I've known him for so long,* to see him like this.

"It's scary......"

Li Qiang walked out of the water room, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, shook his head and said.

"Did you see a fire?"

Mr. Bai asked, and Li Qiang nodded.

"But in broad daylight, why did Li Qiang see this? Are there any others around here? Li Qiang didn't enter other people's dreams?"

Li Qiang's heart was puzzled, and he kept looking at Mr. Bai in front of him, hoping to find the answer from him.

Mr. Bai hesitated for a moment and said:

"It's still the reason that Li Qiang just said, you are the birth date of the extreme yin, so you can easily feel the existence of yin qi and accept the information they give you......"

Li Qiang felt that what he said made sense, and he could only have this explanation. In other words, the dream of the proprietress of the sheep soup restaurant was a real thing, the building suffered a fire that year, and almost all the workers here died inside, and they died unjustly, so they were deeply resentful. Their ghosts have been gathering in this building, and it was Li Qiang who broke into their situation.

So they tried to use all the means they could think of to tell Li Qiang the truth about what happened back then.

But what is the truth? How did this fire come about? Why is there such a big lock hanging on the door when it starts?

Could it be that this fire is trying to burn them?

Thinking of this, Li Qiang couldn't help but panic, is there really such a vicious person in this world?

Mr. Bai waved at Li Qiang, and Li Qiang followed him down the stairs.

The light on the first floor was dim, and Li Qiang took out the flashlights that had been prepared for a long time. The pale yellow pillars of light swayed back and forth in the room, and Li Qiang found that the downstairs was much more empty than the upstairs, but it was obviously also burned by the fire, and there were scorched black marks everywhere.

Some machines were placed crookedly, but they were all twisted and deformed by the fire. Presumably, this is the workshop of the garment factory, where the workers usually work.

And the second floor should be their dormitory.

However, Li Qiang always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked in from the outside, those windows had been broken, revealing a black hole. Looking from the inside, the windows were made of diamonds, and they had become solid walls.

Not far from Li Qiang's eyes was the gate of the factory, the big iron door was tightly closed, and Li Qiang couldn't help but think of the big lock outside the door again.

In this way, Li Qiang walked all over the 1st and 2nd floors, but they did not find anything unusual.

Li Qiang couldn't help but turn his head and ask Mr. Bai behind him,

"Didn't you say that the little ghost raised by Qin Fat Man is right here? Why didn't you see it?"

Mr. Bai whispered to Li Qiang:

"Don't worry, it's about to come out......"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a small noise outside, as if someone had splashed water on the wall. Immediately afterward, a red light shone through the crack in the door, and the light danced as if it were on fire again.

At the same time, the windows made of red bricks exploded with a bang, and the sturdy red bricks seemed to be brittle glass at the moment, splashing everywhere.

The red flames, spurting blood with their mouths open, rushed in at once, and they screamed and whistled, and climbed in all directions.

So in the blink of an eye, the entire first floor was engulfed in flames,

"Is it on fire......

Mr. Bai asked Li Qiang in a low voice.

Li Qiang nodded. Li Qiang knew that the reason why he asked Li Qiang was because the fire just now was not real. As he said, Li Qiang can resonate with things in the underworld, so this fire must have happened in the past.

Presumably, the ghosts who died in this fire are telling Li Qiang about the past in this way.

So Li Qiang was no longer afraid, and subconsciously took two steps back, standing beside Mr. Bai, staring at the fire in front of him.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and it ran down the stairs to the second floor. Immediately after, a cry of terror came from upstairs. The sound of chaotic footsteps, the clanging of iron basins falling to the ground, the screams of women, and the panic of men mixed together and sat in a mess.

After a while, a group of men and women ran down the stairs.

Someone didn't fall to the ground, and before they could get up, they were trampled under the feet of the people behind them.

In this way, a group of anxious workers poured to the gate.

They piled up together and pushed the door hard. But the door was so locked that no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't push it open.

The thick iron chains sat on the thick steel bars, and as they swayed, they made a rattling sound.

Red tongues of fire rolled up with smoke and crept through the crack in the door.

Soon, the bodies of the few people crowded in front were already burning. The flames burned their clothes, scorched their skins, and scorched their hair.

They screamed in pain, trying to escape and rolling on the spot. But the people crowded together, and those who were behind were thrown forward, and those in front were burned......

This scene was so tragic that Li Qiang couldn't stand it.

Li Qiang was anxious, although Li Qiang knew that all this in front of him was not real, but Li Qiang must not look at it like this. It's just miserable.

