There is an eerie balance between the inside and outside of the house.

The people outside the house did not notice in the slightest, and the old people in the house quietly watched them play mahjong.

"Six of a kind."

"Wait! Butt beard! ”

"You're a."

"Hey, hey, hey

In the midst of scolding, the broken cards were pushed down, and the sound of shuffling sounded.

"Still playing?"

An inquiring voice rang diagonally.

The three pairs of arms that were shuffling came to an abrupt end.

The lean old man held a cigarette butt in his mouth, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Play, why don't you play, we have to stay until tomorrow morning, what are we not playing...... Well? Who just said that? ”

His eyes widened a little, and he noticed that the three friends who had been close to him all raised their heads slightly and looked behind him.

A shadow blocked the light outside the door, and the lean old man turned around and saw a slender backlit figure in front of the door.

"Who are you?"

"The Exorcist."

A smooth, non-colorful sound sounded.

"What? Who's the people? The lean old man tilted his ears.

Lu Li re-spoke, and his lines changed: "...... I am a Taoist priest. ”

"Daoist?" An accented muttering sounded, and the lean old man looked up and down suspiciously. Seeing that Lu Li was not like ordinary people, what he said was not very impulsive: "Let's finish please, I don't need you, let's go to another house and have a look." ”

"Are you sure?" Lu Li didn't think so. His gaze fell to the back room, and his tone was calm: "The one inside should have watched you play cards for a long time." ”

They subconsciously followed Lu Li's gaze and turned their heads to look at the back room, and at the same time saw the thin old man sitting up from the coffin, wearing a shroud with cloudy eyes.

The four of them were cold all over their bodies, and they were stunned.

"Get out, I'll take care of it here." Lu Li said at this time.

The four of them were relieved and stood up tremblingly.

The thin old man's cigarette butt fell on the mahjong table, he forgot to say anything, and the other three rushed out of the bungalow from Lu Li's side.

Lu Li went up the river and walked into the bungalow.

The smoke from the outhouse made him frown slightly, and he gently pushed down a cup of tea as he passed the mahjong table.

Snort –

Faint green smoke rose, and the cigarette butts that fell on the table were extinguished by the tea.

The pace did not stop, Lu Li walked all the way into the back room, and Yang Chunxue showed his figure behind him.

The four people who were hiding outside the door and peeking saw another ghost popping out, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to look at it anymore and hid even further.

The old man turned his head in a daze, facing Lu Li. In Lu Li's line of sight, the illusory tentacles shrunk to the thickness of wool pierced the roof and extended into the top of the old man's head, leaving only the thickness of a hair at the end.

Perhaps he also has a blood-colored tentacle in his body.

"He was just watching those people outside playing mahjong?"

Yang Chunxue looked at the old man curiously. He himself looked thinner than the black-and-white posthumous photo, so thin that his bones were prominent.

This is the reason why Lu Li did not act rashly: unlike the two blood-colored tentacle hosts he encountered before, the host of this blood-colored tentacles showed no signs of decay.

Maybe the blood-colored tentacles extending from Skyrim don't mean that they are related to the blood-colored tentacle host? Or maybe there's something else going on in it.

"Can you still speak?"

Lu Li walked left and right, and said to the old man whose head followed his stiff turn.

"Young man......" The old man made a hoarse and cold voice. Cloudy eyes have no focus and cannot be turned.

It's good to be able to communicate, Lu Li asked, "Do you remember how you died?" ”

"I ...... Walk on the road...... ...... by a ghost Possess. The old man spoke slowly, jumping out word by word. Thinking and speaking seemed difficult to him.

"And then."

"The ghost...... With my body...... Go home...... And then I died......"

Some information is missing, but it's enough to piece together the truth.

The body of a blood-colored tentacle host rots, and ghosts roam the world aimlessly. After meeting the old man, he subconsciously attached himself. Leaning over successfully, but the old man was very old, and the yin qi did not last long after entering the body, and he died before his body could rot. As a result, the previous Scarlet Tentacle host left, and the old ghost of the old man, who had also become the Scarlet Tentacle host, was separated and remained in the flesh.

The sluggish reaction of his old age left him with only some instinct - which is why he sat up and watched people outside play mahjong for a long time.

"Young ......"

The old man snorted hoarsely, his eyes still cloudy and his body still stiff, but he was a little more conscious.

"Am I ...... It's already dead......"

Lu Li has always told the truth: "Well, your posthumous photo is there." Don't turn your head and watch out for your head to fall off. ”

The corners of the old man's cold mouth twitched slightly: "Can you ...... Please...... Do me something? ”

"If it's not too much trouble, you can." Lu Li nodded and did not refuse.

The old man's stiff neck drove his head, turned a little bit, swept every corner of the inner room, and finally froze on the kang, motionless: "Mine, passbook...... and the house...... At...... ...... in the kang stove They couldn't find ...... Excuse me...... Take it to my brother......"

His younger brother should be a lean old man who played mahjong before, and he is four or five points similar to him.

"Uh......h So impressed. ”

Yang Chunxue let out a soft snort of unknown meaning, and her eyes were slightly red—it had nothing to do with the realm of resentful spirits, just because she was moved.

The level of resentful spirits is very easy to manipulate by emotions. Normal compassion will be magnified to touch, and ordinary intervals will be magnified to resentment.

From this point of view, it is very close to the well-known ghost: killing people for no reason.

Lu Li opened the stove by the kang, rolled up his sleeves and reached into the ashes to fumble for a while, and after a while, he pulled out a plastic bag.

There are a few notebooks inside.

"That's it...... This one. ”

The old man said stiffly, his last wish was fulfilled, he was relieved, and his spirit quickly detached from his body.

But the next moment, the old man hugged his head, and the cold face covered the ravines rose fiercely: "Young man, my head ...... It hurts!! ”

The old man's hoarse howl broke open his eyebrows, and a blood-colored tentacle emerged from his skull like a broken bud.

It stayed on the old man's skull, whether it was the living Lu Li or the dead Yang Chunxue, they were indifferent.

Lu Li knew that this might have something to do with the fact that he had eaten blood-colored tentacles. So the question is, do you want to eat this bloody tentacle again......

Suddenly, a huge black shadow flashed in front of him, and it fell down with a cold aura.

Boom!

The bench spread out, the coffin exploded, and the one-meter-square black cube Yin Qi encompassed the old man's head into the attack range.

The coffin fell to the ground and fell apart, and Yang Chunxue dissipated the yin qi in a piece of wreckage, revealing the old man's shriveled head.

"Solved!" Yang Chunxue raised her head and crossed her waist, waiting for the praise.

“…… Great work. With a hot palm, Lu Li didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the house.

The blood-colored tentacles that stretched out of the sky were gone.

The unexpected appearance of this operation-

Lu Li's dark eyes froze.

In the sky, thirteen blood-colored tentacles hung down from the clouds, gently swaying in the air like deep-sea seaweed.