Yu Lan's palms were already sweating, I grabbed her hand and whispered comfortingly: "Don't be afraid of anything, I'm here." ”

Although Yu Lan was flustered, he nodded firmly when he heard me say this.

The two of us continued to walk up the stairs, the smell of burning paper was getting stronger and stronger, Yu Lan looked at me with a frown: "Do you smell it?" ”

I nodded: "I smelled it at the top of the stairs just now, come, you stand behind me." ”

Yu Lan nodded obediently: "Then you have to protect me." ”

"Of course, little fool." I smiled and said, seeing her like the girl next door, it's hard to love it or not.

The two of us slowly approached the smell of burning paper, and the smell became stronger and stronger, and I felt that the person who burned the paper should be next to me.

Next to me, there is a half-open wooden door, through the crack in the door, I can barely see the appearance of the house, looking at the photos in this room, it should be the bedroom where Wang Yang usually lives.

It seems that this smell wafted in from here.

But when I walked into the room, I found that the ground was empty, and I couldn't see even a trace of burning paper.

At this moment, I looked up and saw the open window in the bedroom, and I was shocked, could this thing have run down the window?

I hurried to the window to see if I could find any traces, but I couldn't find them, but I saw a faint red light in the opposite window.

The house opposite is also a very imposing villa, the other rooms are all dark, only this one room is emitting red light, and, I am sure, this red light is definitely not a light!

I turned around and ran downstairs with Yu Lan, rushing straight to the opposite house.

Yu Lan asked in a low voice, "What are we doing here?" ”

I lowered my voice and responded, "This house, it's weird. ”

I put my face in front of the door lock, and looked at me through the moonlight, and the house was unlocked.

Yu Lan and I looked at each other, and I carefully opened the door full of unknowns, slowed down, and slowly walked in.

As soon as I entered this house, I could be sure that the smell of burning paper was indeed coming out of this room.

The two of us walked down the stairs to the third and a half floors, and I could already hear the sound of burning paper upstairs, and when I walked to the door of the room, I poked my head to see, in this room, there were countless black and white photos densely placed, I closed my eyes and knew that this was not a posthumous photo!

The miserable white moonlight shined through the glass and into the ground, and in front of a girl's posthumous photo, a middle-aged man was kneeling in front of him, constantly adding paper to the basin.

I stood in front of the door and looked carefully at the photos in the room, which were arranged in an irregular manner, with different shapes of men and women, young and old, and a total of three floors up and down.

I thought about it for a while, and the first thought was, wouldn't this be holding any awareness?

Suddenly, my face was itchy, I instinctively touched it, and it was a big worm that fell on my face!

I snapped my hand, and my feet moved with it, making a creaking sound characteristic of the wooden floor.

The sound alarmed the man who burned the paper in the house, and with a "bang", the paper basin was knocked over by him, and a scream came out of his mouth.

It's no wonder that he was afraid, burning paper at night, and suddenly there was a sound behind him, who didn't panic?

Anyway, it was already exposed, so I didn't intend to scare him and walked straight in.

The man had been shaken to chaff on the ground, huddled in a ball, and sat down in the corner, his eyes fixed on the doorway, and the sudden appearance of me.

As soon as he saw me, he turned from sitting to kneeling, kowtowing vigorously: "Don't be surprised, I'll burn paper for you tomorrow, how much you want, how much I give, don't hurt me." ”

"Go, go, who burns paper with you?" I responded, "I'm a living person." ”

As soon as he heard that it was a living person, he kowtowed and froze in mid-air, and after a long time, he slowly stood up and said unhappily: "Why don't you follow the rules? Don't you say it's me today? ”

"Huh? What's that? "I really didn't understand what he was saying.

Perhaps the man was frightened out of anger, and the more he talked, the more excited he became: "What are you pretending to be stupid with me?" ”

As he spoke, he walked over and pushed me lightly and heavily.

I grabbed his hand and asked, "Tell me clearly, what are you doing here?" ”

"What? I'm incense, what am I doing? The man said indignantly.