I remember reading an ancient saying, saying that after a person's death, the soul finds a friend to entrust the funeral. After saying everything that should be said, he suddenly froze, and his face began to be hideous. Fortunately, a master rescued him in time, and this friend survived.

He turned to the master for help as to why his friend suddenly turned his face.

Gao Daodao: "The soul is good, and when people die, they are scattered." The spirit is evil, and if it is separated from the body, it will be disorder. It means that the deceased is newly dead, and when the soul is complete, it is the same character as when it was alive, but the soul is called away after the heart is broken, and what remains is the ignorant and unconscious spirit that will not be dispersed.

And at this moment, I am facing a dead soul who has something to do.

He probably knew he was ugly, and as soon as I went out, he turned around and lowered his head. The lights in the corridor were blue and white, and the rickety back walked to the window at the end.

It was a man, shorter than me, wearing a long coat with an empty sleeve that looked like it was just a skeleton to support him.

I felt a sudden, opened my mouth empty, grabbed the handle of my door, and felt the urge to knock on the door for help.

"Heh, heh."

"Hello, you."

"Huh."

"You...... Looking for me? ”

He took a slow step and walked straight into the wall. I subconsciously took a step, only to find that as he advanced, the original window disappeared, and the corridor stretched infinitely ahead.

The devil sent God, and I followed him. As I walked, I noticed that the floor had become a solid wood floor, the corridor on my side had widened a lot, and oil paintings and some beautiful decorations began to appear on the walls.

Is this his home? As I walked, I looked around, and it seemed that this was a multi-storey villa, which was only a big one compared to the one in Jiangwan. Very classical European style, with intricate decoration to the point of cumbersomeness.

Follow him all the way down several corridors to a large room on the top floor. The light here is dim, there are many spiritual positions against the wall, and there are huge incense burners between the two rows of candles, which are lit and extinguished. There was an old man dressed as a cleaner who was putting on a new batch of tributes. When he had finished his work, he bowed to the spiritual seat, and walked straight out of front of us with an empty basket, completely unaware of our presence.

This friend beside me, although his eyes were lost when he was alive, still persistently looked in the direction of the spiritual position.

These positions share a surname that makes my scalp tingle: Ho.

This is the ancestral hall of the He family!

"This, is there you here?"

"Huh." It was just the sound of empty air currents, but I heard a hint of self-deprecating bitterness.

Looking at the furnishings of this house, you can know that this person was either rich or expensive during his lifetime. It's just why he died so miserably...... I stole a glance at him, and he couldn't tell me the gray bones under the loose silk scarf at the neckline.

There was a sudden commotion outside, and a young man in ragged clothes stumbled up the stairs.

"Is Fang Ting back?"

I leaned down the stairs to look down, and the old man who had exchanged tributes just now greeted me: "No! ”

The man sat down on the ground and said, "There are too many of them, I was separated from him when I escaped, he, he is gone......"

A middle-aged woman had just come out of the room, and when she heard this, she fell to the ground on the spot, and the old man shouted repeatedly: "Madam, Madame." He hurriedly called for a helping hand to carry her away.

Many people came up to help, and while they were busy taking care of the lost woman, someone came up to the young man who had told the news, pulled him to the side behind the Roman column, and said a few words secretly.

The young man reacted violently at first, but soon calmed down. The servant was called to change into filial piety clothes, walked up to the lady, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Mother-in-law, please rest assured, the child will definitely find Fang Ting in his lifetime. You are not in good health, so you don't have to worry about the affairs of the family, just leave it to me. ”

As soon as he said this, everyone stepped back and gave way to a circle. Everyone's eyes looked at these two people, waiting quietly.

Madame asked carefully for a long time, and finally pressed her chest and cried unspeakably, so she could only nod weakly.

The young man was ordered in danger, and naturally some people were not convinced. Someone rushed up with a short knife and asked him if he deliberately put Young Master Fanghua in danger, and even suspected that he had assassinated the young master and came back to take away the family property. Some people hurriedly carried the lady away, and some people stepped forward to help the young man, and the two sides quickly fell into a chaotic fight.

At this moment, the person next to me suddenly spoke.

"Heh, heh." He was very anxious, and I followed the sound to see that he had raised his arm and popped out of the sleeve of his coat with a white finger bone.

Ouch, my heart, I almost didn't stop. I staggered a little bit against the stairs, trying to get away from him. But he was very persistent, and stiffly turned around with my movements, and his finger bones were raised and erected to his mouth.

"Don't move!" I took a sip and quickly retreated a few steps back into the hallway.

He was obedient and did not move again.

"You're telling me not to say it?"

"Huh."

"That'...... Then you have to follow me, is it for me to help you find someone, find that ......" I thought for a moment: "He Fangting? ”

"Heh, hehe......" With the sound of exhalation, he began to walk towards me.

"Don't don't, don't move, hey, I said, don't come here!" I didn't want to get up close and personal with him, for fear that he would pounce on me again with an agitation. I could almost smell the lingering rancid stench when I saw his face. I kept talking and threatening, but it didn't work. The gentleman grabbed my arm, and my whole body went numb as if I had been electrocuted.

Bai Sensen's hand bones held my forearm firmly, and one of his faces was about to touch it.

"You get out of here!" I struggled and spilled the contents of the low cabinet on the wall. The sound of the porcelain vase falling alarmed the underground group of beaters, and there was a sudden silence.

"Who is it?"

Footsteps began to approach, and in a panic I didn't know what I was stepping on, and one of my feet was unsteady and fell, and my shoulders were firmly slammed against the low cabinet, giving me a painful throat.

"Who?!"

With a snap, a figure could already be seen at the staircase, and within a second they would rush up, and the blind Mr. Revenant "Teng" turned into a puff of cyan smoke.

The smoke filled my body, and I could barely see beyond my arm's arm. Holding his aching shoulders and trying to stand up, his head slammed again. The reaction to the pain made me lower my head, but my eyes fell on a newspaper that I had pressed half to the side.

The date at the top of the journal shocked me!

...... on 5 April 2002

This is...... This is......

"Are you practicing opening doors with your head? Bub. ”

As soon as this question ended, everything in front of me changed. The blue and white fluorescent lamps, one by one, the doors of the rooms, this is、It's a hotel。

Above my head, Duo Xiao was sliding the door, looking at me with a question mark on his face.

"I, I'm fine." As soon as the tip of the nose warmed, two strands of nosebleeds rushed out, and "pop, pop" fell on the placket of the clothes, like candlelight in the dark night.