Wu Rong didn't think too much.

When the voice rang, he had already thrown the phone into the bloody mouth of the starving man.

Within half a minute of the dark ghost's arrival, the surrounding light dimmed, the temperature plummeted and became extremely cold. The half-height trash can was rotten and cracked, the wall was rolled and mottled, and the bottom was covered with dirty mold. It seemed that there was an extremely evil force under the influence.

When they reached the surrounding environment, Wu Rong, who was trapped in it, was defenseless and had nowhere to retreat, so he could only fight hard.

They are all ghosts anyway. If they fight, he still has a chance to survive!

"Ouch-gulu."

The ghost swallowed the phone directly. Its upper body lay on Wu Rong's back, and its long black dirty arms strangled his neck. Wu Rong shivered, and the place where it came in contact with the ghost felt like it was covered with ice, cold.

It was so terrible that he felt as if he was in a freezer, completely unable to move. His skin was pale due to the cold, and his lips had lost the color of their blood. Even if he knew how to resist and struggle, his gradually blurred consciousness could not control his frozen body.

The stinking green saliva of the starving ghost dripped on Wu Rong's shoulders, and he would be devoured before freezing to death.

Time seems to be standing still, stretching infinitely, at this moment——

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Wu Rong's consciousness gradually recovered amidst the miserable wailing. The cold source suddenly left and his body began to warm up. He staggered a few steps. After being able to control his body, Wu Rong walked a few steps quickly and left the area before looking back to see what happened.

What.

The evil ghost was melting, and his bulging and hard abdomen became as soft as butter, and small green handprints were printed from the inside. The handprints were very small, about the size of a three- or four-year-old child's palm, accompanied by a child's silver bell-like sound.

The crisp giggles. The more joyful the laughter, the more miserable the evil ghost's wails. It scratched its belly frantically. The moment Wu Rong turned around, it screamed, and its bulging belly as thin as paper was finally absorbed by him.

Tear apart violently.

puff.

There was a soft sound, like the sound of a balloon exploding. After the belly was torn open, the evil spirit quickly shriveled up and turned into a pile of ashes-like dregs in just two or three seconds. A half-corroded mobile phone rolled out from the dregs.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

The sound of noisy electricity continued intermittently, and you could vaguely hear a satisfying burp coming from the other side of the phone, accompanied by the childish laughter and innocent doubts: "King... thank you for the hospitality..."

"When are you going to die?"

"Only after death can you..."

Zila.

The mobile phone that had suffered countless misfortunes was finally completely scrapped. The bustling crowd gradually became normal, the sun set, the warm sunshine fell on the alley, the trash can returned to normal, and the wall covering was not old and was hung on the wall. Everything

It all seems like a world away.

Wu Rong took a deep breath, with a dull face, shaking his hands, and lit a cigarette for himself.

People who have been stimulated too much will become a little numb. At least when they returned to the deserted shroud shop, no one could tell anything from Wu Rong's expressionless face. Looking at his somewhat unfamiliar mother, his tense nerves finally finally

Relax slightly.

Even if the world has changed, the people you love most will remain the same. Wu Rong moved his lips and whispered:

"mom……"

"You still know how to come back? I thought you would have died outside a long time ago, forgetting that I am your mother!"

The witch mother was surprised and surprised at first when she saw someone coming back. Then she pushed Wu Rong in with a straight face, closed the door, and babbled impatiently: "You are full of ghost energy. The little bastard has gone to raise ghosts again, right? I think you still have hope."

That day, make me angry until I ascend to heaven and take care of your old mother. Just act like an ordinary person. If you don’t listen, hurry up and go to the back to wash yourself with grapefruit leaves. You are so unlucky."

The house on the second floor of the shroud shop was a little cramped. The witch mother pushed Wu Rong into the bathroom, turned around and pulled out a handful of grapefruit leaves, put the water in, and hesitated at the door of the bathroom before leaving. The witch mother was silent for a long time before she made up her mind.

As if, he said with a little hesitation: "Little bastard, the old man in the village called today. Your grandma is old and in poor health. It's time to tell you something..."

Button.

The rhythmic knocking on the door sounded from downstairs. The interrupted witch mother didn't want to pay attention to it, but the knocking on the door kept coming several times. In the end, she raised her eyebrows in anger, rolled up her sleeves and walked down.

Staircase, Spicy rushed to the door and shouted: "Don't you see the door is closed? Get out of here, no one is opening the shop today, no one is a ghost!"

Click.

A deformed and twisted little hand penetrated the door panel, reached in and opened the lock. The door was pushed open, and an old man and a young man walked in from the outside. They were all wearing black windbreakers and carrying a black leather bag in their hands. The old man

He was short and stooped, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were cloudy, and his windbreaker was bulging behind his back, as if he was carrying a doll. The deformed little hand disappeared under his windbreaker, which happened to be seen by Wu Rong who was following him downstairs.

.

The young man looked relatively normal, just wearing a mask and covering the lower half of his face tightly.

"Hello, I'm working in Section 7 of the Public Security Bureau. I'm Special Police Zhou Xun, my ghost number is 1682."

Zhou Xun took out his black-skinned and silver-faced police officer ID card and opened it in front of Wu Rong, the witch mother. His tone was quite gentle. The old man next to him didn't say a word, his face was gloomy and he stared at Wu Rong with misty eyes.

"At 6:15:32 this afternoon, the paranormal reaction in the residential building area in the back alley of Yangjiaping Pedestrian Street in Wulongpo District exceeded the standard. According to monitoring, it was confirmed that a D-level paranormal resuscitation event occurred. In order to prevent the spread of evil, the people in this area

All residents will be investigated, please cooperate."

