The originally empty eyes really moved, and the corners of the lips slightly hooked a weird arc, which was terrifying to watch.

"Photos, photos......" Qiao Keer shuddered and subconsciously stepped back.

"Click~", as if I stepped on something.

Qiao Keer hurriedly moved her feet away, looked down and saw that it was a dead branch, and scared herself.

When she looked up again, the expression on the portrait changed again. A strange light flashed in those empty eyes, and the curvature of the corners of his lips deepened...... It seems to be a contemptuous, mocking smile.

Li Yanyuan frowned and raised his hand to ...... An invisible force flew out and knocked down the statue hanging on the wall.

The picture frame instantly shattered in half, and a stream of black gas came out of the portrait and quickly fled.

"That's ......"

Li Yanyuan's eyes sank, and he said coldly: "It's just a lonely soul, don't worry about it."

"Oh~" Qiao Keer nodded, opened her mouth and was about to say something, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind the corridor.

A white-haired lonely old man climbed up the stairs on the other side, his rickety body had some difficulty climbing the stairs, and his leg lifting was so slow that he struggled to walk.

Behind the old man was a thin black dog with only skin and bones, and the black dog's hair was bald several times, and he couldn't keep up his spirits at all.

"Who?" The old man's eyes are not very good, he can only hear sounds, and he can't see people clearly.

The clothes on his body were very thin, and when a cold wind blew, his whole body was trembling, and it made people's hearts sour.

"Uncle, it's so late...... Why are you here alone? Qiao Keer saw that the worn cloth shoes on his feet had worn out a hole in the soles, and they were not cold resistant at all.

"Alas~" The old man sighed, slowly walked over and picked up the remains on the ground, held them in his arms and wiped the dust on them. "I'm coming to see my youngest son......"

It turned out that these offerings and wreaths were prepared by the old man.

It can be seen that the living conditions of the old man are not very good, and so many sacrifices have been prepared, and the wreaths and paper figures are not cheap.

"My son used to work in this factory, and the fire ...... more than ten years ago" Speaking of this, the old man's voice was obviously choked, and he hugged the portrait in his arms tightly, and his eyes were full of reluctance and sadness. He's only in his twenties, oh my God...... Why is it so unfair, let me and his mother send a white-haired man to a black-haired man......"

"Uncle, people can't be resurrected after death." Qiao Ke'er couldn't stand it anymore, took out a tissue and handed it to the old man, and comforted: "Your son doesn't want to see you so sad, your body is important."

"Your son had an accident, there should be some compensation, right? How could it be ......"

"Alas, not a penny was paid." The old man raised his hand to wipe his tears and continued: "At that time, this factory was a very young owner, and after the accident...... The boss ran away, and no one could find him. ”

"Later, I saw the boss on TV, he now has a big company, I forgot what the name is...... "The old man doesn't remember very well, and he can't remember what the name of the company is." His name is Li Shuo, and he often appears on TV. ”

"Li Shuo!" It's this Li Shuo again, I didn't expect him to be the owner of this factory before.

"My wife and I went to look for him at the door of his company, but he didn't pay compensation and returned ...... He also broke my wife's leg. ”