"Smack" - the crisp sound of glass flies out and is thrown on the floor.

Gu Chuan clenched his fists, his finger bones turned white, he stood in the room, staring at the broken photo frame on the ground, and the posthumous photo fell out.

He hurriedly leaned down to pick it up, his expression was at a loss, and his hand was accidentally cut by the glass slag, Gu Chuan withdrew his fingers in pain, and saw that the fingertips were bleeding like flowers.

Drop by drop, blood fell onto the posthumous photo.

Memories hit Gu Chuan like a tide, and the scenes from ten years ago appeared in front of him like an old movie.

In the hospital,

The boy was silent, sitting on the white bed, his eyes staring in one direction in a daze, without any expression on his face, and a scar on his outstretched palm that had not yet healed.

The young man who came in first glanced at the boy on the hospital bed, then looked out the window, and then shouted enthusiastically: "Hello, little brother, the weather is good today, do you want my brother to take you outside again?" ”

He smiled brightly, but the boy did not turn his head, as if he took the person for air.

The young man habitually said, "Then let's go, Gu Chuan." ”

At last the boy reacted a little, he lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and the young man naturally walked up to him, took his hand and walked to the lawn outside the courtyard.

Along the way, the two did not have any verbal exchange, and the boy's expression was still wooden, which should not be the eyes that a child should have.

The nurses in the hallway were talking to each other, nothing more than discussing the child.

"I heard that this child was locked up in the garage by his father."

"Don't say it, I heard my friend say that this thing is very evil, say it's abusing a child, but only this child survived, and the man died."

"Listening to the child's neighbors, this father usually has a gloomy face, and everyone is shocked when he sees it, and I heard that the man used to be a Taoist priest, shhh, he is here."

The boy approached the group of nurses, glanced at them indifferently, then lowered his head and let the young man lead him outside.

The nurses stretched their heads one by one, and one of them pushed and shoved the others, "Forget it, don't talk about this, that child looks strange and pitiful, when he was first sent to the hospital, he has been supported by infusions, and his health is extremely poor, and he thought he couldn't survive one night." ”

With that, everyone stopped, and the woman glared in the direction of the boy.

"Sister Chen, I heard that you are going to resign?" The young nurse on the side pulled her over and motioned for her to look at something, didn't she say she wouldn't talk anymore.

She nodded and came back to her senses, "My husband bought a store outside my community, and this job is not suitable for me at the moment, so I still plan to go back and run a fruit stall with him." ”

"How can we sell fruit with high wages? Aren't all your children already in college, and they are also angry, and rarely ask their families for money. "The little nurse was extremely incomprehensible.

The woman smiled and said that she didn't understand, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar cost money anywhere, and besides, the nurse worked shifts every day, and she was old, and her body couldn't bear it for a long time.

The little nurse sighed, leaned closer and asked, "I heard that your neighborhood is the neighborhood where the child is?" Is there such a thing? Is what you're saying true? ”

Seeing her look curious.

The woman turned around, and when she saw the boy going to the courtyard, she turned back and said, "Rumors stop at the wise, don't talk nonsense." ”

The boy tilted his head slightly to look at the woman over there, and the young man above his head spoke.

"Little brother, compared to the ward full of disinfectant water, the air outside is fresh."

The boy did not answer his words, but silently walked to the bench, sat down, and began to be in a daze again, looking at the patients coming and going, not knowing what was going on in his head.

Seeing this, the young man smiled wryly and shook his head.

The previous scene in the garage left a great shock on him, and he wanted to say something from this boy, but he was stunned and guarded him every day in a daze.

"Uncle Policeman." A childish child's voice, the young man's expression was shocked, his eyes were fixed on the boy, and he spoke?

At this time, the phone in his pocket beeped, and the young man cursed secretly, why is it at this time, so he quickly took out the phone, and inadvertently glanced at the boy again.

A playful smile tugged at the corner of the boy's mouth.

"He's dead."

"He's dead."

Two voices intertwined in the young man's head at the same time, "Who?" For a moment, he didn't know who to ask.

After a while, his hand suddenly drooped, glared at the boy incredulously, and muttered, "The master is dead, he is dead?" There was a sobbing voice on the phone, it was his wife, his master committed suicide, just now.

"Xiao Zhou, you ...... Come here. The woman cried helplessly and looked at the man on the floor in panic.

It was a huge oil pot, the hot oil crackled and jumped on the ground, a man, red and swollen, naked upper body, his head stretched out in the pot that had fallen to the floor, and the whole person curled up in pain.

The woman who returned home witnessed this horrific scene, her husband turned his head and smiled at herself, and in front of him was a pot of boiling hot oil, and then, in the woman's horror, saw him plunge his head into the pan of oil, and the hot oil was spilled, and some of it was even sprinkled on the woman.

There was a bang The woman lay on the ground, and there were large and small blisters on her body, and tears flowed out uncontrollably, and after making the call, the original cry gradually became heavy, and her hands and feet shook uncontrollably.

Numerous blisters ran down the floor along with the red plasma on the man's body.

"Gross-"

Zhou Guangxue put away his mobile phone, realizing that the situation was wrong, he felt a panic, and the boy's words rang again, his face was very calm, and his eyes were level into the distance.

"He'll be back, he's dead, but he'll be back."

Zhou Guangxue bit his lower lip and ignored the boy, his eyes were red, and he hurriedly ran towards the gate of the hospital, he thought he was calm enough, but he still couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.

