There was a strange balance inside and outside the house.

The people outside the house did not notice it at all, and the elderly in the house watched them play mahjong quietly.

“Six.”

"Wait! No, no!"

"Why are you so fucking bad again?"

"Hehe, it's all right, just take the money."

There was a lot of cursing, and the residual cards were pushed down, and the sound of shuffling sounded.

"Are you still playing?"

A question came from the ground.

The triple-double arms that were shuffling came to an abrupt end.

The thin old man held a cigarette butt in his mouth, squinted his eyes and laughed: "Play, why don't you play? We have to stay until tomorrow morning. Why don't you play... Hum? Who said just now?"

His eyes widened a little, and he found that three friends who had been married and had their relatives raised their heads and looked behind him.

A shadow blocked the light outside the door. The thin old man turned around after realizing it and saw a slender backlit figure in front of the door.

"Who are you?"

"Exorcist."

A sound that does not contain other colors sounded.

"What? Who is the person?" The thin old man raised his ears.

Lu Li spoke again, and his lines changed: "...I am a Taoist priest."

"Taoist?" The murmur with an accent sounded, and the thin old man looked up and down suspiciously. Seeing that Lu Li was not like an ordinary person, he didn't say anything very urged: "We'll finish our invitations, we can't use you, go to another house to have a look."

"Are you sure?" Lu Li didn't feel that way. His eyes fell to the inner room, and his tone was calm: "The one inside should have watched you play cards for a long time."

They subconsciously turned their heads to look at the inner room in Lu Li's eyes, and at the same time they saw the thin old man sitting up from the coffin, wearing a moist dress with turbid eyes.

The four of them were covered in coldness and were as stupid as a wooden chicken.

"Go out, I'll solve it here." Lu Li said at this time.

The four people, who were tense all over, stood up tremblingly.

The thin old man's cigarette butt fell on the mahjong table, forgot to say anything, and rushed out of the bungalow with the other three people.

Land Li walked upstream and walked into the bungalow.

The smoke swayed in the outer room made him frown slightly, and he gently pushed down a cup of tea when passing by the mahjong table.

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The faint blue smoke rose, and the cigarette butts falling on the table were extinguished by the tea.

The pace did not stop, and Lu Li walked into the inner room all the way, and Yang Chunxue showed her figure behind her.

The four people hiding outside the door peeked at him and saw another ghost popping out. They were so scared that they didn't dare to look again and hid further.

The old man turned his head blankly and looked towards Lu Li. In Lu Li's sight, the illusory tentacles that were reduced to the thickness of wool penetrated the roof and extended into the top of the old man's head, leaving only the thickness of the hair at the end.

Maybe there was also a blood-colored tentacle in his body.

"He was just watching those people outside playing mahjong?"

Yang Chunxue looked at the old man curiously. He himself looked thinner than the black and white photos, and his bones were so thin that they highlighted their bones.

This is why Lu Li didn't take action rashly: unlike the two blood-colored tentacle hosts I encountered before, the host of this blood-colored tentacle showed no sign of decay.

Perhaps the blood-colored tentacles extending from the sky do not mean that they are related to the blood-colored tentacle host? Or there is another hidden story in it.

"Can you still talk?"

Lu Li walked left and right, saying to the old man who followed his head and turned stiffly.

"Young man..." The old man made a hoarse and cold sound. The turbid eyes had no focus and could not turn.

Just be able to communicate, Lu Li asked, "Do you still remember how you died?"

"I...walked on the road...being possessed by a ghost." The old man spoke slowly, jumping out one by one. Thinking and talking seemed very difficult for him.

"Then what."

"That ghost...used my body...goed home...and then, I died..."

Some information is missing, but it is enough for Lu Li to piece together the truth.

The body of a blood-colored tentacle host was rotting, and the ghost wandered around the world aimlessly. After meeting the old man, he subconsciously possessed himself and successfully leaned over, but the old man was already old and had not lasted for too long after the yin energy entered his body. He died before his body could even rot. So the previous blood-colored tentacle host left, and the ghost of the old man who also became the blood-colored tentacle host was separated and left on his body.

The old and slow reaction left him with only some instincts - this is also the reason why he sat up and watched people outside play mahjong for a long time after sitting up.

"young people……"

The old man called out a husky sound, his eyes were still turbid, his body was still stiff, but his consciousness became a little clearer.

"Am I... dead..."

Lu Li always told the truth: "Well, your photo is there. Don't turn your head, be careful that your head will fall."

The old man's cold mouth slightly touched the corners of his mouth: "Can you...please... help me?"

"If it's not too troublesome, you can." Lu Li nodded without refusing.

The old man's stiff neck drove his head, turned little by little, swept across every corner of the inner room, and finally frozen on the kang, motionless: "My, passbook... and the house book... in the kang stove... they can't find it... please... give it to my brother..."

His younger brother should be the one who played mahjong before, and he was four or five minutes apart.

"Woo... so touched."

Yang Chunxue let out a soft cry with unknown meaning, and her eyes were slightly red - it had nothing to do with the realm of resentful spirits, just because of the touch.

The level of resentment is very easy to be controlled by emotions. Normal compassion will be amplified to move, and ordinary gaps will be amplified to resentment.

From this point of view, it is extremely close to the well-known evil spirit: killing people for life regardless of the reason.

Lu Li opened the stove beside the kang, rolled up his sleeves and reached into the ashes for a while, and then pulled out a bag of plastic bags.

There are several books inside.

"It's...this."

The old man said stiffly, "I fulfilled my last wish, and he felt relieved, and his energy and spirit quickly escaped from his body.

But the next moment, the old man hugged his head, and his cold face covered with gullies rose up ferociously: "Young man, my head... hurts so much!!!"

In the old man's hoarse howl, his eyebrows broke open, and a blood-colored tentacle emerged from his skull like a sprout.

It stayed on the old man's skull, neither the living Lu Li nor the living Yang Chunxue were moved.

Lu Li knew that this might be related to the fact that he had eaten the blood-colored tentacle. So the question is, should we eat this blood-colored tentacle again...

Suddenly, a huge black shadow flashed in front of him, smashing down with the aura of coldness.

Bang!

The bench scattered, the coffin exploded, and the black cube yin energy, one meter square, was included in the attack range together with the old man's head.

The coffin fell to the ground and scattered. Yang Chunxue dissipated the yin energy from the wreckage, revealing the old man's shrunk head.

"It's solved!" Yang Chunxue raised her head and put her hips on her face, waiting for the praise.

"... Thank you for your hard work." The palm of your hand heated up, and Lu Li said nothing, turned around and walked out of the house.

The blood-colored tentacle that extended down in the sky had disappeared.

The unexpected part of this operation—

Lu Li's black eyes froze.
Chapter completed!