"Pop" - the crisp sound of glass flying out and throwing on the floor.

Gu Chuan clenched his fists so hard that his finger bones turned white. He stood in the room and stared at the broken photo frame on the ground. The photo fell out.

He hurriedly leaned down to pick it up, looking at a loss. His hand was accidentally cut open by a piece of glass. Gu Chuan took back his finger in pain, and saw blood coming out of his fingertips like flowers.

Blood fell drop by drop on the photo.

Memories came to Gu Chuan like a flood, and scenes from ten years ago appeared before his eyes like an old movie.

inside the hospital,

The boy remained silent and sat on the white bed, staring blankly in one direction. There was no expression on his face, and there was an unhealed scar on his open palm.

The young man who came in first glanced at the boy on the hospital bed, then looked out the window, and then shouted enthusiastically: "Hello, little brother, the weather is nice today, do you want me to take you out for a walk again?"

He smiled brightly, but the boy did not turn his head, as if he regarded the coming person as nothing.

The young man said habitually: "Let's go, Gu Chuan."

Hearing the name, the boy finally reacted. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The young man walked up to him naturally, took his hand and walked to the lawn outside the courtyard.

Along the way, the two did not communicate with each other verbally, and the boy's expression remained dull, which was not the look a child should have.

The nurses in the corridor were whispering to each other, nothing more than discussing the child's affairs.

"I heard that this child was locked in the garage by his father."

"Stop talking. I heard from my friend that this was very evil. They said it was child abuse. However, only this child survived, and the man died."

"I heard from the children's neighbors that the father usually has a gloomy face. Everyone is shocked when they see him. I also heard that the man was once a Taoist priest. Hush, he is here."

The boy approached the group of nurses, glanced at a few of them with indifferent eyes, then lowered his head and let the young man lead him out.

The nurses all stretched their heads, and one of them pushed the others, "Forget it, don't talk about this. The child looked very pitiful. When he was first sent to the hospital, he had been relying on infusions. His health was extremely poor.

I thought I wouldn’t survive the night.”

After that, everyone stopped talking, and the woman glanced in the direction of the boy.

"Sister Chen, I heard that you are resigning?" The young nurse on the side pulled her over and signaled her what else to read. Didn't she say that we didn't want to talk anymore?

She nodded and came to her senses, "My husband bought a shop outside my community. This job is not suitable for me at the moment. I still plan to go back and run a fruit stall with him."

"How can you get a higher salary from selling fruits than we do? Haven't your children already paid for college? You are so proud that you rarely ask your family for money." The little nurse didn't understand very much.

The woman smiled and said she didn't understand. Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar cost money. Besides, nurses work shifts every day. She is old and her body has long been unable to bear it.

The little nurse said oh, then moved closer and asked, "I heard that your community is the one where the child lives? Is this true? Is what everyone said true?"

I saw a curious look on her face.

The woman turned around and saw the boy going to the yard, so she turned back and said seriously: "Rumors stop only for the wise. Don't talk nonsense about this."

The boy tilted his head slightly and looked at the woman over there. At this time, the young man above his head spoke.

"Little brother, compared to the ward filled with the smell of disinfectant, the air outside is fresher."

The boy did not answer his words, but silently walked to the bench, sat down, and began to be in a daze again, watching the patients coming and going, not knowing what was going on in his head.

Seeing this, the young man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The scene in the garage had left a great shock on him. He wanted to get some words out of the boy, but in the end he just watched him in a daze every day.

"Uncle policeman." A childish voice sounded. The young man's expression was startled and he stared at the boy. He spoke?

At this moment, the phone in his pocket beeped, and the young man cursed inwardly, why did it happen at this time, so he quickly took out the phone and glanced at the boy again inadvertently.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth.

"he died."

"he died."

Two voices intertwined in the young man's mind at the same time, "Who?" For a moment, he didn't know who to ask.

After a while, his hand dropped suddenly, stared at the boy in disbelief, and murmured, "The master is dead, is he dead?" A sobbing voice came from the phone. That was his master's wife. His master committed suicide.

Just now.

"Xiao Zhou, you...come here quickly." The woman cried helplessly and looked at the man on the floor in panic.

It was a huge oil pan, with hot oil sputtering on the ground. A man was covered in red and swollen, and his upper body was naked. His head was stuck in the pot that had been knocked over to the floor. His whole body was curled up in pain.

The woman who returned home witnessed this horrific scene with her own eyes. Her husband turned around and smiled strangely at her. In front of him was a pot of boiling hot oil. Then, amidst the woman's frightened voice, she saw him plunge his head into the pot of hot oil.

They were knocked over and some even spilled on women.

With a bang, the woman fell to the ground, with large and small blisters on her body. Tears flowed out uncontrollably. After making the call, her original crying gradually became heavier, and her hands and feet shook uncontrollably.

As he took a breath, those eyes stared at the man.

Countless blisters flowed on the floor along with the man's red blood.

"vomit--"

Zhou Guangxue put away his cell phone and realized that something was wrong. He felt panicked. The boy's words rang out again. His face was very calm and his eyes were looking straight into the distance.

"He will come back. He is dead, but he will come back."

Zhou Guangxue bit his lower lip and ignored the boy. His eyes turned red and he hurried towards the hospital door. He thought he was calm enough, but he still couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.

His wife's words lingered in his mind, and with the two words the boy said, the uneasiness in his heart became clearer and clearer.

