"Daddy, where are you going to go?"

At some point, the pigtailed girl walked out of the house again, looking at Xu Lang with a dull gaze.

Her miserable little hands were holding a person, it was the female corpse in a shroud!

The female corpse was there without moving, although she had no eyeballs in her eye sockets, Xu Lang could always feel that she was staring at herself without blinking.

Xu Lang: "......"

Why is this family so elusive?

"Girl, let me tell you, I'm not your father, it's you who recognized the wrong person." Xu Lang tried his best to appease the little girl, for fear of luring the old woman out of the back room again.

"Grandma said, marinate you into meat in a while, and you will be my father." The girl wrenched her fingers and counted, "I have nine fathers, and you are the tenth." ”

Xu Lang couldn't help but feel a chill when he heard this, listening to what she meant, there were already nine living people who had been pickled into dried corpses by the old witch before? Wipe......

Taking on this broken task, it's really a sin!

The girl suddenly tilted her head and said to the female corpse in the shroud who was holding her hand: "Mother, Daddy doesn't want to stay!" ”

"Hiss......"

The neck of the female corpse in the shroud moved, and she saw that her knees didn't even bend a bit, so she walked towards Xu Lang tremblingly, while walking, her shriveled lips turned and made a hoarse voice: "You refuse to stay at home, and you refuse to stay at home, the outside is better than the home?" ”

"Hey, don't come here!" Xu Lang retreated in fear, retreating to the corner, with nowhere to retreat.

"Stay, stay......" The female corpse is still the same, trembling step by step, approaching step by step!

Rub, fight!

Xu Lang had nothing to lose, so he subconsciously untied the marching kettle he was carrying and threw it directly at the female corpse.

Bang!

The kettle slammed into the woman's forehead with unmistakable precision, and then bounced off the ground.

The female corpse was unscathed, and a tin kettle did not cause any harm to her.

But at this moment, I heard a female corpse screaming!

Immediately after, the position of her forehead quickly decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her forehead... Eye socket... Cheek... It was rapidly rotting, revealing white bones, and the female corpse covered her face in pain and continued to scream in pain.

"Huh?"

This sudden reversal made Xu Lang suddenly see life, why did she do this?

His eyes fell on the marching kettle lying on the ground, and found that the cork had fallen off, and the Meng Po soup contained in the pot had spilled on the ground.

I see!

It's Meng Po soup!

Meng Po soup can make her corpse rot!

Immediately, he stepped forward and picked up the kettle on the ground, shook it off vigorously at the female corpse, and spilled the Meng Po soup in the pot!

"Ah......h

The female corpse screamed again and again.

The pickled skin on her body was rapidly melting away, revealing deep white bones, and Xu Lang could smell the strong smell of corpses, which was indestructible.

But I can't care about that anymore.

In the blink of an eye, the white bones exposed by the female corpse were also corroded and dissolved by Meng Po Tang, and it lasted for a minute or two, and the white bones of the entire stump were so rotten that there was not even scum left.

All that was left was the shroud she was wearing, which was left on the ground intact, still so bright, as if she hadn't worn it.

"Mother...... Mother...... Grandma, Daddy killed my mother......" The pigtailed girl cried hysterically with her head in her hands.

"My daughter! Brute, you hurt my daughter again! I didn't agree with her marrying you in the first place, so I didn't agree......"

The old woman rushed out of the house, looked at her daughter who had already turned into a puddle of corpses in the courtyard, and wept bitterly.

Suddenly, a thick black mist rose from her body......

The black fog grew bigger and bigger, and finally enveloped both her and the girl.

"Brute, stay and die together! I'm going to burn you beast......"

The old woman's roar passed through the billowing black mist and encircled the entire courtyard.

Xu Lang was stunned by the scene in front of him!

Soon, he found out that there was a fire in the courtyard.

From the inner room to the outhouse, to the individual rooms, and finally to the entire backyard.

The fire spread quickly, and in an instant, the entire backyard was engulfed in the fire.

"Grandma, I don't want to be burned to death, woo woo woo ......"

"Good grandson, die, die, you've been burned several times, it won't hurt, grandma hurts you."

Under the heavy black fog, in the thick firelight, the voice of the old woman who was desperate to madness resounded throughout the courtyard.

Lunatic!

It's all crazy!

Lao Tzu is not crazy with you, Lao Tzu wants to live!

Xu Lang took advantage of the fact that the tongue of fire had not yet rolled up on him, and rushed into the corridor leading to the shroud shop in front of him as soon as possible.

Now that there are no more female corpses in the way, he can get out of the way.

He rushed into the road, held his breath, ran all the way, ran desperately, ran to the shroud shop, slammed the door of the store hard, and escaped from Meng Pozhuang.