The words of the master lingered in his mind, and with the two words of the boy, the uneasiness in his heart became clearer and clearer.

The boy looked at the departing back of the young man, his expression was eerily calm, and then he said unfinished words, "My father, he will come back......"

He lowered his head and spread out his palms, which were Gu Fangwen's original words, "Xiaochuan, call me, I'm here." ”

Gu Chuan muttered and picked up the debris on the ground, completely ignoring the pain, "You lied to me, you clearly said that you would come back, I called you, you are here." ”

That was the agreement between Gu Fangwen and Gu Chuan.

Gu Chuan threw the fragments into the trash, and the runes behind the photo frame had completely disappeared the moment they were broken, which meant that he would never be able to come back to this home.

He turned around and walked into Gu Fangwen's bedroom, "You said it, you obviously told me that, but why did you teach me not a life-sustaining technique, but a corpse transformation spell!" ”

He looked at the wall, no, the corpse in the wall, with a pained expression.

Gu Fangwen has always been here, he has been hiding in this wall, he thinks he has hidden from everyone, but he is the one who is the deepest.

The corpse mantra, guided by the blood of the young son, does not enter the eight bitter hells, does not enter the way of reincarnation, and sleeps for eternal life, also known as the prison of the soul.

Gu Fangwen sealed his soul into his body, and with Gu Chuan's blood, he walked home step by step, hiding in the wall, and the runes on the photo frame were part of the corpse mantra, called containment.

Once in ten years, the corpse transformer will suck up all the blood and qi of the young son when he is victorious, which is why Gu Fangwen asked Gu Chuan to leave this house, because the time for containment has come.

But Gu Chuan couldn't figure out why he did this, why he lied to himself.

Gu Chuan has always believed in Gu Fangwen, no matter what it is, he once trusted him unconditionally, but since his death, everything has changed, he has become aimless, he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to do, just to live for the sake of living.

Ordinary people, Gu Chuan chuckled, Zhou Guangxue once said that he was an ordinary person, but Gu Chuan knew that he was not even as good as an ordinary person.

He has a dream of opening a small shop, but it is only self-comforting, just trying to find a goal for himself so that he can live a clear life.

"Hehe, my life is so boring." Gu Chuan came to the living room, took the book in his hand, and looked at the statue again, as if thinking about something, "Gu Fangwen, you want to avoid me like this, but I won't be as you want." Gu Chuan grinned and pointed to the wall with a smile.

I'll find a way to unravel the Necrophilic Curse.

Some black resentment came out of the wall little by little, and Gu Chuan noticed, "What? When I'm sober, can you still deal with me? Obviously, he said it with a smile, but Gu Chuan felt a chill.

"Run...... Come on. ”

This is Gu Fangwen's obsession, and the corpse transformer also has an obsession, which is interesting, the soul is not completely closed, so it will be generated.

"Why did you let me run?" Gu Chuan said to himself, "Are you afraid that you will kill me?" Why bother? You gave me this life, don't forget, that person was killed by you. ”

That person is Zhou Guangxue's master, and it is also the reason why Zhou Guangxue has been holding on to himself for so many years, just after Zhou Guangxue's master, Yang Feng, committed suicide, Gu Fangwen's body also disappeared on the same day.

Only Gu Chuan knew that Gu Fangwen was not missing, he was in this house.

Moreover, Yang Feng's death is inextricably linked to the mural painted by Gu Fangwen, even if Zhou Guangxue asked Gu Chuan in the back, even he didn't know what the hell picture meant, he only thought it was painted by the delirious Gu Fangwen at random.

He looked at the black mist with a cold face, was it an illusion? I always feel that the black fog turned into this obsession is different.

Gu Chuan picked up the book and slowly walked to the door, "In the past ten years, in fact, my life like this is quite good, didn't you say that I won't live long?" Is there such a thing as a life-sustaining technique? You know it yourself. Why, I'm afraid I don't dare to come out to see me, but I have my own way to meet you! He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

With that, he slammed the door shut.

Unbeknownst to everyone, there was a heavy sigh from the black mist, "I'm right here." ”

On the other side, Zhou Guangxue took out a photo, the person in the photo was lying on the ground bloody, his eyes were bloodshot, he was in a trance, the phone rang, and then he pulled his thoughts back, "Hey, is it Officer Zhou?" I've got something on my hand that you're sure to be interested in, about that picture of hell. ”

"Who are you? Why do you know this? Zhou Guangxue heard the unfamiliar voice on the phone, instantly straightened up, and said vigilantly, "Also, what happened to him?" ”

On the phone, the man chuckled a few times, "It's okay, your friend is safe, I won't do anything to this Taoist priest, since you are investigating the events of the year, you might as well let me tell you some clues, of course, unconditionally." ”

The other party's tone was relaxed.

But Zhou Guangxue's expression was extremely ugly, and he knew his identity.

"I heard that you have a case in your hand, go and check the person named Wang Ming, you will have unexpected gains."

"Who the hell are you!" - With a beep, the phone is hung up.

Zhou Guangxue clenched his fists, frowned at the photo on the table, and then dialed a number, "Hey, something happened to the people I sent out, let those two come back to me, what?" What the hell are you doing in Wushan Ghost Ridge! Where birds don't poop! Zhou Guangxue was so angry that he threw the phone on the table, his tone was very excited, and he dropped the chain at the critical moment.

It seems that this matter will have to be investigated for yourself.