Fu Qian looked at the wrinkled old man in front of him, and estimated that he should be seventy or eighty years old, although he was old, his body was very healthy.

Wrong! Why does this Mu Beiwang look the same as seven years ago, not old at all? Could it be that my memory is wrong?

Fu Qian had already asked, "Grandpa Mu, don't you remember me?" I'm Fu Qian, when I was a child, I often came to you to eat the rice crackers you made, have you forgotten? ”

Mu Beiwang laughed when he heard this, and said: "Old man, I'm not stupid, I won't forget what my surname is, if you encounter any difficulties, young man, you can tell the old man, the old man's family is nothing worth deceiving, but I do have rice crackers, if you don't dislike it, I'll give you that." ”

Mu Beiwang's smile was very kind, revealing his teeth that were blackened by drought smoke, and as he spoke, he got up and went back to the house, took out a packet of rice crackers that were firmly wrapped in oil paper, handed it to Fu Qian, and motioned him to accept it.

Fu Qian took the rice crackers in Mu Beiwang's hand, and his embarrassed smile concealed the helplessness in his heart, he could be regarded as Mu Beiwang who grew up, but now he didn't recognize himself, and even regarded himself as a liar.

He secretly swore in his heart that he must find Munan and investigate the cause and effect of all this.

But why is this happening, Mu Nan disappeared without warning and was forgotten, although the Mu family is still there, but the old man said that his family is not the Mu family, and he has lost his memory of Mu Nan and him.

Just as Fu Qian was thinking about it, he felt that someone seemed to be staring straight at him in the distance, staring at him with chills down his spine.

But Fu Qian looked around, but he didn't find these eyes, is it an illusion?

After saying goodbye to Mu Beiwang, Fu Qian returned to his old house in the village, seven years ago he moved into the county seat with his parents, and this old house was abandoned, but he didn't expect that one day he would be able to return to this place where he grew up.

Fu Qian looked at the dilapidated two-story blue brick house, which had not been inhabited for seven years, and not a single weed had grown, although the house was dilapidated, some of the old furniture in it that had not been removed had not been removed without a trace of dust.

Even the bedding on the bed looked like someone had slept yesterday, and the iron pot on the earthen stove was clean.

It's weird, it's weird.

Thinking of the sights he saw along the way, he couldn't help but think that this was a ghost town, but how could there really be ghosts and gods in the world, if there were really ghosts and gods, then all this would make sense.

What happened along the way was too bizarre, Fu Qian's brain had been exhausted, and the more he thought about it, the more headache he had, so he simply didn't want to, and he would go to the junior high school in the town tomorrow to have a look, and that's it for today.

After a brief wash, I went to bed and prepared to rest, but as soon as I closed my eyes, the familiar feeling rushed straight to my head.

Someone's staring at me!

This time Fu Qian felt very really, he was sure that someone was staring at him, and it was not far away!

Then there was a dull sound of footsteps outside the house, which was walking towards him step by step.

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

Getting closer...... Getting closer.

Crunch~ As the footsteps disappeared, followed by the sound of the old wooden door being opened.

Fu Qian tried his best to open his eyes, but his eyelids were like being tightly glued by super glue, he couldn't open them, and even his body couldn't control them, as if he had been given anesthetic, and he was weak.

"Damn, it can't be a ghost press!"

Fu Qian was nervous and cold sweat broke out, and he imagined 10,000 possibilities in his mind, either he fell into some trap, or he was a ghost pressing......

But he prefers to believe in the former than the ghost press, but who would want to harm himself? When did you get the trick?

The footsteps got closer and closer, but he stopped in front of his bed, and there was no movement.

Fu Qian opened his mouth hard, and struggled to pop out two words from his mouth: "Yes...... Who? ”

The other party didn't speak, and at any moment a sharp pain came from his chest.

One, two, three......

Although I can't control my body, I feel the heart-rending pain very much.

It was silent, unusually quiet, and he could only feel his own rapid breathing.

The man was using some sharp weapon, constantly stabbing his body, and finally, as the control of the body was awakened by the sharp pain.

Fu Qian opened his eyes weakly, only to see a man wearing a peaked cap and a black mask standing in front of him, with the short blade in his hand raised high and falling heavily.

Another knife.

Fu Qian subconsciously touched his wounds, his body had been stabbed by the short blade in the man's hand, and he could really feel the blood that was constantly flowing outward.

"Damn, what's the way? None of them will die! ”

The man's hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and the tone seemed to be very unexpected.

"That's a lot of fun!"

The man looked at Fu Qian with interest, although it was pitch black all around, Fu Qian could clearly feel the killing intent in the man's eyes.

This was followed by one, two, and three cuts......

But although the man kept stabbing Fu Qian's body one by one, he could still hear Fu Qian's rapid breathing.

Finally, the man stopped, and looked at Fu Qian with a cold look in his eyes, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to reach his mouth: "Although I don't know why I can't kill you, I advise you to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise even if you really have an impregnable vitality, I will come to kill you once a day until I kill you." ”

After that, the man inserted the short blade heavily into Fu Qian's heart, and the short blade kept swinging with the beating of the heart, and the scene was very weird.

Seeing the man walking away, Fu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, now his body was full of holes, blood was gushing, and he had already lost his sense of pain.

He dragged his extremely weak arm, clutched the short blade stuck in his chest, gritted the crown of his teeth, and pulled it out with force, pulling the short blade out of his heart.

He was not surprised by the strangeness of his body.

Since he was born, he has found that his body is different from ordinary people, and if he usually bumps, even if he breaks his arm, he can always be miraculously healed the next day.

He only thought that he was in good health, and even the doctor couldn't give an accurate answer to explain why his body was like this, but he never thought that he would be able to die without worrying after being stabbed dozens of times today.

It was only then that he realized that there were too many things in this world that science could not explain.

At this time, his consciousness was extremely clear, and the severe pain in his body after calming down made him unable to sleep, so he took advantage of the moment to take a good look at the whole incident.

The first is why he suddenly encountered the "ghost press", what kind of medicine should he have been given, and the killer's reaction must have been premeditated, and from the time he returned to Baoning County until he returned to the old house of the Fu family, the only people he had close contact with were Master Mo and Old Man Mu.

But how did you get into it? After he got out of the train station, he was randomly selected among the many masters of Mo, so if the master of Mo wanted to calculate himself, what was his motive, and how would he know that he would definitely choose him?

And the old man Mu handed himself a bag of rice crackers, and the rice crackers did eat themselves, counting the distance from his house and then to the old house, it was only less than twenty minutes, so thinking about it, the old man was the most suspicious, and what was his motive? Is it because he's investigating Munan?