Knock knock.

"Who? Don't knock on it! ”

Knock knock.

The knock on the door was still unhurried.

"Ge Laozi! Don't you see our house arguing and smashing things?! Annoyance, I said don't-"

The door on the third floor opened, and the woman with a hideous expression raised her eyes, and the angry scolding that came to her mouth suddenly froze, and her expression was blank for a moment.

"Hello," Quan Heng withdrew his hand from knocking on the door and smiled lightly, "The ghost mother asked us to help make some candles, can you let us in?" ”

The woman opened her mouth at a loss, and Tang Wei stood behind Quan Heng, clearly seeing a moment of panic flash in the woman's eyes.

…… Panicky?

Don raised his eyebrows, will the monster show panic when it sees a rookie player? It's normal to salivate and kill.

"Who's knocking?" A man's rough voice came from the room, and footsteps gradually approached, "Damn, who is so unsightly looking for trouble!" Don't you see that we don't have time? ”

"Yesterday, the house made a mess of those two girls, and everyone came to drive them out-"

The man stopped behind the woman, looked over her shoulder and saw Kwon Heng, his voice instantly froze, and his pupils shook violently.

"What's wrong?" Kwon Heng's smile deepened, "Do we know each other?" ”

"No, I don't know." The woman blinked in a panic, reacted first, and barely squeezed out a smile, "What did you just say you were here for?" ”

"Make candles." Kwon Heng said.

"Ah, it turns out that I was helping to make candles, come on, come in." The woman put on a smirk and greeted warmly.

Quan Heng and Tang Hao went in together.

The husband and wife glanced at each other, their eyes wary, and the woman glanced at the living room schematically, and then caught up with Quan Heng to lead the way.

The man closed the door, hurriedly took out three incense sticks from under the TV cabinet in the living room, lit them, opened the wall partition, and looked at the tablets placed inside.

"Right here, this is the ancestral hall, and the offering platform is inside."

The woman beckoned, pushing the door open first.

The yin wind blew through Quan Heng at the moment of pushing the door, and the light sound of bells came and went, and there was an unpleasant fishy smell in the air.

It's like something has been soaked for too long and has rotted.

Quan Heng lifted his eyes, and his eyes changed from the yellow rune paper swaying in the wind in the room, the red line bells that kept ringing all over the room, to the offering table covered with incense ash and wax oil, and the unidentified objects covered with red cloth in the innermost part.

Outside the window, the wind lifted the corner of the red cloth, and a small piece of the baby's lotus root arm could be vaguely seen inside.

"Why did you forget to close this window? Ah, it must be the two girls who came before, taking advantage of our quarrel to toss around. She grumbled as she closed the window.

The wind instantly stopped, and the noise of the rattling in the room subsided, leaving only the afterglow of the bells turning, and the red cloth that wanted to be revealed also subsided, no longer stirring.

"There are only two red candles left on the altar before, you remember to be careful and make them quickly." The woman's afterglow kept leaning towards Quan Heng, and she withdrew from the door, "We won't bother, you can do it yourself inside." ”

She slammed the door shut and glanced at her husband on the side, with jealousy and resentment in her eyes.

"These two monsters know you," Tang asked vigilantly, observing the furnishings in the room, uncomfortable with this eerie oppressive instinct, "What's going on?" ”

"Didn't you always suspect that I went through the prediction?" Quan Heng looked at the yellow talisman floating in front of him, raised his hand and lightly browsed in front of him, "I have indeed experienced it, and I have indeed got clues." ”

"What clues?"

Quan Heng put down his hand and fixed his gaze on the innermost desk, "The family portrait I saw in the prediction plot is different from the family portrait I saw outside. ”

Although I went through it a total of eighteen times, and each time it changed, it was the people who went back and forth.

The last one is the most complete -

Aunts, uncles, cousins, mothers, and her as a "child".

"Phew! It's this unfilial imp again. The woman gritted her teeth and sat on the living room couch, staring at the picture frame in her hand.

There are five people in the family photo.

Standing in the second row are the husband and wife, and the miserable white baby lying in the woman's arms munching on a broken finger candle, the baby's strange and mutilated body, loose fetal hair, and a sinister smile at the camera.

And the two people standing in front of a family of three -

"Bastard! Debt Collector! ”

The woman suddenly scolded, angrily slammed the photo frame on the table, picked up the scissors on the side and stabbed into the photo frame, "bang" The glass burst out, and the faces of the two people in the front row were poked together.

"Hurry up and make a wish and kill those two people inside! More incense! Dot! ”

The woman got up and pointed to the tablet in the dark grid, urging the man to move, then turned her head and spat viciously at the family photo.

"Damn little bunny, he killed us seven or eight times, and he has to take revenge."

The live broadcast camera narrowed in her resentful gaze, and the picture gradually became clearer, and the front row of the family photo was tied with the ghost mother and Quan Heng!

[I'll go!] What's the situation?! (Doghead shocked)]

[This family photo??] Come on a clever monster and talk about it, you don't have enough brains]

At the moment when the barrage wailed in question, snowflakes erupted on the live broadcast screen, and there was no signal interference noise, and after a few seconds, the picture flickered a few times and stabilized-

The room was dim and the decoration could not be seen clearly.

Quan Heng sat in a wheelchair, his wrist Buddha beads were shiny and warm, and the two fingers of his right hand were curled against the corners of his forehead, looking at the family photo frame in his hand.

The side cheeks are calm and indifferent, the eyelashes are lowered into a narrow arc, and there is not a trace of waves under the eyes.

If Kwon could see, he would recognize that this was the beginning of the eighteenth dream.