"Fushou Smoke House."

"Is this it?"

Huo Yunche raised her eyes to look at the mansion in front of her, which was not very magnificent, and even had a sense of dilapidation, but it was similar to the mahjong parlor she had seen before.

Huo Yunche took a light step forward, as if something was stopping her from approaching. Her eyes flashed red, and when she raised her eyes again, she was even more shocked and gasped.

The huge black skull was grinning in her direction, and the malice in the eyes was pouring out.

The entire mansion was infected by the black intent for a long time, and even the ravines on the ground could not escape black light, and the black streamers slowly hooked together in the diffusion, and finally swallowed the entire Fushou Smoke House, turning into a black skull that occupied most of the sky, and was powerful here.

Huo Yunche's eyebrows were filled with a trace of solemnity, and his eyebrows were unconsciously twisted into the shape of a twisted flower, and he unconsciously recalled some news he heard along the way-

"Don't say anything else, let's just say that the baby in our town who lost his wife when he was born but insisted on carrying the pressure of the family and did not continue to pay the strings, that stubborn bone has suffered all his life, and he is not even willing to accept the gifts of his neighbors, and he is also evil, and in the end, he is confessed to the Fushou ointment."

"He even has to buy bags of rice on weekdays."

"Early this morning, I also saw Lao Zhangtou pulling him to Fushou Tobacco House with the girl doll who finally became a father and a mother."

"Oh, what a sin."

It's no wonder that the homes of the people she passed by along the way were always secretive about the Fushou Tobacco House, like a frightened bird, and only one or two pieces of information could be extracted from the occasional few words.

When you enter the Fushou Tobacco House, whether you want to smoke Fushou Paste or not, in the end, you will be like a change of sex, smashing pots and selling iron for it, bankrupting your family, and even, like losing your mind, selling your sons and daughters, just to suck a mouthful of that Fushou Cream.

It turned out that the strange soul origin power on Aunt Wang's man was not a special case.

Huo Yunche lowered his eyes to look at the black intent that couldn't stop passing by her side, and slowly retracted the protection of his left hand soul power, allowing the outside world to infect her.

"Take a sip."

A straight and warm voice sounded in Huo Yunche's ears, and a little bewitching aura mixed with fatal temptation surged in her mind.

This is, Daddy's voice

Huo Yunche's eyes rarely showed a trace of anger, she raised her eyes and glared fiercely at the black hole in the air that was shouting in an orderly manner, secretly suppressed the black intent in the palm of her left hand, raised her legs, and walked towards the mansion built into the Fushou Tobacco House.

After accepting the blackness, the feeling of obstruction that seemed to be there completely concealed her whereabouts, and she pushed open the door of the Fushou Tobacco House, her eyes slightly darkened.

There is no light in the room, a miasma of black smoke, a few small tables are messy, more than a dozen people are sitting at the table, and there are no less than 20 people around them, although the posture is different, but the face is full of unnatural red light, and the corners of the mouth can't help but sigh with satisfaction.

Tsk, a bunch of addicts.

With Huo Yunche's eyesight, it is naturally not difficult to see that the black intent accumulated in this part of the people is no longer something that can be formed in a day or two.

There was a trace of impatience in her eyes, but her steps paused slightly, pretending to be timid to find her family, and her eyes shuttled on the ground, searching for the best way to land.

"Excuse me, is my dad here?"

The nine-year-old child-sized body formed Huo Yunche's best cover, and she groped towards the back room while shouting "Daddy" softly.

"Da Da Da-"

The sound of unhurried pacing came, followed by a "plop" sound of kneeling.

Huo Yunche stopped suddenly, she looked around, found a corner covered by a falling white cloth and hid, quietly melted into the darkness, opened a corner of her right hand, revealed her eyes, and looked out.

"Uncle, give me a sip, just a sip, uncle"

An old man with somewhat lame hair like weeds who had not been taken care of for a long time and looked to be over half a hundred years old knelt on the ground, and kept facing the one in front of him, holding a delicate cigarette stick in his hand, and kowtowing to the man unhurriedly on it, once, again, again.

I could hear that there was no sense of slackness, it was all real strength, and within a few strokes, blood oozed from his forehead, dripping downward, obscuring his honest and simple face, which was more hideous and terrifying.

"Do you have any money?"

The man held the cigarette stick on the old man's chin, and the disdain in his tone was not disguised at all.

"I don't have any money, but!" The old man shook his head bitterly, as if he had thought of something, rolled his eyes a few times, stood up, nodded his head, and pulled two girls who were bound in their hands and even covered their mouths and walked in. "Uncle, look at my daughter, how smart she looks, I'll keep her here, okay, just one bite"

Tut.

Litter.

Huo Yunche clenched his fists slightly, seeing that the girl who was dragged over did not struggle in the slightest, he lowered his head numbly between the man's raised hands, but the tears on his face were faintly hidden, and the longing and resoluteness that looked at the old man, mixed with a slight death in his gaze, he shifted his gaze a little angrily.

"Early this morning, I also saw Lao Zhangtou pulling him to Fushou Tobacco House with the girl doll who finally became a father and a mother."

Thinking of the neighborhood gossip he heard in the morning, Huo Yunche pulled the corners of his mouth a little unnaturally, I'm afraid it's the old Zhang Tou who suddenly changed sex in the mouths of the villagers and the big doll he finally pulled, right?

It's just that there is someone behind this girl?

Why does this figure look so familiar?

Huo Yunche looked behind the girl with some suspicion, but he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark corridor where there were only some faint candles, not to mention that there were still a few people with pestles in the way.

"Uncle, please, just let me suck it."

The old man tugged at the corner of the man's shoe and begged, the man finally appreciated the appearance of the first girl who was obviously afraid of death but was strong, and sneered lightly with little interest, raised his right hand slightly, and smashed the unrefined packaging on the old man's face, and then raised his foot and walked towards the motionless figure behind.

"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle-"

The old man picked up the thing on his face and stumbled out, not forgetting to feed himself the longevity paste he had finally obtained.

"Bang-"

One accidentally fell to the ground, he didn't care about the pain in his body at all, his mouth couldn't stop whimpering, and he lay on the ground in distress and licked wildly.