how many blows he could use to break open the old grandma's door.
"Sometimes violence is the solution to everything."
Just when Chu Ping was about to smash the black swing stick against the door lock, the door behind him suddenly opened, and the woman who had just come out before stood in front of the door.
"Come to my place and hide for a while."
The woman's expression was still so indifferent.
Chu Ping, who was holding the swing stick, glanced at the woman with some embarrassment. The woman looked indifferent, as if she didn't even see the swing stick in Chu Ping's hand, and turned around and walked into the room.
"Why do people on this floor like to leave the door open to outsiders?"
Chu Ping was naturally happy to have a place to hide from the black mist outside. He hurriedly inserted the stick in his hand into his lower back, and then entered the woman's room door.
But when he passed by the brazier in front of the door, Chu Ping didn't dare to look at it.
"Sister, I will leave when the dark fog outside has passed."
Chu Ping had just seen the little boy turn into the third floor with his own eyes. Although after he followed him, there was no trace of the little boy, but Chu Ping felt that the little boy had most likely entered the woman's house.
After all, behind the brazier in front of the woman's house, there is a black and white photo of a little boy.
"I don't know what the relationship is between a woman and a little boy."
Chu Ping secretly looked at the woman sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a tight black dress that completely revealed her figure. Combined with her cold expression on her face, it made Chu Ping feel cold all over.
"There is no need to worry. Just stay here now. Don't worry, I have no intention of attacking the shrine in your hand."
Chu Ping didn't expect the woman to be so direct. For a moment, Chu Ping didn't know how to answer.
"Um...thank you."
"Do you want a drink of water?"
"don't want!"
Chu Ping's decisive answer made the woman feel a little surprised. She seemed to have never thought about what she said that could make the man in front of her have such a big reaction.
"Sister... Who is the grandma next to me? Why do I feel like she is particularly interested in the shrine in my hand?"
Now that the woman has made her words clear, Chu Ping no longer hides them.
There was also a small room in the corner of the woman's room. Chu Ping noticed it as soon as he entered the room.
"She is not a human being. I am the only living person on this floor."
The woman's expression was still indifferent, as if she was talking about a very trivial matter.
Chu Ping took a breath. Although he had some guesses about such a result, when he heard it from the woman's mouth, he felt even more horrified.
Just like the person you just talked to for a lot, and someone suddenly tells you that she is dead, that kind of horrifying feeling can be said to rush straight to your head in an instant.
"If you don't believe it, when you go out later, you can go to the brazier at the door and have a look. Her photos are displayed there."
What the woman said was true.
"As for why she wants the shrine in your hand, it's probably because she also has the same shrine, but it must have been lost in the end, so she wants to use the shrine in your hand to achieve the purpose of rebirth."
This is not the first time Chu Ping has heard of the word rebirth.
When we were on the second floor, the rickety uncle said that the shrine could resurrect the one-eyed grandma.
"Is it Yu Fei's fault again?"
Chu Ping's brows were twisted into knots. His impression of Yu Fei at first was that he was just a psychopathic doctor. Later, when he got to know more about him, he realized how scary he was. But now it seems that Yu Fei is not just scary.
, and seems to have certain ambitions.
Everything he is doing now seems to be setting up a plan. As for the final purpose of the plan, only Yu Fei probably knows it.
"and you······"
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your shrine. The little boy you saw before is my son." When the little boy was mentioned, the woman's expression changed for the first time. There was a trace of sadness and a trace of sadness in her eyes.
Regret, "I should have been optimistic about him at the beginning, Kuromigo
When I first got up, no one cared what it was. My son wanted to go out and have a look. I didn't care at that time. I just thought that he would come back after playing outside as usual. But who would have thought that what would happen next?
But what came was another news, he was missing."
Chu Ping, who was standing at the door holding the shrine, clearly saw a tear slipping from the corner of the woman's eye.
"I knew he was playful, so I waited here for him to come back, one day, two days, three days... I waited here for half a year, but he still didn't come back. I knew that my son was probably dead.
, at that time many people had begun to accept their fate, and some who did not accept their fate would still rush into the black mist every night, either to look for their relatives or to explore the secrets hidden in the black mist."