An Yao, no matter how stupid he was, noticed that his mother was strange, but he didn't ask, so the dinner that should have been lively became like a wake.

Tang Yao finished eating first, but he didn't go to the relationship after eating as usual to tell his son to eat slowly, but said to An Yao: "Mom is a little uncomfortable today, go back to the room first." - Put the bowl in the sink after eating, and I'll wash it later. ”

"Mom, you go and rest quietly, I'll wash the dishes and chopsticks today!" An Yao said to Tang Yao in order to break the depressing atmosphere of the guard.

"Xiao Yao has also grown up. - Okay then! The bowl is over to you. Tang Yao said with a smile, as if he was very pleased that his son was a little sensible.

"Hmm!" An Yao replied, and continued to bury his head in eating.

Tang Yao opened the wooden door of his room, walked in with a pale face, and then locked it, lay on the bed and buried his head in the pillow and began to cry silently, crying very sadly. However, the sound insulation of the room was too good, and Tang Yao's crying was suppressed as much as possible, so An Yao, who was eating in the living room, still didn't hear anything.

After An Yao finished eating, he wrapped the rest of the vegetables in plastic wrap and froze them in the refrigerator. Put the bowls and pots in the sink and start washing.

Bump –

A crisp sound of a bowl breaking sounded in An Yao's ears, and An Yao knew that he had accidentally broken the rice bowl. He picked up the broom and the garbage by the kitchen, swept all the broken dishes into the garbage, and finally emptied them into the garbage and continued to wash the black, greasy vegetable pot, using dishwashing liquid if it was not clean.

After about fifteen minutes, An Yao washed all the dishes and chopsticks, put them all in the cupboard, and began to take out the bronze mirror in the schoolbag and start washing. In the process of washing, he suddenly turned pale, and almost threw the bronze mirror out, but he finally held back, he still obediently washed the mirror, and his hands were trembling in the process of washing.

This was not without reason, for in the process of washing the bronze mirror, he saw in the reflection of the mirror a man with long hair, a pair of long horns on his forehead, a pair of dark eyes, the pupils of which were completely invisible, four ape teeth, one on the top and one on the left and right, and a blue face with an expression that was more ugly than crying......

"Maybe it's good to go back to the room and sleep!" An Yao was frightened, and kept muttering to comfort himself. He came to his room with his schoolbag and bronze mirror, put the schoolbag on the stool, changed into pajamas, immediately hung the bronze mirror on the bed, turned off the light and went to sleep. An Yao originally wanted to take a bath to relax at first, but the next day he asked Qingmufang to call him, but who knew that he was scared by the ghost and was not in the mood, and he fell asleep and had nothing. Just when An Yao was thinking like this, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

It was fine that he didn't open it, but when he did, he was completely frightened, because he saw that the damn blue-faced ghost was very close to his face...... The last moment, An Yao looked at it blankly, and the next moment, he was directly stunned and lay on the bed.

"Hehehehe-hehe-" The blue-faced ghost was wearing a white mourning suit, and his right arm had been broken, and he had never been able to grow. He looked at the frightened An Yao and smiled, because his left arm had already been lost, he could only stretch out his right hand. Just as he stretched out his right hand to possess him, suddenly, the bronze mirror shot out a golden ray of light and hit the blue-faced ghost's hand. The blue-faced ghost quickly retracted his right hand as if he had been electrocuted, he looked at his right hand, muttered a few words and disappeared into An Yao's room.

Longhua family

At this time, Long Hua looked at the black knife, and sighed while studying: "This knife should be a Japanese katana, at least after a hundred years of time, it is still not rusty, comparable to the Yue King Goujian sword - good knife, good knife!"

Just as Long Hua sighed, a middle-aged man in white in mourning clothes stood outside the window, and he walked in directly from the window. Looking at Long Hua, who was still studying knives and being so obsessed with a smile, he slowly walked behind Long Hua, patted his left shoulder with his right hand, and said with a smile: "Good evening, what are you doing so late?"

"I'm researching—ah!" Long Hua replied as he turned around, and before he finished speaking, he saw a middle-aged man in a white mourning suit, and was instantly frightened.

"It's easy to hit ghosts if you don't sleep in the middle of the night!" the middle-aged man in the white mourning dress continued to laugh.

