The men in the suit didn't take out weapons such as machetes and pistols, but walked straight past Zhou Yu's side, shivered, and sat down opposite Ling Tian.

"Boy, where did you get Mr. Zhou's private number?"

"His father gave it to me."

"Fart, Mr. Zhou is at home, boy, I think you are looking for death."

"Good at home? Are you sure Zhou Yu is not dead? ”

At this moment, Ling Tian was really a little skeptical that Zhou Yu was really pretending to be Zhou Mingyuan's father.

The man in the suit in the lead was stunned for a moment: "Zhou Yu? Damn, do you dare to call Mr. Zhou's name? Look for death. ”

"Wait a minute if you don't want to die." Ling Tian interrupted the words of the man in the suit and described Zhou Yu's appearance: "Is this the old Mr. Zhou?" ”

The man in the lead suit nodded subconsciously, and then said angrily: "Old Zhou has always been easy to understand, when did you follow him old." ”

Ling Tian almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, but he quickly thought of a possibility.

"Zhou Yu may have had an accident, there is something going on."

"Ghost, ghost your uncle, if you have the temper to call the ghost out, Lao Tzu will kill him, or will Lao Tzu make you a ghost first?"

The man in the suit stood up and waved behind him: "Call me." ”

After speaking, the man in the lead suit looked at Ling Tian coldly, and after a while, seeing that there was no movement behind him, he looked back suspiciously.

"What are you doing?"

His subordinates looked at him with fear on their faces: "You, on your shoulders? ”

"On the shoulder? What's wrong with the shoulder? The man in the lead suit reached out and touched his shoulder, only to feel that his hands were full of slimy liquid.

When I saw it, I was stunned.

His hands were covered with blood.

"What's going on?" The man in the lead suit turned his head to look over his shoulder.

Because of the angle, he could only see a small baby's foot on his shoulder with the peripheral vision of his eye.

"Damn." The man in the suit began to writhe uncontrollably, but the foot seemed to take root, motionless on his shoulder.

Just after a few turns, he suddenly stopped.

He looked at his subordinates with fear, one by one as if they had been immobilized, and beside everyone, stood a man of age or young, male or female.

Everyone was pale, and many of them still had blackened blood. These different people are all doing the same thing.

They stretched out their hands and placed them on the shoulders of the men in suits, which had sunk into the shoulders of their men like phantoms.

"Hell, hell, hell."

The voice of the man in the lead suit has completely changed tone,

People can not be afraid of ghosts, because they know from their own education or experience that ghosts are a non-existent thing, but when they do see ghosts, it is not only fear that affects them, but also the fear of the collapse of the worldview.

Such a double pressure is simply unacceptable to them, and the result of manifestation is earth-shattering fear.

This was the case in Ling Tian's room now, the whole room was filled with the sound of a man transposing his tune, making Ling Tian's head hurt when he heard it.

But this situation did not last long, and soon, it was quiet, and all the men in suits were lying on the ground, and a trace of water appeared under everyone's body.

The smell of urine was heard throughout the hotel.

"You're really ruthless?"

Ling Tian frowned and complained, but his complaint was not answered, and Zhou Yu kept stomping his feet in anger.

It's just a man in black. If they were to get out one by one, Ling Tian would really feel that it would be a physical job.

And the sweaty thing is that he does what he doesn't want to do.

After thinking about it, Ling Tian walked over, squatted beside the man in the lead suit, and reached out to pour the boiling water of the tea leaves that had been cooled directly on his face.

With a burst of cold water, the strong leading man in the suit slowly opened his eyes twice.

It didn't seem to have come to his senses, and the man in the lead suit sat up straight, and was stunned for a long time before he let out a scream full of fear, and his hands and feet kept moving, allowing his body to hide backwards.

It's just that he didn't go far before he was stopped by his unconscious companion behind him.

He didn't dare to look back, he groped for something behind him with his hand, perhaps sensing that it was a person, and the expression on his face was even more frightened, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world now?"

The man in the lead suit nodded repeatedly: "Believe, believe, master, please let us go." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you, I just want to know about Zhou Mingyuan's father, Zhou Yu."

The man in the leading suit, who was so frightened that he was about to go crazy, did not resist at all, and completely told what he knew.

It turned out that Zhou Yu's body had problems as early as two or three months, and the doctor had already made a final judgment at that time, concluding that Zhou Yu's life had come to an end.

At most, they can live for about half a year.

As a filial son, Zhou Mingyuan gave up all his career and stayed with his father, on the one hand, he wanted to compensate his father for the last journey in his life, and on the other hand, he hoped that there would be other ways to treat his father.

When all the hospitals could not have a positive effect on his father's condition, Zhou Mingyuan, like many ordinary people, began to ask God for divination.

During this time, Zhou Mingyuan accidentally met a Taoist priest named Tianxiao, who did many different things unlike other people's prayers.

Although these things made Zhou Mingyuan feel weird and incomprehensible, he had to admit that his father began to recover gradually under his methods.

After some inspection, Zhou Mingyuan believed that Daoist Tianxiao could bring him hope, so he believed in him even more, and Daoist Tianxiao did not live up to his thoughts.

Zhou Yu's body was getting better day by day until he recovered.

After questioning and comparison, the time when Zhou Yu's body healed was exactly the time when Zhou Yu died.

Now Ling Tian was almost 100% sure that Zhou Yu's body had been occupied by other ghosts, but who bought the coffin? That Sky Whistle?

After letting the man in the suit clean the hotel, Ling Tian kicked him out, and when they returned, they would tell Zhou Mingyuan that he had been severely educated.

Ling Tian was not afraid of Zhou Mingyuan, but he didn't want his room to be covered with urine.

Zhou Mingyuan's revenge should have come to an end.

Having solved this matter, Ling Tian turned his gaze to Zhou Yu.

"Old man, do you think you need to explain?"

There was a difference from what the man in the suit said, Zhou Yu looked very dazed after hearing Ling Tian's words.

"Explain what?"

"Explain that your body is occupied by ghosts, and you don't want your son to recognize someone else as his father."

I thought that Zhou Yu would give a thrilling story, but I didn't expect that Zhou Yu continued to shake his head with a confused expression: "My body is occupied, why don't I know." ”