Xia Xue's father walked into the house, looking blankly at a pitch-black wooden box on the table, which had been delivered by a mysterious young man in the early hours of the morning.

The man said that if he poured the contents of the box into the roots of the dead tree in the courtyard, his daughter would be liberated.

He believed in ghosts, and the stern rebuke he had just given to the two visitors was just a matter of inwardness, and he had seen his dead daughter, whose thin figure and angry eyes kept him awake at night.

The mysterious young man said that recently people would come to ask about his daughter's situation, and those people were the factors that prevented her from being reincarnated, and as long as the contents of the box were poured into the roots of the dead tree, the gods on the dead tree would obliterate those people.

Whether there is a god on the dead tree, he doesn't know, but he knows that the tree is very old, and when he was a child, it was a zài, although it has been withered, but it has not died, and some elders have wanted to cut it down, but they have all inexplicably got sick, so that in the end no one dares to touch its attention.

Maybe there's no god on it, but a ghost!

Xia Xue's father sighed, tremblingly went up and picked up the box, and at this moment, there were a few more gray hairs on his head, as if he was a little older.

"Let's be a dead horse as a live horse doctor." He muttered, staggering but determined to walk out.

"What happens if the contents of that box fall?" He recalls the conversation he had with the mysterious man in the early hours of the morning.

"All the living and undead in the whole room will be devoured, like lit gasoline, bam! Nothing will be left. ”

"When is the best time for me to fall?"

"When the people looking for your daughter come in."

He still remembers the look of excitement on the look of excitement when the mysterious man said this.

"I can't kill people, I've never done anything like this in my life."

"Those people are demons, and they can turn the spirits of the dead into evil spirits, so that they can wander the world and do evil. Look at these reports, these children are dying. The mystery man threw out a stack of reports.

"Something to do with my daughter?" He read it in horror and asked hurriedly.

"The deaths of all of them bear a striking resemblance to a novel by your daughter, the time, the place, the appearance at the time of death. It's not a novel anymore, it's a script, the murderer is your daughter, can you bear to watch her be at the mercy of those people like this, doing evil forever without peace? ”

"How can I believe what you're saying is true?"

"It's easy for me to kill them, but I can't break some of the rules, you don't need to understand them, just remember that I don't have any intentions for you."

The mysterious man disappeared like a gust of wind, he believed it a little at that moment, he almost didn't doubt it at the moment, but not that he completely believed it, his reason had been emotionally collapsed, he owed his daughter too much, that thin body, and a face that was yellow because of nutrition...... Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see that his soul was tormented all the time, and he was on the verge of collapse.

So he prefers to believe that what the mysterious man said is true, that those two people are really demons, and that they are the factors that make his daughter uneasy.

At this time, his back straightened, walked out of the door, faced the rain, opened the wooden box, and for the first time saw the contents clearly, it was a puddle of black liquid similar to asphalt, bubbling one by one, he lifted it up, and slowly fell, the black liquid mixed with the rain penetrated into the ground, but strangely left no trace of jet black on the ground, as if it was washed away by the rain in an instant.

At the same time, the air flow in the sky seemed to be induced, and an invisible pressure appeared in the sky above the courtyard, and a series of thunderbolts swept across the sky, rolling on the dead trees, and the 'skull' came to life, shaking a few times, and suddenly those dead branches began to extend, like pythons, and the flexible circles were wrapped around the attic.

"Hehe......" bursts of cold laughter passed through the dead tree, as if countless people were laughing inside.

Xia Xue's father also smiled, relief, relief! I was relieved, too, and he longed for a thunderbolt to fall and shatter him.

He is kind, and even if he kills a real evil ghost, his heart cannot be at peace.

The clouds in the sky continued to roll, gradually separating the building from its surroundings, and in another building, the middle-aged woman who was looking through the glass suddenly smiled, very manly.