"Since Eight Feet and the doll took the initiative to come to the door, there will be no more evil spirits for the time being, and everyone can rest."

Now that Qin Jue's words are the holy decree, the children of the Qin family, who have stayed up all night, are relieved, and they sit in the corner one after another, and fall asleep while sitting.

But those old elders, all of them have weak kidneys and weak bodies, and Qin Jue can only let people sleep on the floor in the lobby and sleep on the ground than to be killed by evil people in the house for no reason.

A short break.

Qin Jue turned on his phone and began to search for information from the outside world.

Sure enough, the Internet has become a mess.

No matter what platform it is, there are crazy people shouting.

"Crazy! It's really crazy! My mom is chasing me with a knife! Ask me if I want to cut a few pieces of meat on my body to make my favorite meat buns! ”

"Brother, your mother is crazy, come here, but there is something that my brother has to tell you, my brother likes men more, but it's better than being chased and cut by your mother."

"I'm hiding in the house right now, shivering! There was a bride in red standing at the door of me, banging her head on the door, and constantly asking me to go out and lift her red hijab, damn, I was about to cry! ”

Suddenly, an unusual message appeared on the Internet.

"Coordinate Jiangcheng, there is a super fierce man!"

"There was a madman in Jiangcheng who ate the employee of a hamburger restaurant, and then ran out on the street to kill people, but this super fierce man took an iron rod and shot the madman in the head with a stick! The streets are full of red, yellow, and yellow! This is the scene of the scene, it really exploded! ”

There were two pictures at the end of the message, which were the photos of Qin Jue killing the starving ghosts.

Qin Jue's eyes were indifferent, and the ancient well was unwavering, and he continued to look through other information.

And at this moment, in a rental house in Jiangcheng.

Fang Xiu, a young man with an inch head, was tapping on the keyboard passionately.

I can't wait to describe Qin Jue's every move in detail.

is like the image of Qin Jue's little fan brother.

"The landlord's mother's nest is spreading horrific photos?"

"It's synthetic! Can an iron rod shoot people in the head? ”

"The disgusting picture that the landlord turned out from the dark web has been reported to the Internet Supervision Bureau!"

"It's disgusting, this is a fierce man? This is a murderer, right? ”

"This guy with a tin stick is crazy, isn't he?"

Looking at the malicious comments that kept pouring out, Fang Xiu pursed his lips, and just wanted to say a word.

Fang Xiu thought about it for a while, and crackled out a paragraph.

"The world has changed! Don't you see crazy people everywhere? Heroes emerge from troubled times, what can you eyeless trash know? If I could see that super fierce man again, I would stay with him even if I was a cow or a horse, and only fools like you would want to stay away. ”

This passage inspired more malicious comments.

Fang Xiucai didn't mind, leaned back in the chair and stretched his waist, a colorful tattoo looming on his arm.

Yes, Fang Xiu is the kind of person in Jiangcheng who loses the face of his eight-generation ancestors, a tattooed gangster.

Because of this tattoo, he couldn't find a job at all, so he could only live in a rental house, do some game boosting, earn a meager salary, barely make ends meet, and not starve to death.

In the past, Fang Xiu was full of enthusiasm, thinking that he was a big guy if he got a tattoo.

But the reality has already beaten him so that he doesn't know how to fight back.

"Well, if only I could go to Dragon City."

Fang Xiu seemed to remember some of the past, and sighed helplessly.

Just then, he heard a dull knock on the door.

Fang Xiu sighed in his heart, he had no relatives or friends here, who would knock on the door?

I couldn't help but think of those posts on the Internet just now.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu gently grabbed the iron rod he picked up next to him and tiptoed to the door.

The door of the rental house is very thin, just a layer of wood, but fortunately there is a simple cat's eye.

Fang Xiu didn't see anything through the cat's eyes, but the knocking on the door continued, so his pupils moved down as much as possible, and then he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle!

Outside the door, on the dirty floor full of colorful advertisements and saliva, there is a [person]!

Yes, just crawling!

Because this person's hands and feet are on the ground like a reptile, but instead of the spine facing the sky, but the belly is facing the sky, the head is facing the sky, and a sickly smiling face stares directly at the cat's eye above, and Fang Xiu on the other end of the cat's eye looks at it.

"Nest! Damn it! ”

Fang Xiu trembled, reflexively retreated, and hit the cabinet.

His teeth chattered a little, his palms clenched the iron rod harder, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, and his lips trembled with fear.

", what's that monster out there!?"

Fang Xiu swallowed his saliva, plucked up his courage and looked at the cat's eyes again.

This time, the crawling [man] no longer crawled, but straightened up like a dog, his belly against the door, his hands and feet twisted behind him, as if someone had broken and tied him in the opposite direction with a rope, and the sickly smiling face was stunned and stuck to the cat's eye, and a pair of pure black strange eyes looked through the cat's eye.

When he saw Fang Xiu reappear in the cat's eyes and look at him, the corners of the sickly smiling man's mouth cracked in an exaggerated arc, and he made a sharp and strange hoarse voice.

"I see you."

"I really saw you!"

Fang Xiu shouted in fright, and slammed back and hit the cabinet, almost breaking his bones, but he couldn't care about fear, because there was already a crazy crashing sound from the door, and the fragile wooden door was crumbling, and dust was everywhere, as if the [people] outside would break into the door in the next second.

Fang Xiu's lips trembled wildly.

He froze for two or three seconds, then pulled out his phone like crazy.

I didn't call the Patrol Bureau, but an unfamiliar number.

This number was left to the little boy casually after Qin Jue killed the starvation trick.

At that time, Fang Xiu was coaxed and deceived into asking from the little boy's mouth.

"Hey, who's that?"

A cold male voice came over the phone.

Fang Xiu felt that the air around him was much colder.

It seems that the other end of the phone is the underworld, and it is the Yama of the Xudu City!

"I, I'm Fang Xiu." Fang Xiu trembled and said, "Brother, big brother, please, can you please save me, there is a madman who wants to enter my house, he, he is banging on the door!" He, he's not human! He's a monster......"

"Stop."

Fang Xiu shuddered and shut up.

Then there were words from the other end that made Fang Xiu desperate.

"In this terminally ill world, I have no obligation to save you."

Fang Xiu was desperate, and his hand holding the phone trembled wildly.

The colorful tattoos on his arms, and his skin trembled, losing his inherent majesty, like a clown who had taken off his armor.

There is no obligation to save me.

Yes, no stranger is obligated to save me.

Even if he is, Qin Jue, the heir of the old Qin family.

Fang Xiu bit his lip, and before he knew it, he was already dripping with blood.

The crazy knocking sound next to him, the sound of [I see you], the crumbling wooden door in the dust, are frantically destroying Fang Xiu's spiritual defense, and unconsciously, this one-meter-eight man actually burst into tears, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

But a second sentence came out on the phone.

"The door hasn't broken yet?"

Fang Xiu subconsciously said: "Hmm! ”

"What kind of door is your house?"

"Old, old rental house, wooden, wooden door, worthless."

Fang Xiu stammered.

"So what are you afraid of? Whatever you want to do with it. The voice on the other end of the phone was a little impatient: "A garbage thing that takes time to even break the door, what are you afraid of it for?" ”