The boy looked at the young man's leaving figure with an eerily calm look on his face, and continued to say unfinished words, "My dad, he will come back..."

He lowered his head and spread his palms. Those were Gu Fangwen's original words, "Xiaochuan, call me, I'm here."

Gu Chuan murmured and picked up the fragments on the ground, completely ignoring the pain, "You lied to me, you clearly said you would come back, I called you, you are here."

That was the agreement between Gu Fangwen and Gu Chuan.

Gu Chuan threw the fragments into the trash can. The runes behind the photo frame completely disappeared the moment it shattered, which meant that he would never be able to return to this home.

He turned around and walked into Gu Fangwen's bedroom, "You said it. That's what you told me at the beginning, but why did you teach me not the life-sustaining technique, but the Corpse Transformation Curse!"

He faced the wall, no, the mummy in the wall, showing an extremely painful expression.

Gu Fangwen has always been here, he has been hiding in this wall, he thought he had hid it from everyone, but he was the one who was hid the most.

The Corpse Transformation Curse uses the blood of an infant as a guide to avoid entering the Eight Hells of Suffering and the Path of Reincarnation, and is sealed in eternal sleep, also known as the cage of the soul.

Gu Fangwen sealed his soul into his body, and with Gu Chuan's blood, he walked home step by step and hid in the wall. The runes on the photo frame were part of the corpse-turning curse, called containment.

Once every ten years, the zombie will absorb all the blood of the young son when the Yin evil is victorious. This is why Gu Fangwen asked Gu Chuan to leave the house, because the containment time has come.

But Gu Chuan couldn't figure out why he would do this and why he would lie to himself.

Gu Chuan had always believed in Gu Fangwen, no matter what, he had trusted Gu Fangwen unconditionally. But after his death, everything changed. He became aimless, not knowing what to do or what to do, just to live.

alive.

Ordinary person, Gu Chuan chuckled. Zhou Guangxue once said that he was an ordinary person, but Gu Chuan knew that he was not even as good as an ordinary person.

He has a dream, which is to open a small shop, but this is nothing more than self-comfort, just trying to find a goal for himself so that he can live a clear life.

"Haha, my life turns out to be so boring." Gu Chuan came to the living room, held the book in his hand, and looked at the statue, as if thinking about something, "Gu Fangwen, you want to avoid me like this, but I don't want to

It will be as you wish." Gu Chuan grinned and pointed at the wall with a smile.

I will find a way to break the corpse curse.

Some black resentment emerged from the wall little by little. Gu Chuan noticed, "What? When I'm awake, can your obsession be used against me?" He said it obviously with a smile, but Gu Chuan said

Chuan felt a chill in his heart.

"Run...run."

This is Gu Fangwen's obsession, and the zombies also have it. This is interesting, because the soul is not completely closed after all, so that's why it happened.

"Why did you let me run?" Gu Chuan said to himself, "Are you afraid that you will kill me? Why bother? You gave me this life. Don't forget that you killed that person.

"

That person was Zhou Guangxue's master, and it was also the reason why Zhou Guangxue had been holding on to him for so many years. After Zhou Guangxue's master, Yang Feng, committed suicide, Gu Fangwen's body also disappeared that day.

Only Gu Chuan knew that Gu Fangwen was not missing and was in this house.

Moreover, Yang Feng's death was inextricably linked to the mural painted by Gu Fangwen. Even if Zhou Guangxue asked Gu Chuan later, even he didn't know what the picture of hell meant. At that time, he only thought it was consciousness.

It was drawn randomly by the unclear Gu Fangwen.

He looked at the black mist with a cold face. Was it an illusion? I always felt that the black mist transformed by this obsession was different.

Gu Chuan picked up the book and slowly walked to the door, "In the past ten years, my living situation has been quite good. Didn't you say that I won't live long? Is there such a thing as life-extending magic? You know it yourself.

Why, you are afraid to come out to see me, but I have a way to see you!" He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

After saying that, he closed the door with a bang.

Little did he know that a heavy sigh came from the black mist, "I'm right here."

On the other side, Zhou Guangxue took out a photo. The person in the photo was lying on the ground with blood. His eyes were bloodshot and he was fascinated. When the phone rang, he was brought back from his thoughts, "Hey, it's Officer Zhou.

What? I have something on my hand that will definitely interest you, about that picture of hell."

"Who are you? Why do you know this?" When Zhou Guangxue heard the unfamiliar voice on the phone, he straightened up instantly and asked warily, "Also, what did you do to him?"

On the phone, the man chuckled a few times and said, "It's okay. Your friend is safe. I won't do anything to this Taoist priest. Since you are investigating what happened back then, you might as well let me tell you some clues. Of course, unconditionally."

The other party's tone was very relaxed.

But Zhou Guangxue's expression was extremely ugly. He knew his identity.

"I heard that you have a case on your hands. Go check that person named Wang Ming. You will get unexpected results."

"Who the hell are you!" - There was a beep and the phone was hung up.

Zhou Guangxue clenched his fists, frowned and looked at the photo on the table, then dialed a number, "Hey, something happened to the people I sent out. I asked those two people to come back to me. What? What the hell?

Why are you going to Wushan Ghost Ridge! That place is a place where birds don’t poop!" Zhou Guangxue was so angry that he threw the phone on the table, his tone was very excited, and he actually dropped the phone at the critical moment.
Chapter completed!