"No need, you take it, take it all!"

When Jiang Chen threw the bank card over, Uncle Wei lost it again.

"I eat what the bureau has, I use what the bureau has, and I can't spend a penny."

That's right.

When Jiang Chen went to the Finance and Economics Department to swipe the card, the card was 36 million, which was not a penny, and Uncle Wei should have not touched any money since he retired thirty years ago.

He brushed 50,000, half of a month's salary.

There are 35.95 million left in this card.

Such a huge sum of money was thrown over by Uncle Wei casually.

And at this moment, he was standing on the steps outside the building, holding a cigarette in his hand, his old body hunched up, and his face with his back to the sun was full of smiles.

A little cramped, he shouted, "Boy! ”

"Uncle, my strength is humble, I can't find a mantle to inherit, I give you all this bit of family money, in the future when I die, you wrap me in a straw mat, dig a bigger pit and bury it, and put two cigarettes in front of the grave, how about it?"

Seeing that Jiang Chen seemed to want to refuse.

Uncle Wei was excited.

The puff of cigarette he inhaled didn't catch his breath, and he coughed violently, and his face turned red from coughing.

"Ahem, cough~ Old, old!"

"It's useless, I'm afraid it won't be long before I'm going to see you...... Captain, Xiao Wan ......"

He looked at the horizon, his cloudy eyes full of reminiscence.

Immediately, he glared at Jiang Chen again: "Boy! You won't settle accounts for such a good deal? A straw mat and two cigarettes, in exchange for the old man, I have saved half my life, and there will be no such shop in this village! ”

Jiang Chen nodded silently this time and put the card in his pocket.

"Okay, after you die of old age, I'll collect your body."

"But you try to die normally, if there are too many blocks, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish a mat."

Hearing this, the old man suddenly glared, and scolded with joy and anger: "I can't bear to have more straw mats, you kid is really an iron rooster, exactly the same as Lao Tzu and I were back then." ”

That being said.

Seeing that Jiang Chen should come down, he seemed to be extremely happy, took a deep breath of cigarette, pulled Jiang Chen to sit down on the steps, and talked about his experience when he was young.

At that time, there were not many supernatural events.

But Wei Changwu was unlucky, he just bumped into it once, and he still remembers that night, a fire broke out in his fairly solid house, people were eating people, and there was blood everywhere.

Someone escorted him to flee for his life.

But when he escaped for a few miles, the man became strange.

Wei Changwu sighed for a while, and jokingly said that if it hadn't been for that incident, he would have been a young master in that era.

He also talked to Jiang Chen about his mother, who was a very gentle woman.

I also have a younger sister who likes to tie a ball on the head and run behind a big yellow dog.

His father was a well-known good man within a radius of dozens of miles, and he brought back a coffin that night, but dozens of members of the family did not get a good death......

Chatting and chatting, Jiang Chen couldn't help but be moved.

It's not that I'm moved, people's joys and sorrows are not connected.

He was moved that after chatting with the old man for so long, he didn't contribute at all.

stared at Uncle Wei for a long time.

After being sure that he didn't feel the slightest malice from the other party, Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

At one point he even guessed.

The other party's experience is all made up, and in fact he is a pawn planted by the dark alliance into the yin.

But if you think about it, it's not right, some of the things I said before will cause mood swings, but there is still no trace of ghostly energy.

And Uncle Wei's experience is not like a fake, he should indeed have such an embarrassing past.

After the death of his family, he joins the underworld and follows the captain to deal with paranormal events and save those who share his experience.

In the end, I watched my teammates die in front of me one by one.

Ten years have passed, the heart is like ashes, the old people have all passed away, and only I am left to watch at the door of the Yin Cao Branch that I have worked together, watching the hope of generations of new people ignite, and remembering the people and things that have passed.

I have to say.

Uncle Wei's experience has added a lot of understanding to Jiang Chen's understanding of the era he is in today.

The resurgence of terror is no longer a simple sentence that there are ghosts in the world.

Rather, it is the pain and despair of generations.

When it was almost noon, Jiang Chen left, Uncle Wei may have his own secrets, but he is definitely not a big traitor.

He didn't care too much.

Tens of millions are nothing to Jiang Chen, who owns one-third of the Gu Group.

However, the old man has guarded Jiangbei all his life, and Jiang Chen can be regarded as growing up in Jiangbei.

He lacks someone to send him to the end, and he is a gesture himself.

Take a taxi home.

On the road.

Jiang Chen checked it out, and he gained nearly 10,000 ghost qi today, which is very good, after all, there is no risk, and there is no need to face those cruel and vicious ghosts.

Almost for nothing.

However, there are so many gains, and it is also because it is the first time to take such a wake-up method, and the emotional feedback of the public yin is relatively large.

Jiang Chen estimated that the harvest would be much smaller in the future, but after a month, 100,000 ghost qi should still be able to be obtained.

"Cool, if it weren't for the recent crises, I wouldn't have to go on a mission, I would have to wake up in the Yin Cao Branch every day, and after a year, I would almost have king-level strength!"

Jiang Chen muttered, dreaming sweetly.

But the current situation obviously does not allow him to do this, there are crises on all sides, and even Uncle Wei's previous words also imply some very dangerous information.

This old man, who was burdened with some kind of secret, seemed to feel that he did not have long to live.

"Troubled times, ......"

Jiang Chen shook his head and leaned on the back seat of the taxi, a rare trace of exhaustion rose.

When you get home.

He opened the Difu app, and there was an extra page on it, which was Yin Cao's special permission.

Enter "Ward".

There are many search results, the most important ones are nine files, which are the first to eighth wards, and one file marked in red - [Cursed Hospital] (Happy Mental Hospital)

Jiang Chen looked at them one by one, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became.

When he used to know about the Seventh Ward, it was said that the strongest thing there was only Bloody Clothes, and at that time he thought that the Ward was just an incident with a threat level of around B.

Only now do I understand.

The origin of the ward is so big!

After reading it, he summarized the information.

There is a hospital called Happy Psychiatric Hospital, which houses many physically deformed or psychologically distorted disabled people.

It is said that the hospital advocates that these anomalous humans should be given the same happiness as ordinary people.

Sounds wonderful.

But in fact, after these people entered the hospital, they became more and more unlucky, and soon died one by one.

They all cursed the hospital before they died, and from one day onwards, the Happy Mental Hospital became more and more weird because of it.

In the end, everyone who knew about this hospital called it the Cursed Hospital.

And by this time, this hospital had already become an unshakable behemoth, so terrifying that even the Yin Cao Yama had suffered a big loss at its hands!