"I've heard a saying before that maybe the child thinks he's not dead, so the soul stays in this house." Mitani Qing said after thinking about it.

"If you think about it this way, he's been in this house for so many years looking for someone to play with him?" After Fang Yuanyuan finished speaking, he took the lead in shuddering.

Although there is some pity, but the thought of this child has been shooting the ball alone in this empty house for so many years...... Fang Yuanyuan felt more creepy.

Don't you realize that you are dead......

Shen Yin leaned against the wall beside him, his arms folded in deep thought.

Could it be that a certain belongings of that child have become Fu Fushen's, but that Fu Fushen mistakenly thinks that he is that child, so he has stayed in this house for so long?

"Let's play."

Just as he was pondering, a little boy in tattered shorts suddenly stood in front of him, holding the ball and looking up at him with a smile and saying!

The enchantment didn't take effect?!

Shen Yin moved extremely quickly, and at the moment when the other party spoke, his left hand had already pinched the little boy's throat.

However, the palm of the hand did not touch the other person's throat, and the little boy's body turned into smoke and dissipated in place.

I saw that the ball, which was originally held by the little boy, fell to the ground and bounced a few times before rolling to the side.

"Ghost ...... Ghost...... Ghost! Fang Yuanyuan pointed to Shen Yin and stammered the same word over and over again.

Shen Yin sighed, and the figure disappeared in place, and the next moment Fang Yuanyuan and Sangu Qing fainted at the same time.

Shen Yin moved quickly without the slightest hesitation, and after stuning the two of them, a sword bolt directly broke through the gate behind him.

Then with both hands, a strong air current transported Sangu Qing and Fang Yuanyuan to the lawn outside.

Although some people are sorry for Mitani Qing who has prepared so many things, it is better to send them away from here in this situation.

"Is that an illusion? Or what? Sakurai said with a frown.

"No, it's just that the body isn't here." God said as he looked into the depths of the room.

The little boy just now was just an illusion created by the convergence of yin qi, not that the entity was not aggressive, and it was one of the common methods used to pay for the death god.

"Let's go, we can't continue to let this Fu Fu God go untouched." Haru Sakurai said with a serious expression.

There was a flash of hesitation in Shen Yin's eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "Xiaochun, can you leave this Fu Fu God to me to deal with." ”

"Yes, I didn't have a way to kill Fu Fushen." Haru Sakurai looked at Kamihi suspiciously, not understanding why he was emphasizing this.

"No...... Forget it, nothing. Kamigakure shook his head and walked deeper into the house with Sakurai Haru.

Unlike the previous cannibal houses, nothing happened along the way.

Along the way, they found several empty rooms, and there was nothing unusual in them.

It seems that the family moved all the furniture away when they left.

At the end of the hallway, they found the staircase that led to the upper floor.

The two did not hesitate and went directly to the second floor.

In the corner room on the second floor, Kamikure heard the sound of rustling.

Kamiyin pushed the door open.

A room belonging to a child appeared in front of him, and unlike the others, the furniture in this room had not been removed.

The walls with a blue sky pattern, the cotton clouds hanging from the ceiling, the toys scattered all over the place, if not the dust all over the sky, this would be an extremely beautiful room for a child.

The yin qi of the entire house was gathered in this room, and Shen Yin could feel that the mourning god was here.

Sure enough, if you look closely, you can see a vague figure huddled in the corner of the room.

After Kamigakure and Sakurai Haru glanced at each other, the two of them approached together.

When they were only three or four paces away, they finally saw Fu Fushen's appearance clearly.

If it weren't for the continuous cold aura on his body, he would be no different from an ordinary child.

"I have no ill intentions, I ...... I'm just looking for someone to play with...... Whining. The little boy sat in the corner of the room with his knees crossed, sobbing quietly.

The ball, which was supposed to have fallen in the corridor on the first floor, has returned to the child's arms at some point.

Is this his essence......

Shen Yin looked at the ball and thought.

Even standing in front of this mourning god, I didn't feel its malice.

I'm afraid it was precisely because of this that he was able to quietly enter the enchantment.

"Shen Yin, do it." Sakurai Haru stood behind Kamiin and urged.

In her opinion, since the body of Fu Fushen has been discovered, there is no need to delay it any longer to avoid any further changes.

Hearing what Haru Sakurai said, the little boy looked at Haru Sakurai in horror, and kept moving his body to the corner.

When Sakurai Haru saw Fu Fushen's eyes full of fear, she frowned, and her heart was a little unbearable, but she was still ruthless after all.

"Hidden ......"

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Kamiin said softly, but he didn't say this to Sakurai Haru, but the little boy in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, take it easy."

As he spoke, Shen Yin's hand slowly probed for the ball in the little boy's arms.

Although he didn't know what Kamihi was doing, out of trust in Kamikure, Sakurai Haru didn't interfere with him.

Perhaps because Shen Yin's expression was gentle and his body exuded a warm atmosphere, Fu Fu Shen's child gradually relaxed.

Shen Yin's hand was successfully placed on the ball, and because the other party did not take precautions, he easily read the past experience of this Fu Fu Shen.

It turned out that this mourning god had been formed for less than a year, and in the ninety-nine years when he was still a ball, he had always mistakenly thought that he was the soul of a little boy, and he had been waiting for his parents to appear in this room for these ninety-nine years.

With a long wait, he became the god of mourning.

After becoming the god of mourning, he still did not leave the house, and waited in the house, waiting for someone to appear, but no one came in.

Shen Yin and others were the first visitors to this house after it was abandoned.

The reason why there are those terrifying rumors is probably because the sound of Fu Fushen's slapping ball was heard by someone by chance, so those terrifying stories were spread through rumors.

Shen looked at the little boy in front of him with sympathy, he himself had been immersed in anger and hatred for ninety-nine years, and he could naturally understand the loneliness of this little boy's long wait for ninety-nine years.

Waiting for no results...... If it weren't for Fang Yuanyuan, maybe he would still be waiting in this house without results.

"Well, you don't have to wait any longer."

Shen Yin stroked the little boy's head and said softly.

Seeing Shen Yin's actions, Sakurai Haru's face changed drastically, and she had a bad premonition in her heart, and sure enough, the next moment she heard Shen Yin say.

"Koharu, can you let him go, he has never hurt anyone since he was born."

"You!" Sakurai Haru looked at Shen Yin angrily, she had felt that something was wrong with Shen Yin before, but she didn't expect this premonition to come true.

Shen Yin felt sympathy for this mourning god.

"Shen Yin, although he is very pitiful, he is a mourning god!" After taking a deep breath, Sakurai Haru said in a deep voice to the gods.