So under impulse, Li Qiang bent down and picked up an iron rod on the ground, and rushed to the crowd in three steps and two steps.

Before Li Qiang could reach out and push away the people gathered outside, they brushed to separate to the sides, and their bodies fluttered lightly, like pieces of paper.

Li Qiang came to the iron gate, raised the iron rod in his hand high, and smashed it towards the iron chain that locked the door......

Although Li Qiang knew that this fire had already happened, what Li Qiang saw was just the resonance of the grievances of the undead and the eight characters of extreme yin that Li Qiang was destined to be, as Mr. Bai said. But Li Qiang still couldn't just watch it and be indifferent.

Li Qiang held an iron rod in his hand, used all his strength, and smashed the iron chain on the gate where he was.

"When...... While...... When ......"

The sound of metal striking echoed in the empty building, and the black ash on the wall that had been burned by the fire was shaken off piece by piece in the sound. Immediately it fluttered again in the house.

Mr. Bai stood not far behind Li Qiang, he held his hands in *, his brows furrowed slightly, just looked at Li Qiang, and said nothing.

Li Qiang smashed it for a while, but still couldn't smash it open, and the iron rod in Li Qiang's hand, as if it was a * hemp rod, couldn't even leave a trace on the thick iron chain.

The fire behind him was still burning, but from Li Qiang's perspective, the flames were slowly becoming transparent. But those who were besieged by the fire still cried bitterly for their fathers and mothers.

Li Qiang was anxious, and once again raised the iron rod high and went towards the iron chain with all his might.

"When ......"

With a loud bang, the iron rod actually broke......

The broken end flew up in the air, spun twice in the air in front of Li Qiang, and smashed towards Li Qiang.

Li Qiang couldn't dodge, the iron rod swiped in front of Li Qiang, Li Qiang clearly felt that his forehead was cold, and another warm current started from his forehead and slowly flowed down.

The warm current crossed his eyelashes, and the world in front of Li Qiang's eyes turned red and bled out......

That's right, it was bleeding, Li Qiang's forehead was cut by the broken iron rod just now, and it was bleeding......

But Li Qiang didn't feel the pain, because Li Qiang's entire attention was on the thick iron chain in front of him.

But when the dark red blood flowed down Li Qiang's forehead and dripped on Li Qiang's hand, Li Qiang suddenly remembered that at the door of room 307 of Hongfei Hotel, he also officially used Li Qiang's blood to break the spell that sealed Liang Hong's soul. So right now, will Li Qiang's blood still have an effect?

I didn't have time to think about it, so I quickly reached out and wiped it on my forehead, and grabbed the iron chain tightly with my hand stained with red blood......

"Cheera ......"

The iron chain was hot, Li Qiang's blood was cold, and when the cold and heat met, a dark red mist immediately appeared. A choking smell of blood immediately permeated the room.

The smell mixed with the burnt smell of the flame was disgusting.

Li Qiang's palm felt hot and cold alternately, as if it was frozen for a while, and his five fingers were about to shatter. Li Qiang was scalded for a while, as if the skin and flesh had been cooked.

But Li Qiang gritted his teeth and held up, using all his strength, curling his fingers.

The iron chain in his hand slowly softened and became rotten, and finally it was like rotten tofu dregs, which was easily crushed by Li Qiang.

Debris fell on the concrete floor with a dull sound and puffs of dust. Looking down, it turned out to be some broken iron lumps. I kicked it with my foot, but it was still hard.

Li Qiang's left hand was still holding the half-broken iron rod, hesitated, and pushed open the iron door with his bloodstained right hand.

Boom, the iron door was finally opened, and a puff of humid air rushed in. It's already evening outside, and it's getting dark.

Li Qiang looked back, thinking that those unjust souls trapped in the building could finally escape confinement, but although the door was opened, those souls were gone. Only the empty room full of black ash remained, and Mr. Bai, who had been standing behind Li Qiang with a calm face.

Li Qiang stood at the door stunned, and the terrifying scenes he saw just now were still emerging in front of him.

After a long time, Li Qiang came to his senses, turned his head and asked Mr. Bai:

"What about the little ghosts raised by Qin Fatzi, aren't Li Qiang here to collect the little ghosts?"

Mr. Bai walked slowly past Li Qiang, came to the door, picked up the iron chain that was broken by Li Qiang just now, and came to the big locust tree opposite.

As if by magic, he pulled out a shovel not much bigger than a slap from the pocket he was carrying.

Right under the tree, I dug it up one by one.