"Hey, Zhou Guan, what do you want?" Jia Li waved in front of Zhou Guan. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Hmm, it's okay~ You say! I'm listening!"

"I said~ We're just two away from coming back now!, so what do you want to do?"

Zhou Guan subconsciously shook the ghost head token in his pocket, "Just complete the task now......! I don't want to stay a minute longer. (I'm still weak!) I need strength, the power to slash evil.) ）

"I'm also in this messy world!Who likes to treat whom!" Zhang Hu glanced at the silent Zhou Guan and grinned.

"Then ......" Chen Tao was about to say something, but Jia Li shook his head at him.

"I already have a way~ I don't need your help!" Zhou Guan grinned. "Go back to the hotel and wait for me!"

Then he turned and ran in one direction......

"He's fine, right? Why do I think he's suddenly a little weird?" Chen Tao said as he looked at Zhou Guan's back and frowned. Zhang Hu and Jia Li glanced at each other and shook their heads, "It's okay~ Let's go back!"

"We ...... What if he is eaten by a ghost?" Yao Xue lowered her head and whispered.

"Don't worry, he's ......," Jia Li hesitated for a moment, "he's not as weak as you think......"

"Forget it...... If you're not worried about him, I'm not going to worry about me......"

This is a rental house located in a small alley in Hong Kong's old street, although it is said to be a rental house, but in fact it is just a place that can barely shelter from the wind and rain made of wooden planks and other materials on the ground, and the reason why it is called a rental house is only because the people who live here need to pay monthly rent like other people who rent a house. Rather than calling the place where they live a rental house, people here prefer to affectionately call it a "coffin" room, a coffin room where it is as difficult to turn over as a coffin for the dead.

This is a small "coffin room", the resident here is named Guan Fuqiang, a single man who has achieved nothing in middle age, his place is extremely small, only about half an arm of the aisle when he gets out of bed, and the rest of the place is filled with miscellaneous items that do not know the purpose. The wooden horse in the house swayed and creaked. Next to it are two identical rag dolls.

"This world is really unfair!" this is Guan Fuqiang's heartfelt voice after being dismissed from his place of work for two consecutive days.

Guan Fuqiang has no education, and he doesn't know any skills, so he doesn't have any serious work, and can only do some odd jobs at some construction sites, barely relying on bread to make a living.

"People are poor and very desolate~ He sighed more than once. Then, after he accidentally saw the news that the tomb of a wealthy merchant's wife had been stolen, a dark door opened to him. "He's going to rob the tomb!" "As long as you want to do something, you can always do it."

So he succeeded, and after leaving a phone call, he took someone else's urn home. He thought he was doing something unaware, but he didn't want to get into trouble. The day before yesterday, a group of homeless ghosts came to the door and wanted to ask him for a place to live.

Fortunately, he should not have escaped the catastrophe, but the trouble is far from over, he hit a ghost when he was "talking about business" today, and the ghost used the money to buy back his ashes......

"It doesn't matter!

He made it to his bed and happily took out the money he had worked so hard for today. It's just that this one was taken aback, and the money in his hand, which was originally in Hong Kong dollars, has now become a thick stack of dark coins!

He panicked, he wanted to burn the money.

In the end, the flames not only burned the money, but also burned their own house...... and their own body, that is...... He's a ghost now......

It was around three o'clock in the morning. He stood silently outside his dwelling, wanting to go in but not daring to take a step, beside him two little girls holding his hand, and the other holding a rag doll. They looked up and saw Guan Fuqiang pull him. Guan Fuqiang tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a miserable white smile.

"Go ......"

He turned and picked up the two little girls, ready to take them to a slightly better place to stay. Suddenly, a crisp bell rang. The voice was so pleasant that Guan Fuqiang subconsciously wanted to get closer and hear it more clearly.

The two little girls were more curious than he was, and the three of them took each other's hands and walked together in the direction of the bell. And as they followed the sound of the bells, there were more figures like them joining the ranks.

Zhou Guan glanced at the dense "people" behind him, and was silent, he shook the bell in his hand again, and continued to walk forward, as time went by, the scene in front of him also changed, and a ghost head token appeared in his left hand.

Pressing it in front of it casually, it was as if it had pressed against an invisible wall. Then, in front of me, it was as if a painting had been made by a magical hand. Men, women and children, strange traffic, and cooking smoke cottages gradually emerged.

Zhou Guan put away the bell and turned to look at the group of "people" in front of him. At this time, because the sound of the bell disappeared, the "people" in front of him began to be agitated.

"Where is this?!Why am I here?? I want to go home!"

A graceful woman in a white dress cried, but she didn't feel a piece of glass stuck in her head. Zhou Guan walked towards her silently, and everywhere he went, all the "people" subconsciously made way for him. She saw a shadow appear in front of her, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but unexpectedly, someone pulled her into her arms! She instinctively began to struggle, but the next moment she stopped, "Sister...... It hurts, doesn't it hurt soon......"

A somewhat hoarse but surprisingly gentle voice rang out. She closed her eyes in some fascination, and a memory came flooding back...... Arguments, shouts, falls, deaths, strange figures lying in pools of blood, familiar but strange crying middle-aged men and women... Running, crying... Stray...