Park Il Road.

Gu Chong was lying on the bed,

If you don't know who Park Il-do is until now, he's a fool.

However, tomorrow is the date for the door to open, and he only has one prop in his hand, and no other props.

So far, no one has come up with the idea of sharing props, which means that anyone else has either not found anything, or someone is planning to keep it to themselves.

It is more likely that he will not find it, after all, he does not believe that in the low-level world, there will be talents who can determine the nature of the props.

Now it's a knife to stretch out the head, and a knife to shrink the head.

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet,

Gu Chong had already made a decision in his heart.

……

The night was uneventful.

Compared with the previous world, this time the world can be regarded as very peaceful, and only two people died when the outsiders were full, one was Lin Nian, who was unruly and approached the East China Sea, and the other was hanged at the door of Gu Chong's room.

Everyone else survived.

That's right, almost since the day they came, all the ghosts seemed to be inseparable from Gu Chong, and they only appeared outside Gu Chong's room every night.

It may be an obsessive-compulsive ghost, so I have to kill it in order.

Gu Chong thought to himself.

The originally clear seaside has completely changed at this time, and the dark clouds that occupy half of the sky are pressed on the top, and the East China Sea, which was calm a few days ago, is also turbulent at this time, and the gray and black waves crash on the shore, flashing white foam.

Gu Chong held the cross in his hand and took a deep breath.

"What can I do? We didn't find any props. ”

"Are we going to die here? I don't want to die yet! ”

The people behind him were chattering and panicking, and Gu Chong had the urge to scold his mother in his heart.

"Brother Gu, what can I do?"

Mu Qin naturally heard the voice behind him, and he leaned over to Gu Chong, and there was panic in his tone.

Gu Chong's eyes looked sharply ahead,

"Just follow me."

The people who looked leisurely and swaying a few days ago can't be calm anymore today, running around like birds and beasts, in order to find important props.

Gu Chong didn't tell anyone that he had a prop in his hand.

Instead, he took Mu Qin and slowly walked in the direction of the Yin family.

"Bang la-la-"

The dried fish hanging next to the house was blown by the sea breeze and slapped against the wooden eaves.

Gu Chong hid in the grass and looked towards the house, chuckling in his heart.

He saw a dazzling pool of blood on the yellow earth in front of the wooden house.

Park Il-do did it.

The fists clenched unconsciously.

Yin Heping's face flashed in Gu Chong's mind, he calmed down for a while, looked around carefully, and did not find the existence of the door.

"Follow me."

After speaking, Gu Chong held the dagger in his right hand and the cross in his left hand, and slowly walked out of the grass.

The two came to the front of the house.

The blood was almost in the ground, and it seemed that it was just at dawn, and the blood was not splattered, but dripping, and the wounded man had left blood stains as he walked out of the house.

There was no light in the room, and his vision was dim, and Mu Qin was afraid to pull Gu Chong's clothes, for fear that some scary monster would suddenly jump out.

Gu Chong stepped onto the stage.

"Crunch-"

The sound of the planks being squeezed.

Walking through the living room, I turned around and came to the room, and in the middle of the room, the bed was messy and the furniture was scattered all over the floor.

It seems that there was a fight.

Hey?

Gu Chong found a small piece of paper in the scattered futon.

When I picked it up, it was a corner of the photo. In this corner, there is an old man Yin with a kind smile.

Before Gu Chong could continue to check, he heard screams from afar outside the house. Gu Chong shook his hand, took the crumbs of the photo into his arms, and rushed out with Mu Qin.

The direction of the voice came from where Gu Chong first appeared,

On the highest cliff by the sea.

Before he could walk in, a strong smell of blood mixed with the sea breeze came to his face, and Gu Chong almost vomited in disgust.

From the path below, it looks like a massacre is taking place there.

An old-fashioned old man who looked like he was in his last years, with his hands behind his back, stood there quietly. At his feet, there lay corpse after corpse, other outsiders.

The right eye, without exception, was smashed through the penetration.

And in front of the old man, there were two more people, one was his son and the other was his grandson.

The soles of Mu Qin's feet were soft, and almost all of them fell on Gu Chong's body.

Gu Chong's hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

At this angle, they were just blocked by the overgrown grass and trees.

"Dad, why?"

Gu Chong heard the irrepressible pain in Father Yin's tone.

Old man Yin's eyes were squinted as always, he looked at his son, and then at the stunned Yin Heping.

"I'm not your father,"

The voice was hoarse and deep, not the voice of a normal old man.

"Park,"

"Park Il-do,"

"Why?"

"Why our family!"

Father Yin's eyes were red and he roared at the person in front of him, and Old Man Yin raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Yin Heping.

"I want him,"

"Only his body fits my soul the most."

"As long as I can get a body that fits my soul, I can,"

"Live again."

"No family, no abandonment,"

"Live again."

Gu Chong was stunned, speaking of which, he still doesn't know what happened to Park Ridao.

I didn't find any clues about my life experience, I didn't find all two props, and my world was really a failure.

Yin's father pushed Yin Heping behind him, opened his hands, and his eyes were red as if he was about to breathe fire.

"I won't let you touch the peace!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Old Man Yin take a step forward.

Gu Chong heard that voice again,

Chaotic, as if a dozen people were talking at the same time.

Yin's father's face changed, and a pair of eyes slowly became blank and cloudy, and he suddenly turned around and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

"Daddy!"

Yin Heping cried and hugged his father's waist, and his small body used the greatest strength to hold the man's footsteps.

"Give it up."

Old man Yin spoke,

"Everyone around you will die."

"You are also an outcast from your family."

"Your parents, your great-parents,"

"They've all abandoned you."

Yin Heping ignored the voice next to him, his face was full of snot and tears, and he used all his strength, but he was still dragged towards the edge of the cliff little by little.

At this time,

"Old thing! Look at me! ”

There was an angry roar from behind him, and as soon as Old Man Yin turned around, a huge wooden stick flew over his face.

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