Zhang Xiaohan withdrew his hand on the table, and there was a small burgundy peach pit hidden under the palm, and when nothing happened, he ate the last bite of noodles and prepared to leave.

In front of him, the middle-aged man sat unceremoniously in front of Zhang Xiaohan, he ripped off his scarf, pulled his neckline, complained about the ghost weather outside, and then looked at Zhang Xiaohan.

He lowered his voice: "Eh, I've met a ghost, I can really bump into anything these days." ”

Zhang Xiaohan didn't speak, and ate noodles by himself.

"A hundred lives, two fates." The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Xiaohan, his eyes suddenly flashed with a different color, and he changed his tone: "Eh, something is wrong, something happened to your seniors, you are a tribulation." ”

"Friend, don't hide at this juncture, don't be afraid of accidents when you run out!" The middle-aged man's tone was quite concerned at this time, and with a reassuring kindness, he put a business card on the doll. "Mountains and rivers meet, we have a fate, you can call me if you have something, and you can take care of it."

But Zhang Xiaohan ignored him at all, and after eating the noodles, his face was neither yin nor yang, nor lukewarm.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was not bored, looked at the bowl of clear soup noodles in front of him, and shouted: "Let's talk about the rules, come first and come first, it will be yours, but it has to mean it, friend, then I will not be polite to this bowl ......of noodles."

Without waiting for him to finish, Zhang Xiaohan took the doll back, got up and picked up the clear soup noodles with one hand, walked to the table next to him, and put the bowl next to the girl.

"You eat, don't cry, go home early after eating."

"You ......" The middle-aged man glared at Zhang Xiaohan, still holding chopsticks in his hand.

Zhang Xiaohan didn't say a word of nonsense, turned his head and went out, leaving the middle-aged man staring dryly.

On the Kuanqu Street with a cold wind, there was no one there, Zhang Xiaohan walked briskly on the side of the road, his pace became faster and faster under the swaying shadows of the trees, and his back was getting farther and farther away from the casserole shop.

In the middle of the night, silently, the last storefront lights on that street dimmed at two o'clock punctually, and everything was safe.

Zhang Xiaohan came to a relatively dilapidated community, and through the dilapidated walls, each wall was like a deep eye, staring at several old buildings in this community.

Bypassing the winding red brick path, ignoring the surrounding scenery that has not been built all year round and showing his teeth and claws, Zhang Xiaohan entered one of the buildings, only seven floors, very old, the walls are gray and black for many years, and every house is also equipped with anti-theft windows on the outside, with all kinds of things, clothes, mops, everything.

The corridors are also flooded, the walls on all sides are covered with dense small advertisements, and only a dimly lit voice-activated lamp can provide illumination in each floor, and some corners are invisible, and I don't know what is hidden there.

Zhang Xiaohan climbed up to the fourth floor, faced an iron door on the right, stretched out the key, and just as Zhang Xiaohan was about to turn away, Zhang Xiaohan's movements suddenly stopped, slowly turned his head, and looked at the darkness in the corridor, where there seemed to be something.

After a few breaths, Zhang Xiaohan turned the key, entered the door, and closed the door with a bang.

And the corridor also fell into a deep cold silence again at this time, the corridor was dark in the sound, there was a gurgling sound, as if a piece of pig iron was stuck in the throat, and at the moment when the voice-activated light was turned off, a pale hand slapped on the wall.

Zhang Xiaohan returned to the house, as usual, looking at the room by the door, his eyes were like eagle eyes, carefully examining every object.

In the room, in addition to a bed, wardrobe, and some necessary living facilities, the rest are some strange objects, such as a gossip mirror hanging on the opposite side of the bed, under the gossip mirror there is a statue of Yama with an abominable face and a big sword, and there are three mahogany swords of one size on the table, and there are some scattered rune papers on the table, copper coins, etc.

In addition, there are many strange small objects, such as a palm-sized bronze dragon, two Pixiu with their faces facing the sky, and a dark jar sealed by a glass case, on which are crossed with two yellow blood ink talismans......

This is Zhang Xiaohan's living environment.

Zhang Xiaohan has never let a second person into this room, it has been five years.

After making sure that nothing had changed in the room, Zhang Xiaohan put the briefcase on the shoe cabinet beside him, took out a small object from it, and put it on the table.