He didn't dare to stop, let alone look back, ran to the road, and ran for nearly 100 meters, until he saw an uncle in a sanitation suit in front of him, cleaning the garbage cans on the side of the road, he stopped.

"Uncle, uncle...... There's a fire over there! Xu Lang grabbed the sanitation worker's arm and said breathlessly.

The sanitation uncle glanced at the direction Xu Lang was pointing, then looked back at Xu Lang strangely, frowned, and said, "Where is the fire?" Guy, drink too much, huh? ”

Xu Lang hurriedly said: "There is a shop called Meng Pozhuang, and the whole yard behind it is on fire, and the flames are soaring, can't you see it?" ”

"Look at a hammer, you go back and take a good look yourself, don't say that the fire is soaring over there, and you can't even get a street lamp!" Uncle Sanitation said.

Xu Lang turned his head suspiciously, and looked at it, and the position of Meng Pozhuang just now was really dark.

Hallucination?

"But you are right about this Meng Pozhuang, the old man has been sweeping the land here for more than ten years, but he knows it."

Uncle Sanitation said: "The location you just mentioned, there used to be a shop called Meng Pozhuang, which specialized in selling incense, candles, and shrouds. But one night three years ago, a fire suddenly broke out and burned the whole family to death in the store. Let me tell you, the fire was so big that several shops were burned down, and then I heard that the place was often haunted, which made people panic, and everyone had no intention of doing business, so they all moved away soon. No, the whole street was deserted, and it was two or three years to be abandoned. Otherwise, why is it that no one has come to fix even the street lights that are broken? ”

it!

After Xu Lang heard this, he couldn't help but shudder, so what kind of business is he doing tonight?

It's the same routine as the trip to the River Styx?

All hallucinations and illusions, are systematically arranged?

"It's broken, kettle...... My Meng Po soup ......"

Xu Lang touched his waist, and the diagonal kettle just fell on the scene, and there was still half a pot of Meng Po soup in it.

After such a big effort to get Meng Po soup, if you can't bring it back, then isn't it all in vain tonight?

By this time, it was five o'clock in the morning.

It's getting dark.

It's not as black as it was just now.

Especially after listening to the sanitation uncle tell him the ins and outs, Xu Lang's courage has also strengthened a lot.

He felt the need to go back to the scene again to see if the kettle was still there, and he couldn't have completed the task to this point, and didn't bring back Meng Po soup, right?

Immediately, he returned to the scene again.

After entering the street just now, Xu Lang found that the storefronts on the entire street were deserted, either the glass doors and windows were broken, or the transfer notice that had long been yellowed was posted on the rolling door.

He found the location of Meng Pozhuang's shop, and in front of him was an ordinary shroud shop, the storefront had been burned to black, and it was not at all the quaint small building with the corners of the cornices that he saw when he came before?

His marching kettle lay quietly at the door of the shroud shop.

Xu Lang remembered that the marching kettle was left in the backyard just now, how could it run to the door of the store, and there was no shortage of kettle stoppers at all.

He picked up the kettle and shook it gently, and the kettle still contained half a pot of Meng Po soup.

If everything was an illusion before, then how could Meng Po soup appear in the pot? Shouldn't it also disappear with the illusion?

It's kind of elusive.

If you can't figure it out, you don't think about it, you put the marching kettle back into your waist and turn away.

Now there is only an hour left until six o'clock, and there can be no more delay, and if I go back late, I can't hand in the task, and it will be all in vain.

When he turned around, he tripped over something under his feet, stumbled slightly, and almost fell into the mud.

It turned out to be an oil-paper umbrella!

How did an oil-paper umbrella appear for no reason?

Xu Lang saw that this oil-paper umbrella was finely made, and it looked like new, and it was not a cheap road goods, so it was a bit bad to abandon it on this dilapidated street.

So he leaned down and picked it up and brought it back with him.

Then I went out of the old street, found a shared bicycle, hurried slowly, and finally returned to the late-night park before six o'clock.

He went upstairs and went back to the office, untied the kettle from his waist, put it on the computer desk, and shouted at the old machine: "Hey, finish on time, hand in the task!" ”

The old man didn't react, but Huang Xinxin suddenly floated down from the position of the ceiling, and said strangely: "Boss, you will come back when you come back, why did you bring two ghosts back?" ”

"Xinxin, scare me! What? Bring... What to bring? Bringing a ghost back? Xu Lang was inexplicable.

Huang Xinxin pointed to the oil-paper umbrella he brought back to the office and left on the sofa, and said, "You open the umbrella yourself, it's really a bad idea."

Xu Lang walked to the edge of the sofa, picked up the oil-paper umbrella and asked to open it, and instantly-

Two streaks of black smoke floated out of the umbrella and fell gently to the ground like dandelions.