Looking at the man's strange appearance, Chen Jiayan also looked solemn, and obviously noticed that something was wrong.

I took the peachwood sword out of my backpack and said, "Follow me."

The yellowed chandeliers in the room swayed, and the concrete floor seemed to be covered with a layer of grease.

I stepped on it and tilted my head to see that the soles were a little brushed, sticky and a little slippery.

I looked up and saw a half-human-tall cabinet catch my eye.

The cabinet was wrapped in red satin cloth on all sides, and a golden yellow cloth hung down from the middle to the ground, blocking the contents from inside.

This house is in tatters, there is not even a decent piece of furniture, how can there be such a magnificent thing?

I took a few steps forward, and there was a large pile of words densely written on the yellow cloth.

It looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

As soon as I sniffled, a smell similar to bad milk rushed into my nostrils, and I immediately raised my vigilance.

Dealing with dead people for many years has made me very sensitive to the smell of corpses.

I'm sure the stench must be from the corpses!

Chen Jiayan followed up behind me and whispered in my ear.

"The qi in this room is very similar to the yin qi in your body."

I tensed up and asked, "Are you sure?"

"You can't be wrong."

I turned to look at the man and whispered, "What's in there?"

"Ahh

He was obviously stunned, and his eyes rolled: "It's just a broken book, and there is no place to put it at home, so let me move over."

At this point, my hand was already on the cabinet and I asked, "Book?"

Seeing that I was about to lift it, he staggered up with his fat head on his head and grabbed my arm.

"What a book!"

As he spoke, he grabbed me by the wrist and walked out, "Leave that broken cabinet alone! Help me!"

His action aroused my alarm completely, and I deliberately sat across from the cabinet, glancing at it from time to time.

"Whew."

The man sat down very reluctantly against the wall, and when I looked in, his thighs were not much thicker than my arms.

Supporting such a big head is obviously a bit difficult.

He picked up a large carton of milk from the table, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth.

"Hah!"

He threw the empty milk carton on the ground with satisfaction written on his face.

I looked at the mountain of milk cartons in the corner of the wall and was stunned.

That's a liter of milk, and I drank it without taking a breath?

The man sighed deeply, took his ID card out of his pocket again, and threw it in front of me.

"Look at it."

I looked at the ID and then at him.

Good guys, is this really a person?

Judging from the ID card, this man used to be quite handsome, especially his nose, which had a bit of Andy Lau's taste.

"Liu Zhiguo?"

"yes, it's me."

I gave him my ID card back, looking up and down at his strange figure.

There is a ghost named Swallowing Carbon, which resembles his figure.

There are many hungry ghosts, and carbon swallowing is just one of them.

This kind of ghost swaggered and deceived before his death, and made a lot of money for himself.

After he died, his belly was as big as a bucket, his neck was as thin as a needle, and he starved all day long in the Infernal Hell.

If you receive an offering during the New Year's holidays and eat it in your mouth, it will become a charcoal of fire, and the pain will be unbearable.

That's how the name Swallow Carbon came about.

As he was talking, he actually opened another carton of milk and poured it into his stomach tons by tons.

In just a few minutes, two liters of milk are in the stomach like this, a normal person will feel supported, right?

He was as thin as a hemp rod, and his stomach did not rise and fall at all, as if it had not been drunk into his stomach.

However, I swept my gaze upwards and suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

The position on his chest gradually bulged, as if he had two balloons on his chest.

And he, it seems, is not aware at all.

"Squeak Crunch ......"

A tooth-aching voice suddenly came.

When I looked up, it was a ghost!

The ghost baby who had been pestering me was now lying on the window, with a sinister smile on his face, and his hands scratching the glass.

I turned around and lit three incense sticks, put the charm on them, and placed them in the four corners.

As soon as Liu Zhiguo turned around, the moment he looked at the ghost baby, he let out a miserable howl and rolled down the stool.

"What's that?"

At that moment, the wooden door slammed, and some of the rusty latches creaked.

Don't think about it, it must be the monkey-faced old man!

At this moment, the cabinet blocked by the yellow cloth suddenly shook a few times, and Liu Zhiguo's face suddenly turned pale.

"Whew"

A gust of wind blew, and the yellow cloth was swept up, though I didn't see the whole inside of the cabinet.

But I saw the censer!

That is, this is not a cabinet at all, but a shrine!

In this house, there are offerings!

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the door panel is getting louder and louder, and if it goes on like this, the door won't last a few minutes.

I pulled the table over and put it behind the door, pushing myself against the table with my lower back.

"Chen Jiayan! Hold the talisman in your hand!"

I glanced back and saw that the yellow cloth on the shrine had been completely blown open.

A child, who was only a few feet tall, leaned out half of his body at the moment, with his two feet in the incense burner, staring at me expressionlessly......