Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The dark sky is as dark as it is.

The lights were on at the residential window, and the streets without street lights were dim.

The convoy outside Song Hu's house has not yet dispersed, and as another car came not long ago, several figures walked into the door and increased.

Soon, a figure leaned out with a lantern, hung the pale lantern on the door, and then retracted back behind the door.

The slight noise crossed the high walls, and there seemed to be a funeral banquet in the yard.

On the side of the road less than 30 meters away from Song Hu's house, an old-fashioned Shari was parked quietly there, and the car was pitch black.

A silhouette of the driver's seat can be seen.

Lu Li waited in the car for a day, and in order to avoid the emergence of the thorns, Yang Chunxue was not released.

He couldn't guarantee whether Song Hu's ghost would notice Yang Chunxue's yin energy when it appeared and turned around and fled.

The screen of the phone lights up, and it darkens again after taking a look at the time.

During this quiet waiting, time passed quietly.

A few hours later, as the night approached, a soft hum suddenly sounded from the street.

Lu Li's eyes fell on the rearview mirror, and a figure swayed over ten meters behind the rear of the car.

"Sister, go forward boldly~"

The figure couldn't see clearly, his temples were eye-catching, and his old voice was also familiar.

The old Taoist Lu from Qianqing Temple.

Lu Li quietly watched Old Lu in the rearview mirror approaching, skipped straight past the car, and walked towards Song Hu's house with white lanterns hanging on it.

He didn't find Lu Li here too.

Lu Li frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that Old Dao Lu would appear here, and his target seemed to be the Song Hu family.

Whatever his purpose is, it is possible to disrupt the plan.

Lu Li pushed the door and got out of the car and quickly approached the old road.

You can't let him do something bad.

It just so happened that Lu Li had a new question to ask.

...

A soothing and relaxing piano rang from the room and flowed in the corridor.

The melody lasted for several seconds and suddenly came to an abrupt end, and the sound of the keys echoed.

"What's wrong..." Han Lan appeared at the door, and the coffee in her hand was hot.

Wu Zihao turned his head slightly shocked, and when he saw that it was his wife, he smiled bitterly: "My mind is messy. Maybe it's because I'm confused when I just moved, so I'll take a break early and write tomorrow."

Han Lan approached the piano room and placed the coffee by the table: "I have made the coffee."

"Drink it tomorrow, it will be cool and refreshing." Wu Zihao fell down the cover of the piano and sorted out the musical draft written today.

Han Lan talked about other topics: "What's going on next door? I just saw a white lantern hanging at their door. Isn't it dead?"

"It doesn't matter, it's not our new home anyway." Wu Zihao didn't care much.

"Can……"

Wu Zihao pulled his wife, who was reluctant to speak, sat on her lap, put her waist and whispered: "I know you still have complaints. It would be nice to buy such a big house for only tens of thousands, right?"

Han Lan broke free from the angrily, got up and walked towards the door: "I'll go to bed first, and I'll get up at six o'clock tomorrow to take Xiaorou to kindergarten."

"Wait for me."

Wu Zihao took a piece of white paper and covered the coffee to prevent the dust from falling, and turned off the lights in the piano room and chased them out.

Bang.

The door closed and the piano room behind him fell into darkness.

Back in the bedroom, the couple had no choice but to see their daughter in pajamas playing with Beibei.

"You should go to bed." Han Lan put her hips on her hips and walked into the room to pick up her daughter.

Beibei wanted to jump up and play with the little master, but Han Lan patted her head lightly, so she had to follow the family of three with her tail hanging down and come to the bedroom at the end of the corridor.

He carried his daughter to the bed, covered her quilt, and then drooled her forehead. The couple stepped back to the door, said good night, turned off the light, and closed the door casually.

The room was so dark that it was pleasant to see, and a thin human-shaped outline suddenly appeared on the ceiling on the bed.

"ah--!"

Babe's eyes widened and screamed in horror.

The door that had not been closed was pushed open and the lights were on. The couple was stunned to see their daughter pointing at the ceiling and crying: "There is someone on the ceiling!"

When the couple heard this, their hair stood up and subconsciously looked up, but there was nothing else except the white ceiling.

Having no choice but to look at each other, Han Lan walked to the bed to comfort her for a while, then called the golden retriever over, carried it to the bed and said, "Beibei is not afraid, are you?"

"Well..." Rouer nodded timidly, and her little hand grabbed the edge of the quilt.

Han Lan sighed and retreated to the door and turned off the light: "Stop scaring us anymore."

Click.

The two of them exited the room.

As the door closed, the last ray of light disappeared.

“Woo…”

Rou'er retracted into the quilt in fear.

The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, and the golden retriever lay beside him and pressed the quilt.

With Beibei accompanying him, Rouer plucked up her courage and quietly poked her head out, staring at the chaotic room, blinking.

"It's impossible for Rou'er to really see something..."

On the way back to the room, Han Lan muttered in a low voice.

Wu Zihao started to fight, not caring at all: "Don't scare yourself, and don't scare me."

"Huh? The wallpaper is broken."

Han Lan stopped and frowned and looked at the knee-height wallpaper to break a gap, revealing the white wall behind it.

The break was next to my daughter's bedroom, but they didn't notice it when they came to see the room in the morning.

Wu Zihao gently pushed his wife forward and said helplessly: "It's not a problem. If you think the wallpaper is not good, let's change it tomorrow."

"No, it's not troublesome enough..."

The two returned to their bedroom, changed their pajamas and turned off the lights early to go to bed.

They were busy moving for a day and were a little tired.

Bang.

Wu Zihao turned off the desk lamp on the bedside table.

The moment the room was dark, a dry human-shaped outline flashed across the ceiling.

...

"Master Lu."

The sudden sound behind him scared the Taoist senior. He saw who was calling him clearly and suddenly changed color.

"Stalking me!"

"I came earlier than you." Lu Li replied.

The old Taoist also realized this, took a few steps back and distanced him from Lu Li, and asked in a question: "Why are you here for your job... to compete with me for work with the old Taoist?"

"I'm investigating a missing case, and Song Hu is probably an insider."

Lu Li was sure that the old Taoist might have come from Song Hu's soul, so he did not hide it.

The old Taoist exclaimed and reexamined Lu Li: "Are you an official?"

"Um."

There are not much differences between ghost messengers and officials.

The old Taoist was half-believing and half-doubted, and hummed a few times, "I have no objection to you when you come to examine the four people, but his soul must be handed over to me to salvation."

"I can do it myself." Lu Li replied.

Of course he wouldn't let the veteran steal the head.

"Hmph... I can't trust you." The old Taoist ignored Lu Li and turned around to approach Song Hu's house.

Lu Li followed closely behind and slowed down when he was by the door. He came during the day, and when he went in at night, he might be suspicious.

The old Taoist had no such concern. He took out the compass from his arms like a magic trick and jumped into the iron gate.

"It's here!" A righteous shout rang out from behind the door.
Chapter completed!