This scene seemed to be seen only by Lu Li, whether it was Yang Chunxue or Kong Nanqing, they all turned a blind eye to the illusory bloodshot swimming in the clouds.

Is it a door? Or is it the effect of the blood-colored tentacles?

Lu Li's guess was more inclined to the latter, after all, he had eaten it not long ago.

What do these threads represent?

After staring quietly for a few seconds, Lu Li sat up, walked to the living room under the gaze of Kong Nanqing, who was looking forward to getting up and kissing, and found a telescope to peek at the window.

Clearer blood lines appear in the telescope.

Lines of blood peeking down from the clouds, their upper ends thick, looked like a cylindrical mass of illusory flesh.

The lines of flesh became thinner and thinner as they descended, until they reached a height of several hundred meters above the ground, and the ends were barely visible.

It's like ...... Palp.

Or tentacles.

These tentacles, which swing in the wind and are kilometers long, exude an unsettling abomination. Every time I looked at it, it was as if something was whispering in my ear.

Scenes and scenes cannot be suppressed in Lu Li's mind. Ruins, abysses, whispers.

In a trance, Lu Li seemed to smell the smell of silt from the deep sea.

"What are you looking at?"

A hoarse question beside him suddenly woke Lu Li from the distorted and obscure world.

The sloppy black eyes gradually condensed, and Lu Li put down the binoculars: "It's nothing...... I've made some new progress in my investigation, and I'm going to go out now. ”

"Now? Chunxue is still playing games, maybe she doesn't want to go out......" Kong Nanqing said softly, playing the role of a mother with a gentle and elegant attitude.

If you don't listen to your voice and don't look at your appearance.

"I'm not fighting! I collapsed! ”

Suddenly, a crisp cry of self-abandonment came from the bedroom.

"Now she thinks about it." Lu Li replied.

……

No address, no navigation.

Lu Li, who pursued one of the blood-colored tentacles, left the city, and his surroundings became desolate and empty at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The unobstructed country road and the open view allowed Lu Li to count the number of tentacles. A ...... Two ...... Three ...... There are eleven articles in total.

Hidden behind the clouds, they sway gently from the sky to the ground.

Anyway, when you get close to one of them, you know what the hell the tentacles are spreading in these clouds.

"It always feels like you're doing something very dangerous." Yang Chunxue, the co-pilot, narrowed her pale red eyes, stared at Lu Li, and said in a strange tone.

The experience of being an evil spirit is novelty, or nostalgia. The senses of touch, smell, taste, and even pain, which were almost completely deprived after becoming a ghost, returned, and this recovery made Yang Chunxue subconsciously think that she had become a human-

So much so that she fastened her seatbelt.

A ghost, in a car, wearing a seatbelt.

Click-

The shutter sounded, and Lu Li, who leaned out of the car with his upper body, sat back in the cab.

The dreary wind of the gloomy weather poured into the car, and the shirts stirred the ends of the hair.

Lu Li briefly looked down at the photo he took, an ordinary forest road, and a cloud in the distance.

The blood-colored tentacles do not appear in the photograph.

With this, Lu Li can basically rule out the suspicion of the "door". The property of the door is that it can be recorded, but only you can see it.

"What did you just say?" Turn off the mobile phone, put on the safety disk, Lu Li asked.

Yang Chunxue looked at her shirt and stared closely at the dull hairs on Lu Li's black hair that were blown up. Obsessive-compulsive disorder makes her want to soothe, and emotional thinking makes her feel cute.

"I just said-" Yang Chunxue took a deep breath, her chest finally had some boobs, and then she closed her eyes and shouted: "I always feel that you are doing something very dangerous!" ”

"Maybe it's dangerous, maybe not."

Yang Chunxue was stunned for a moment, and thought of the strange and mysterious door: "Yes...... Is it something you can't listen to......"

Lu Li rolled up the window, shook his head lightly and said, "No, it's just that I'm too lazy to say." ”

……

"A tube."

"Bump!"

Whoop -

A calloused palm pushes down three mahjong cards, takes out a tube from the mahjong pile and aligns them, and pushes them to the corner of the table.

In the dimly lit old-fashioned bungalow, by the door, four figures gathered around the table to play mahjong.

Most of the four of them are old, and they have reached the age when their backs are rickety and they begin to lose their teeth.

In the back room not far from them, a coffin rested on a wooden bench, and the lid of the coffin was lifted to the side, revealing a thin old man lying in the coffin with his eyes closed peacefully.

A black-and-white photo of the same style as the old man is hung on the wall, with a white candle lit on each side.

There is a kind of funeral called happy funeral, which is mostly held for the elderly who are dying, or simply for the elderly.

Generally, a few banquets will be set up at the funeral, and relatives and friends will be called to mourn, and after the mourning, everyone will gather together to eat and drink, and tell each other their thoughts - this is a normal joy and mourning.

Exaggerate a little bit of joy and mourning, after the death of the elderly in the family will blow and beat a dragon, after the funeral set up a banquet, invite relatives, friends or villagers to come over for dinner, some for pomp, will also specially call a folk street dance troupe to help the banquet, or directly at the grave to help the fun.

As to whether such a thing is appropriate, the parties are not in a position to express their opinions.

And the only relatives who can say their opinion will certainly not do it – because that's what they do.

Therefore, this kind of slightly vulgar and popular joy and mourning will be posted on the Internet at most, attracting netizens to shout a few times, and the bad habits are terrible.

That's it here.

After the banquet was set, four relatives and friends who had greeted the old man stayed behind to keep a watch, and by the way, they put together a table of mahjong.

"Wait—my!" A lean old man smiled and showed his cards.

"I'm in my mouth!"

", you're hugging!"

After a few cursing, the lean old man smiled and accepted the five cents they had thrown and pushed the cards into the table.

Four people held four cigarettes, tilted their heads and squinted slightly, and eight hands mixed into the mahjong table in the mist, rubbing mahjong tiles with a bang.

And in the inner room where the four of them were unaware, a strange scene was happening.

The flame on the white candle flickered suddenly, and its color changed to a faint green light.

Squeak squeak squeak -

The sound of wood shaking was faint, and the two wooden benches under the coffin shook slightly.

Suddenly, a bony palm stretched out from the coffin and grabbed the edge of the coffin.

The color of the candlelight gradually changed to light green, which was full of eerie and eerie eyes. The shaking of the wooden bench gradually intensified, and the old man in the coffin sat up straight.

The old man in the coffin stiffened his head and looked at the smoky outhouse, then remained motionless.

That is, he did not step out of the coffin, and he did not make any sound.

"Listen."

Whoop -

"So fast?"

The four men playing cards in the outhouse had no idea that the body that was supposed to be in the coffin sat up.

Time passed, a few minutes passed, and the four of them finished playing a handful of cards, and the sound of shuffling cards sounded again.

And the old man who sat up in the coffin still sat in the coffin, and his cloudy eyes watched them play mahjong.