As soon as we got home, we received a call from Huang Rongfu. He said on his mobile phone that he hoped Qu Tian could arrange the time earlier. He has a younger sister in high school who will be home from vacation in a month. His mother's situation, he still hid it from his sister. These things, let's try to let my sister know as little as possible.

After I took a shower, I was really tired, so I lay directly on the bed and listened to Qu Tian talking on the phone. When he hung up the phone, I said, "Huang Rongfu is quite kind." It's good to have such an older brother. ”

"Well, as soon as I lost my father, this family fell on his shoulders. He had to be so strong. Zu Hang turned on the computer again. I know that he has scanned the genealogies in the past few days, put those genealogies into the software and zoomed in, trying to find out what little information Cen Zuze was recorded. Or some words that have been written, or the handwriting that has been blown away by the wind and rain or something. There is also the content that was torn off, about Cen Guoxing.

As he opened the software, he said, "That room is very evil, and ordinary ghosts will become terrible ghosts if they stay in that place for a long time." It is a must to deal with it as soon as possible. ”

I nodded, watched him open the pictures, and asked, "Is there any progress?" It's about your brother. ”

"No, Zero said that Jin Zi had already helped someone check it out from the school. I think there will be feedback soon. ”

I thought in my heart, if that Cen Zuze really escaped that year's catastrophe, then he should be an old man now. After we found Cen Zuze, an old man called Brother to Cen Zuhang, who looked like Qu Tian, uh, it's really strange.

Because of this matter, Huang Furong was in a hurry, and Zu Hang found him a better day. The phone informed him that he had found a worker, and we went early that morning.

The workers who were brought in were men who often worked as coolies in the village. When they heard that they were coming to help Huang Furong's family demolish the shadow wall, they should have been able to guess that this was looking at feng shui, but when Qu Tian and I went over that day, the two workers were still a lot surprised.

When I took out the compass, one of the workers shouted, "What a feng shui that a girl sees." Furong, your dad is weird, but you don't have to find someone to come. Where is this like looking at feng shui, this is playing at home. ”

"That is, if something really goes wrong, we will do it, and when the time comes, we will be the one who should be robbed."

They surrounded Huang Furong one by one and said. I looked at Zu Hang beside me in embarrassment, this kind of thing was really something we didn't expect before we went out.

Huang Furong also looked at us in embarrassment, this situation probably he didn't expect himself.

Cen Zuhang spoke: "Today's job is to find a shadow wall and clear all the garbage outside." The wage is a thousand. ”

One thousand, two workers can do the work in half a day, and they can earn five hundred. I secretly smacked my tongue in my heart, this money must be really profitable.

The two workers stopped talking and looked at Zu Hang, who said, "Then one thousand and five." The highest price. No, we'll go outside looking for workers. At this price, there are many people who grab this. ”

Huang Furong came over and lowered his voice and said, "I don't have so much money. ”

"It's almost enough for you to give them the red envelopes you gave me. Not enough for me to give. "From my understanding, this kind of thing is not like what he would say. He said this definitely not out of friendship between classmates, there must be another reason.

The two workers agreed. After Qu Tian asked me to measure the direction of the mountain again, he calculated the direction of the move according to the direction of the mountain.

Thinking about the needle on the compass that day, I became worried. Maybe the next time we go back, the needle will be able to turn.

After looking at the compass on the spot, Cen Zuhang pinched his fingers and counted the time, and I realized that something was wrong. The needle on the compass kept shaking to point unsteadily at the shadow wall, and a sense of unease rose up.

I quietly touched his arm and made him look at the compass.

He turned his head sideways and glanced at it, his brow furrowed. Then I looked at him, took my right hand, and when I looked at it, blood was pouring out of my fingertips.

I was nervous for a moment. But now, outside, if his fingers drip blood on his own were seen, would he be caught as a weirdo and studied?

He walked over to the shadow wall and used his bloody fingers to quickly draw a talisman. Then Huang Furong was instructed to light firecrackers, and the workers began to work on the sound of firecrackers.

After the firecrackers were lit, the workers began to move, and I asked Zu Hang beside me: "Can you draw talismans with your blood?" "I've only heard of Sister Jinzi's pure yang life's blood energy drawing talisman.

"There's something very heavy there, and I'm using my evil aura to draw a talisman and seal it temporarily. This principle is the same as that of a ghost eater. ”

As soon as a few bricks were knocked down here, Huang Furong's mother in the house shouted: "Ah, his father is coming out!" His dad is coming out! That room can't shut up his dad! ”

Before I could react, Zu Hang had already run towards the house. By the time I ran to the living room, the door to the blood-walled room slammed shut. At the moment of closing, what I saw was Zu Hang standing in front of the blood wall, and the blood on the blood wall was no longer what he saw at the beginning. With just one glance, I'm not sure, what the blood I can't see looks like. But it gives me a sense of fear.

Zu Hang was standing at least two meters away from the door, and it couldn't be the door he closed. Or maybe he closed it when he went in. Running forward while passing the pass.

But why is he closing? My understanding is more inclined to the fact that this door is not closed by him, he is locked inside.

"Zu Hang!" I banged on the door, but there was no sound inside. Even if Zu Hang didn't answer me, he should be able to hear the sound of him walking inside. But there was nothing.

I was anxious and banged on the door panel and shouted Zu Hang's name. Huang Furong's mother could only scream loudly in panic, and Huang Furong was already stunned. The two workers were no longer working, and they stood at the door of the living room and watched us.

In this state, time feels very slow. My heart hurts almost every second. The more time passes, the more dangerous Zuhang becomes. Everyone told me that Zu Hang was very powerful, but what I saw was his exhaustion, his pain, and his bloodstains.

Thinking about the last time he entered the yin building alone, he walked out, but it was like that. I don't want that to happen again, and the pain is so painful that I feel like I'm having trouble breathing when I think about it.

I cried, even if I was strong, I couldn't be strong at this time.

It's just that when my tears dripped down, the door opened, and Cen Zuhang stood in front of me, looked at me, and said, "You can cry this." He reached out to wipe the tears from my face, but the hand stopped less than five centimeters from my cheek. I saw his fingertips, and there was a drop of blood dripping from them.

He hurriedly clenched his hands into fists, put them behind his back, and said, "It's okay, let's continue to collapse the wall." ”

The workers hesitated, but in the face of such high wages, they still decided to start work. Huang Furong's mother shrunk on the sofa, not daring to look at us, Huang Furong hurriedly asked Zu Hang what was wrong? Because Huang Furong and I were facing the door, and in the open door, we could clearly see the picture on the bloody wall.

It was already a bloodstain that we had seen that day, but a painting made of blood. There are no traces of washing. Although the drawing is not very good, I can clearly recognize the people on the picture. It was a man, with his head in his hands, his mouth wide open, his eyes glaring in horror. And there was a child above his head, and the child was holding a syringe like that for injections, which was pierced into his head.

Huang Furong's whole face changed in panic, and he said incoherently: "No, it's not like this." No, this, it wasn't like that yesterday. I didn't draw it. It's not ......"

Cen Zuhang patted him on the shoulder to calm him down: "I know you didn't draw it." It's okay, don't worry, it's all right. ”

Are you all right? Was it the man on the wall who was in the room with Zu Hang just now? Or is it the kid?