Chu Ping felt like the world was spinning for a while, and the things in front of him became a little blurry. Before he could take out the red background photo in his hand, he fell directly to the ground.
The woman's cold face appeared in front of him, and her scarlet eyes were like two red lanterns, hanging high above.
"For outsiders, I can only say that you are unlucky. When I saw the shrine in your hand, I didn't want to provoke you. After all, you can get the shrine from the second floor, which means that you at least have some
Means.
"What I didn't expect was that the grandmother next to me couldn't help but take action. Although I don't know why she didn't keep you, she was able to push you out of the room at that time. She probably wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife. After all,
She only wants the shrine in your hand, but I want you."
Chu Ping felt a wry smile in his heart. It was the first time a woman told him that she needed him, but he never expected that it would be like this.
Chu Ping looked at the woman who was as cold as ice just now, but now became a little crazy, and had to dare to speak.
"Women are indeed fickle."
At this time, the woman was surrounded by black mist, leaving only a pair of scarlet eyes flashing in the black mist.
The black mist spread and rolled towards Chu Ping.
White pieces of paper flew down from the walls on both sides, blocking Chu Ping's sight.
At this moment, the door of the room rang, and the voice of the old woman on the third floor came from outside.
"You little girl, you promised to wait for me, but you actually took action first."
Okay, this is another one to join in the fun.
The black mist dissipated and the woman showed her original appearance again.
"Hmph, you don't dare to kill her. I'll help you. You talk so much nonsense. When the time comes, his shrine will be yours. I just want him as a sacrifice."
Chu Ping, who was lying on the ground, listened to the discussion between the two and always felt that he was the pork on the chopping board, waiting for others to bargain about how to allocate himself.
Chu Ping was really on the verge of tears. The most important thing was that he was still discussing these things when he was sober, which always made people feel a little weird.
"I'm not as ruthless as you. In order to be resurrected, I can even sacrifice my own son. This guy can get the shrine from Old Man Li, which shows that he still has some tricks. I'm worried about an accident, so I'm here to help you.
I will take the shrine at that time, and the sacrifices will be yours."
The old lady seemed to feel that winning Chu Ping was a sure thing.
But Chu Ping, who was lying on the ground, was shocked after hearing what the old woman said. He didn't expect that woman who was as cold as a dead person could be so cruel.
"The black mist seems to be able to infinitely amplify the inner desires of all things, including ghosts. It is said that a tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds. How did this woman manage to do it?"
Chu Ping had seen the scene where the rickety old man was sacrificed on the second floor. It was so tragic that Chu Ping could hardly imagine how severely the little boy was tortured before he died.
"Crazy, really crazy."
Chu Ping suddenly found that this place seemed to be even more cruel than the scenes he had seen before. It seemed that this place really could not be called the human world. Instead, it was more appropriate to call it a ghost world.
The agreement between the old woman and the woman was reached, and no one seemed to care about Chu Ping's feelings at all.
A sudden cold wind blew up, black mist dispersed from around the woman, and the white paper money on the wall also moved with the wind, making a "swishing" sound.
The black mist rushed toward Chu Ping's face, completely covering him.
The old lady was alert to the changes around her with a serious look on her face.
As someone who knew the rickety uncle, the old woman did not believe that a young man could snatch the shrine away from him.
Not to mention the nonsense Chu Ping said just now about renting a house, the old lady didn't believe a word of it.
"Old man Li is moving? Humph, if he could move, he wouldn't wait until now."
When the old lady turned Chu Ping away, she had already thought that the things upstairs would come out again. She originally thought that after Chu Ping was torn to pieces by those things, she would go out and pick them up, but
Who would have thought that he would be cut off by the woman at the middle door.
At that time, the old woman was quite angry, but then she thought about it. Since this young man who calls himself "Xie Guoan" can get the shrine from the second floor, it is probably not something that a woman can handle.
After figuring out the key here, the old woman did not rush into the woman's house, but turned around and went downstairs.
"I want to see what happened to Old Man Li."
The old lady on the third floor quickly came to the second floor. As soon as she came to the door, the old lady felt that something was wrong.
Black mist filled the air, the door slowly opened, and black mist spewed out from the room.
The black fog slowly dissipated, and the broken glass in the room was scattered all over the floor, while the rickety old man was kneeling in the center of the room, his withered body like an evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell, his face full of ferociousness.
Seeing this scene, the old woman on the third floor did not take a step forward.
The door slowly closed, and the old woman looked towards the third floor again.
…
The old lady always felt that the person who could snatch the shrine from the rickety uncle had more than just this trick.
Seeing Chu Ping being gradually engulfed by the black mist, the old woman slowly felt uneasy in her heart.
Frowning her brows, the mist around the old woman began to spread.
Back then, she accidentally fell into the black mist, and her consciousness was always in a hazy state until the old woman met that person.
She remembered that person's appearance. When she saw him for the first time, the old woman recognized him.
She still remembered the hysteria when the man in front of her stood in the middle of the community and shouted, remembering.
I still remember the madness in his eyes when he was taken away by the police.
"If he wasn't sent to the hospital back then, how could he be here?"
The black mist was like turbulent sea water, constantly beating on their bodies.
The man was dressed in red, which looked particularly strange in the black mist.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
This was the first and last sentence that person said to the old woman.
"leave?"
Memories gradually emerged in her hazy mind, and the old woman remembered why she appeared here.
"The fire..."
When I looked at the man again, he had disappeared into the black mist, like a pebble thrown into the sea. There was no ripple at all, and he regained his composure.
The old woman's eyes were full of panic, and she immediately ran in the direction where the man disappeared, fearing that she would stay here if she ran too slowly.
…
"That person seems to be called Yu Fei."
The old woman standing in the cold woman's room recalled the scene back then.
"The first people who came out of the black mist didn't seem to have lost their minds. On the contrary, they were the people who came out collectively in the past month. Instead, they acted like madmen and rushed into the black mist every night. I really don't know why. It's like
It’s like there’s something inside that’s attracting them.”