It was the burgundy peach pit in the casserole shop, in fact, at this time, if you look closely, there are a lot of jerky words engraved on it.

Zhang Xiaohan took a mirror from the side, put it behind the peach pit, and put the doll next to the peach pit.

After doing this, Zhang Xiaohan walked to the edge of the bed without saying a word, took off the cap, and sat down, and the bed was facing the table and cabinet.

The moment Zhang Xiaohan turned around and sat down, a hideous and distorted woman's face appeared on the mirror, and a faint and gloomy green light appeared in front of the mirror, which made that face even more terrifying.

But in the face of the sudden appearance of a face that had been burned by a soldering iron, Zhang Xiaohan's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he was accustomed to it.

Zhang Xiaohan is indeed commonplace.

"I saved you." Zhang Xiaohan said, if he didn't accept her, with the middle-aged man's methods, her fate would be very miserable.

"Without you stopping me, I would have succeeded a long time ago!" The face of the man in the mirror is disheveled, and the voice is low and hoarse.

Zhang Xiaohan's expression still did not change, and he looked in the mirror: "The two of them are innocent." ”

"Innocent?" The woman suddenly hysterically "innocent? Their sons have abandoned our mother and daughter, and fallen into the hands of evil people, and have suffered great humiliation. Can't you see it! Look! She's only six years old! I'm only six years old! ”

The woman roared wildly in a hoarse voice, and the burning scars on her face pulled the bloody wounds, pulling out the flesh strands, which became more and more terrifying.

"His parents didn't do anything wrong." Zhang Xiaohan's voice was light, and he rolled up the sleeve on his right hand.

When the sleeves were rolled up, the woman's voice stopped abruptly, and she looked at Zhang Xiaohan with some consternation.

And Zhang Xiaohan ignored the woman's voice, but stared at his right arm, just on his arm, a black line extended from under the clothes to the elbow, three inches away from the wrist, and the end of the black line stretched out countless branches, opening teeth and claws, wanting to reach out to his wrist.

The woman exclaimed in a hoarse voice: "Hundred lives! You're a hundred! ”

But then, as if she understood something, the woman stopped screaming and sneered: "If you help me, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to pass this level?" Now it's only three inches left. ”

"It's just fate." Zhang Xiaohan lowered his sleeves and looked at the woman.

The woman snorted: "Do you think this will make up for it?" ”

"How about adding one more daughter to you?"

Zhang Xiaohan spoke quickly, without any mud and water.

After speaking, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he smiled very lightly, but very sincerely.

The woman was stunned.

There was silence in the room for a long time, and after a long time, when I looked at the woman again, tears welled up in her flesh-and-blood eyes. "I, I never thought about it...... This one...... There are still good people in this world......"

The voice grew fainter and weaker, more like it was gone, the face in the mirror was gone, and the green light was gone.

Zhang Xiaohan was left sitting at the head of the bed, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Xiaohan got up, and a line of silver light came out of his left hand, which was a small knife.

"Your daughter still needs four years to recover, and I have prepared a container for her." Zhang Xiaohan took out a rectangular black wooden box from under the drawer, and there was a coiled dragon on the box. "You can go with confidence."

Zhang Xiaohan took out a knife and slashed it in his palm, and a drop of dark blood dripped from his palm onto the peach pit.

"Thank you." The woman's voice gradually faded away, not hoarse, not hysterical, full of the sweetness and gentleness of a young woman.

Zhang Xiaohan glanced at the doll, opened the dragon box, put the doll in, and then closed it.

After a glance, Zhang Xiaohan put the dragon box next to the statue of Yama, reinserted three sticks of incense in front of the statue of Yama, and worshiped three times sincerely.

After doing this, Zhang Xiaohan suddenly frowned fiercely, cold sweat came down from his forehead, and he covered his chest tightly, as if his heart had been inserted by a needle.

Zhang Xiaohan's aching lips were pale, his eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was even more bruised, and the muscles on his face were extremely distorted.

Suddenly he collapsed to the ground, twisting in pain like a maggot on the ground.

After a while, Zhang Xiaohan fainted in front of his eyes.

After a while, the iron door of the room creaked open a gap that was not too big or too small, and along the ground, a round eye was outside the crack in the door!