"You...... Aren't you the one who was lying in the coffin before?" Long Hua stepped back with the knife, and as soon as he retreated, the table and chair fell to the ground.

"Yes, thanks to you, if you hadn't taken what was suppressed on me, maybe I would have slept here for the rest of my life. - Do you know the knife in your hand?" asked the middle-aged man in a white mourning suit pointing at the knife with his pale index finger.

"That'...... That knife, do you know where it came from?" asked Long Hua as he put the knife on his body.

"Not only do I know the origin of this knife, but I also know that the owner of this knife once used this knife to cut off my left arm!" The middle-aged man said the last word, and a gray ghost qi hit Long Hua in his right hand.

Long Hua was blown away by the ghost qi along with the table and chairs, and then fell heavily to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

But the middle-aged man in the white mourning dress didn't give him a little time to breathe, and immediately floated in front of Long Hua, stepped on Long Hua's chest and continued: "What a pity! That cheap woman couldn't escape the baptism of the years and died. Otherwise, Uncle Ben will have to avoid her, hide from a woman, bitch!"

"So why did you come to me. Long Hua didn't understand what he said yet, but he still had to follow his words, otherwise he wouldn't even have a chance to live.

"There is a saying in Buddhism: 'Be a man to the end, send ghosts to the west', and at the same time, that bitch's knife is still in your hand, I have to destroy it, so-you are still too tender!" Just when the middle-aged man said really energetically, Long Hua quietly pulled out the knife, and was about to slash it over, but it was still noticed by the middle-aged man, and a ghost smashed Long Hua's right hand and continued, "Don't worry! You can't die of this ghost." Originally, Uncle Ben only wanted to borrow your body for use, but you angered Uncle Ben!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his left foot stepped on Longhua tightly, and his right hand directly grabbed Longhua's head, only to hear the sound of "click-click-click-" bone shattering, and the middle-aged man screwed Longhua's head off his neck, and there was a little white-red bone falling from the neck under Longhua's head.

Long Hua felt very depressed before Ling died, and he gave An Yao the ominous bronze mirror. And he is holding a knife, and there is a murderous aura in the knife, which can ward off evil spirits! According to the principle, if the ghost is to be found first, he will also look for him first, and he will be the last to be found! Why would he be the first to die? Could it be that he can't get along with me?

"Hehehe-" The middle-aged man let out a cruel smile, threw Long Hua's head on the ground and said with a smile: "The bad luck, corpse qi and ghost qi are so faint! But it is still possible to repair the injuries before, so ...... (Japanese)"

The middle-aged man directly hit the knife with a ghost qi, and this ghost qi was several times stronger than the ghost qi that hit Long Hua before! However, the knife was still safe and sound after being hit by the ghost qi.

"In Huaxia language, you just 'block the first block is only fifteen!' and when Uncle Ben finds a way to destroy you, you'll be finished!" (Japanese)" The middle-aged man put the knife into his white robe and left.

At about four o'clock in the morning, when Longhua's mother Wang Xiao got up to go to the toilet, she accidentally saw that the light in her son's room had not been turned off and came over to take a look.

She opened the door of Longhua's room and saw that the tables and chairs were very messy. When he saw his son's forehead lying next to the chair, his headless body was still lying in a pool of blood, and there was still a little white tibia in the pool of blood...... Wang Xiao himself was pale with fright at first, and then he ran into his room crying and pushed his husband and said, "Son, father, don't sleep, wake up!"

"What's wrong? It's not a volcanic eruption, you're in a hurry!" said Long Hua's father, Long Hua, who got up in a loud voice and wiped his hazy eyes.

"It's worse than a volcanic eruption - Hua'er has been dismembered!" Wang Xiao said loudly.

"Divide the corpse, divide the corpse, what do you care about my birds—— who ...... Who was dismembered?" the dragon was still in a hazy sleepiness at first, and did not react, and was completely stunned after he reacted. He felt that he had heard something wrong and needed to listen to it again.

"Hua'er has been dismembered!" Woo ——!" Wang Xiao replied, thinking that her son had been dismembered, and began to cry loudly.

"That'...... Are you still stunned to be a god horse? Hurry up...... Call the police!" Long said hurriedly in a loud voice.

About twenty minutes later, the police car drove up with the sound of a siren and began to investigate the case. In this way, something happened to the Long family......