The next day was Saturday, and the setting sun hung in the sky, gilding the treetops with a layer of brilliance.

Chen Yimu fell asleep in the recliner with no sign of waking up.

On the mountain road in the forest, a black high-end car appeared, quickly driving towards the small bungalow.

The car stopped steadily in front of the small flat building, and a middle-aged man with gray temples got out of the car.

Black suit, white shirt, tall posture, extraordinary momentum.

The man raised his hand and knocked on the door, shouting, "Is Brother Tang at home?" ”

"Huh?"

Chen Yimu heard a knock on the door and woke up.

"Is Brother Tang at home?" The man continued to shout.

With doubts, Chen Yimu got up and walked towards the gate.

Opening the door, the man looked at Chen Yimu with some doubts, and Chen Yimu also looked at him with doubts.

The two just looked at each other.

"Do you know Don?"

"You are?"

The two asked in unison.

"Hello, I'm Ren Tianhui, is Old Tang at home?" Ren Tianhui was the first to speak.

Chen Yimu shook his head and asked, "Do you know Old Tang?" What is your relationship? ”

Ren Tianhui looked at Xiao Shilou and said, "I asked Brother Tang for help with some things before, it can be regarded as a customer, where did he go?" Is it convenient to give me his mobile phone number? ”

"Old Don is dead!"

"What?"

Ren Tianhui's face changed drastically, and he took a step back, his face bloodless.

Chen Yimu stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

What's going on with this man?

Looking at Ren Tianhui's changing face, Chen Yimu was puzzled.

"Old Don is really gone?" Ren Tianhui asked again, as if waiting for Chen Yimu to give a negative answer.

"Gone!"

However, the answer given by Chen Yimu made him completely desperate.

"I didn't expect me, hey......"

"I knew there was such a day, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon, I haven't even seen the last side of the old man, hey!" Ren Tianhui took out his handkerchief and wiped away the tears on his face, looking sad.

"Uncle, let's sit inside." Chen Yimu said.

Chen Yimu was entangled for a while, he didn't know whether to call him big brother or uncle, but seeing that other people's temples were white, it was not appropriate to call him big brother, so he called him uncle.

"Good!"

Ren Tianhui followed Chen Yimu into the room and looked at it with some melancholy.

"Sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water."

"Thank you!"

Ren Tianhui took the water cup, thanked him, and began to look at Chen Yimu.

"You're from Old Don?"

"It's a friend, it can also be a master and apprentice, it's a bit complicated......"

Chen Yimu didn't know how to answer this question for a while, and naturally he couldn't say anything about his identity with Lao Tang.

Ren Tianhui looked at Chen Yimu and said, "When I came here before, you didn't seem to be there, right?" ”

Chen Yimu glanced at Ren Tianhui and said, "Uncle, you haven't been here for a long time, is it possible that you can't become a friend of Old Tang, you know every one of them?" ”

"I'm sorry, but I spoke too much." Ren Tianhui withdrew his questioning gaze.

At this time, the voice of the ghost king sounded: "There is a black cloud above this person's head, his eyes are black, and there must be ghosts around him." ”

Chen Yimu was startled, and when he looked at Ren Tianhui, he found that Ren Tianhui had not heard the words of the Ghost King.

"He can't hear it, you can ask him." The Ghost King said.

"Did you come to Old Don for something?" Chen Yimu returned to the topic.

Judging from Ren Tianhui's dress and demeanor, he must have a certain identity, and he came here from afar, so it's no wonder that he has nothing to do.

"Something!" Ren Tianhui said with a serious expression.

"Can you tell me about it? I'm not as good as Don, but I might be able to help a bit......"

Now that you know it, you can't let go of this opportunity.

What's more, Chen Yimu is now desperate to catch more ghosts as soon as possible.

Ren Tianhui looked at Chen Yimu and sighed deeply.

"Young man, it's not that I can't trust you, it's that I might be in big trouble......"

Of course, Chen Yimu would not believe Ren Tianhui's words, thinking to himself, this is not a belief, but nothing.

However, it would be strange to believe it completely when we met for the first time.

"Uncle, you should complain to yourself, if I have no choice, I will treat it as if I have heard it." Chen Yimu said.

"Hey......"

Ren Tianhui sighed and said, "It's all my ...... to blame for this."

"A few years ago, my investment failed, which led to the separation of my wife, and I found a fortune teller to calculate it, saying that I would invite a statue of a god to go home and worship, three incense sticks in the morning and evening, day by day, and bow down every year."

"In the second week of the statue, my wife came back with the children, and then many customers came to me to talk about business, and I didn't have time to sleep when I received orders, which was better than the best time before the business failed."

"But the good times didn't last long, and a year ago suddenly the idol told me in a dream that it was time to send him away, and I was confused, and I didn't know what I had done to upset the gods."

"The next day, I bought chicken, duck, fish and meat to worship the gods, and sincerely bowed down to offer incense, asking the gods to forgive me for my mistakes, and hoping that he would stay."

"But what happened next really makes me regret it......"

Chen Yimu handed the tissue in his hand to Ren Tianhui, he wiped his tears, and continued.

"My wife committed suicide by jumping off a building for no reason, and that night she told me in a dream that I killed her, and that I didn't let the gods leave, so the gods were angry with her."

"The next day, I immediately asked the Taoist priest to send the statue away, but on the night of the send-off, the god appeared at my door."

"I repeated it several times without success, and instead I killed my son...... Woohoo......"

"It's all my fault, it's all my ......"

Ren Tianhui cried and kept complaining about himself.

Chen Yimu was puzzled and asked, "Has Old Tang ever been to see it?" Isn't it solved? ”

"Old Tang went, said that there was an evil spirit at home, and helped me take away the statue, and then it was safe for most of the year."

"Until the other day, the idol suddenly reappeared, and it was placed next to my pillow, and the idol stared at me with wide eyes......"

Ren Tianhui recalled the scene at that time, his face showed a look of fear, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Out of thin air?

Chen Yimu couldn't figure it out, how could the statue of the god that he took appear to appear?

Should I care about this?

Chen Yimu hesitated, regretting letting Ren Tianhui talk about it.

"Do you have a solution, young man?" Ren Tianhui asked with a glimmer of hope.

"I ...... I've just been in contact with it for a short time, and I may not be sure ......" Chen Yimu didn't dare to say it.

"Hey~ This may be my fate."

"I won't bother, I'll go first."

Even the last shred of hope is gone!

Ren Tianhui's face turned pale, and he got up and walked out of the small stone building.

Chen Yimu looked at Ren Tianhui's bleak back, a little uncomfortable, and kept rubbing his thumbs.

This is Chen Yimu's inadvertent action when he was hesitant or nervous.

"Wait!"

Chen Yimu Huo Ran got up and chased towards the door, shouting: "Uncle, wait for me, I'll go with you to have a look!" ”

"Really?"

"Hmm!"

"Good!"

Ren Tianhui showed a hint of a smile, and the extinguished flame of hope was rekindled.

Since there was nothing to bring, Chen Yimu immediately followed Ren Tianhui into the car.

"I don't know what to call you yet?" Ren Tianhui suddenly remembered that he didn't know what to call the young man in front of him.

"Chen Yimu!"