* *

Xun An woke up at night with the cold rain falling on his face, being dragged in a sack to a back alley and beaten severely. He was lying in the garbage heap, his body was dirty and smelly, his white shirt was completely earth-colored, and there were injuries all over his body.

, it hurts like hell.

Wu Rong's younger brother knew how to use discretion and hit only those places that were extremely painful but not visible from the outside. Even if Xun An went to the police station to complain, it would be useless.

Xun An, who felt like his whole body had been shattered, was so aggrieved. He was so confused that he had no idea why Wu Rong suddenly turned against him today!

"Did someone say something to him?"

Xun An was puzzled, his face was gloomy, he shook the mud on his clothes, and stood up holding on to the wall: "Wu Rong is very angry now, wait a few days, a few days..."

Xun An was not very afraid. He felt that Wu Rong must still be interested in him, which is why he was so angry. If he could coax him away after the anger subsided, he would come back. As for Lin Wenwen, who finally got to talk, Xun An

Hesitate for a moment.

"Don't worry, this kind of woman from a good family is like a donkey. You just follow her and don't take you seriously. Sometimes you have to be cold to make her think you are special."

Xun An, who was confident in his heart, was not so angry anymore. It was already late and he couldn't go back to the dormitory under the curfew, and he had no money to stay in a hotel. Xun An was reluctant to spend money. After thinking about it, he limped outside.

Yangjiaping is a small town. You can still see old bungalows after walking past the busier commercial streets. Xun An walked for a long time until he reached a very remote and sparsely populated place. There was a small courtyard like a farmhouse.

It was in tatters, it was midnight, and the pitiful barking of dogs could be heard from inside.

Xun An frowned and knocked on the door. The warm yellow light came on, and a short-cut young man wearing black T-shirts and a sullen look walked out of the courtyard. He was holding a steel pipe in his hand, which was covered with blood. Xun An

In a low voice: "Brother Hu, I want to stay for one night."

"Hey, isn't this a top student? Who could have beaten him like this? It couldn't have been your little beauty."

Brother Hu joked and taunted, and roughly took out the key from his waistband and unlocked the door: "Come in, I am a kind-hearted person, and I always like to take in homeless kittens and puppies."

Xun An went in silently, and the door slammed shut behind him. The courtyard was not big, but there were a lot of debris. There were several sacks lying scattered beside the exposed water pipes. The ground was covered with dark water, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or water.

After Xun An entered the yard, he felt that there were many pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark. Brother Hu cursed vulgarly and threw the steel pipe in his hand outward.

"You bastards, what are you looking at? Get out of here!"

The steel pipe fell hard into the dark corner. Something was hit, and it let out a cry. A group of black figures ran away in panic. Through the dim light, they turned out to be emaciated stray cats and dogs. Xun An slept in the side room, which was old and moldy.

The quilt, the stench of cat and dog feces mixed with fermented blood, the intermittent whining of animals, and the pain all over his body caused him tossing and turning, until he managed to fall asleep in the middle of the night.

'I, Xun'an, will definitely go to the capital, go to the best Tianshi University, and become a Tianshi respected by thousands of people!'

'Wu Rong...Lin Wenwen...wait for me...'

Xun An gritted his teeth and swore to fall asleep, but not long after, his whole body began to twitch, and he rolled directly to the ground like an epilepsy, hitting his head on the edge of the bed. Xun An suddenly opened his eyes, but he was a different person.

"No, don't kill me, Wu Rong, don't kill me, I didn't push you out on purpose, I didn't kill you! Wu Rong, please let me go, please let me go! Ahhhhhh it hurts,

It hurts so much, dog, dog, don’t bite me, Wu Rong, Wu Rong, please let me go, please let me go!”

Xun An seemed to be haunted by some nightmare, his eyes were straight and he was struggling and rolling in pain, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and he was yelling in fear and despair, causing the cats to jump and the dogs to bark outside. Brother Hu, who was woken up, kicked the door angrily and picked up the suitcase.

Xun An slapped him hard twice on the collar: "I call your ancestor's soul in the middle of the night. If you want to die, I will do it for you!"

These two slaps woke Xun An up. His face was pale and he was panting like a dehydrated fish. His face was dazed and frightened, and he murmured: "Liu, Liu Hu? Weren't you bitten to death by Wu Rong's dog?"

, it’s difficult, am I also dead?”

"Wow."

A lame little native dog was lying next to the bed, tilting its head to look at Xun An curiously, its short black tail wagging like a flower. Who knew that Xun An was so frightened when he saw it, he rolled and crawled and moved backwards hurriedly, moving

The fishy smell hit his nose, and his penis was completely wet: "Ah ah ah ah ah, go away, go away! Don't bite me, don't eat me, Wu Rong, Wu Rong, please don't let it bite you, let me go,

Let me go--!!"

"Kill your grandma's legs!"

Liu Hu was so angry that he slapped Xun An with blood all over his mouth. He opened his mouth and spat out a few teeth. He was so frightened that he peed and started talking nonsense. Brother Hu went out with a sullen face, but after a while he came in with a bowl of blood and poured Xun An directly.

An's face was filled with steaming black dog blood dripping down. Looking at his bloody hands, Xun An's eyes widened and he fainted again.

This night passed until the next morning, when Xun An finally calmed down from the extreme fear and fear, and he realized in a daze that he had been reborn.
Chapter completed!