The bright white walls have turned black, the red-painted floors have become arguable, the old-fashioned television has a big hole, the coffee table is upside down, and the windows on the balcony are open, and the wind is blowing in.

The environment in the living room changed almost instantly.

"You ruined my home, I ruined you!" Liu Dali forced over fiercely, and the originally dark skin became charred black, cracked one after another, and streams of yellow-red pus came out.

Behind him, a charred woman leaned back on the couch, and from the silhouette, it was the woman just now.

"Fuck you!"

The fat man didn't say a word, and threw out three evil charms.

One on the center of the eyebrows, one on each shoulder. The moment the Fu fire opened, the fat man rushed forward with a copper coin sword, and it was a sword at Liu Dali's heart.

With a pop, it took almost no effort for the copper coin sword to sink into Liu Dali's chest.

Liu Dali was stunned and looked at the copper coin sword that had not entered his chest. He smiled fiercely and said, "I won't let you go!" ”

After speaking, the body popped, turned into a black mist, and dissipated.

On the couch, the woman also disappeared.

"Grass!"

The fat man scolded. After turning around inside and out with the copper coin sword, he said, "Brother, the person has run away!" ”

"Hmm!"

I nodded, looking thoughtfully at my surroundings.

Liu vigorously dissipated, but not really dissipated, he was similar to a stand-in just now, and if he wanted to do this, it showed that he had something to fix his soul.

There are many kinds of soul-fixing things, the simplest such as ashes, as long as they are not broken bones and ashes, he basically can't dissipate.

To put it bluntly, it is to pin the soul on some kind of item, and then separate a wisp of remnant soul to go out to do things, as long as there is no problem with the body, it will not have much impact if the remnant soul is extinguished, as long as there is time, you can also separate another wisp of remnant soul.

If so, then the problem is big.

This shows that Liu Dali had a premeditated plan back then, he had prepared everything before he died, had a soul parasitic thing, and continued to be free after death.

Compared with living, he is more carefree after death.

The entire family building is his territory, and he can play as much as he wants, such as his daughter-in-law, such as the picture we just saw.

He can use the yin energy gathered in this building to create the environment he wants.

The worst is his daughter-in-law, who can abuse and abuse him at will, without worrying about anything else.

For Liu Dali, this is even happier than when he was alive.

This building, or the entire power building, is his territory, and he can do whatever he wants, and he can do whatever he wants, without worrying about the police or other people's strange eyes.

He could even kill his own daughter-in-law eight times in one day if he wanted to.

Therefore, that woman is the worst.

Judging from the Liu Dali I saw just now, there is a chance that Lao Du lied to me!

The real Liu Dali has obvious violent tendencies, and his daughter-in-law is just the object of his venting. If something goes wrong, you will be beaten or scolded.

In this case, to say that Liu Dali can tolerate his daughter-in-law cuckolding him, I am the first to disbelieve it.

With his kind of character, once he knew that his daughter-in-law had cuckolded him, he would definitely beat his daughter-in-law to death.

There is also the matter of blocking his daughter-in-law and the director in the car, I don't think it's quite right, and it is likely that there is something else hidden.

With the Liu Dali I saw just now, he definitely couldn't bear it, and it was impossible to endure it, let alone be beaten.

Thinking about this clearly, the fat man and I wandered around the building for a while, but as expected, nothing was found.

Liu Dali had just been killed by us and separated from a wisp of remnant soul, at this time, he must have shrunk in that corner and licked his wounds, and it was impossible to come out.

As for finding out what Liu Dali's soul is, at present, it is not realistic.

The family building has four units, each with 21 households. There are more than 80 households in the four units, and it is impossible to find them.

The thing that parasitizes the soul can be a tree branch or a piece of jade pendant, and the thing can be large or small, depending on the complex environment here. It's simply not realistic to find out in a short period of time.

Of course, the most likely place is still Liu Dali's own home, but his home burned the worst. On the face of it, there is no place to hide something.

Half an hour later, the fat man and I came out of the family building, and the fat man was more excited, not anything else. After such a while, there are 30,000 rewards in the live broadcast room alone, and the fat man can get about 10,000 after dividing it.

I have to say that the money comes quickly.

Of course, this is also related to the fat man's killing of Liu Dali's remnant soul. The live broadcast room blew up again.

Coming out of the family building, the two of us went straight back to the kindergarten.

The situation in the kindergarten is as usual, there is no change, and the fat man continues to broadcast live, popularizing some mystical knowledge. I sat down on the sidelines, took out two instant hot pots, and added water to heat them up.

It was already twelve o'clock, and at midnight, it was getting colder. I glanced at the thermometer and it was minus twenty-nine degrees.

After about ten minutes, the hot pot was ready, and I handed one to the fat man and opened one myself. While eating, drinking, staring at the phone screen, watching the fat man's live broadcast.

It's kind of weird, but it can't be helped. Because that ghost is online.

Wei Mei is very quiet, standing on the wheat sequence silently, brushing some gifts from time to time, on the list of fat people, Wei Mei ranks first, with a weekly list of 120,000.

I silently pondered the intention of the ghost, three days, in a flash, with my ability and the fat man's ability, there is almost no problem in spending three days safely.

As long as the fat man and I don't get into trouble. Not to mention three days, even ten days and eight days will not have an accident.

"Brother!"

I was thinking about it when the fat man kicked me suddenly, his eyes glancing out, and the camera was pointed outside.

This classroom where I live with the fat man. There was no door, facing two swings, and I glanced at the fat man and then at the phone screen.

Inside the screen, two swings are dangling back and forth. There was a creaking sound, and there were two small figures faintly on it.

My heart moved, and I looked up.

The night was deep, and the moon in the sky was bright, sprinkling a few rays of silvery white afterglow. Falling on the swing, it just reflects the two small bodies.

I put away my phone, took a sip of the bottle at Erguotou, and took the wine in my mouth before swallowing it, and a stream of heat went from my throat to my stomach, which warmed up a lot.

Outside, the two swings gradually flattened out, then stopped, and two small voices sat on the swings with their backs to us, unusually quiet.

The fat man and I looked at each other and walked out at the same time.

I was in front, fat man behind, when I walked to the door. I paused, and the two little things on the swing turned around at the same time, revealing two small, burnt black faces.

"Uncle, we hurt!"

After glancing at me, they slumped. In that peculiar childlike voice, he pleaded and spit out five words.

As they spoke, gaps cracked in their faces, and pale red blood flowed out of them and stuck on their faces.

"Want to be free?"

I didn't careless, stared at those two pairs of dark eyes and asked.

There are lessons from Liu Dali's past, and I have to guard against these children.

Besides, they are ghosts, ghosts, not people.

Ghosts can kill, although I have charms, incense, silver needles, and black skin, and I seem to be safe, but once they pull me into the illusion, what will happen, I'm not sure.

Just like the nurse who committed suicide in the clinic before, the nurse was obviously killed by these children.

Another point is that I don't know if these children are under Liu Dali's control.

If it is, it's non-stop.

If not, there is still a glimmer of possibility.

"Uncle, can you help us get rid of it?"

The kid on the swing on the left tilted his head, revealing his burnt black and yellow teeth, and asked crisply.

"I can!"

I nodded and took a step forward.

"Can you help her out, then?"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the child's charred little face, and the little hand pointed to my head.

When he pointed at me, I didn't even think about it, and immediately retreated.

The moment he retreated into the house, a dark shadow hung down from above, and his thighs swayed back and forth in front of the door.

On both thighs were indigo security uniforms, and on feet were a pair of leather shoes, which swayed and creaked in front of my eyes.

On the door, a man hanged himself.

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