I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

Many high-rise buildings stand tall.

Bustling streets, gorgeous billboards.

A glamorous city.

But there are still some dark things hiding in unknown corners.

An old pickup truck passed between the tall buildings, turned around in a group of low buildings, and finally stopped.

"Mr. Yang, this is the place."

Midnight Butcher got off the car and pointed to a building not far away.

It was a square, small building with about six floors. The walls were mottled, and the layers of iron windows were covered with rust. It seemed that it had been exposed to wind and rain for many years.

However, from the outside, this building is not much different from other surrounding buildings.

Very ordinary urban village buildings.

Yang Shou looked at it twice, but didn't see that this was the entrance of a copy.

"Mr. Yang can't see it either?" Midnight Butcher chuckled and said, "The Heilou is no ordinary obsession dungeon.

"There is no other weirdness in it, the only weirdness is the illusory will of the black building."

"The black building is very good at hiding, and only malicious people can find the difference when they walk into the building.

"plz follow me."

The Midnight Butcher led the way, and the two approached the building.

When standing at the entrance of the building, Yang Shou thought about it and looked at the height of the building.

Hidden here is the will of a behemoth similar to the rules of Hongguang Homeland, but it obviously has its own wisdom.

It attracts murderers and perverts to come, and in the endless killings, malice and fear are extracted as rent.

In the depths of the deep corridor, there was the sound of subtle footsteps.

A weird old man with a sagging face who couldn't stand upright walked out slowly.

He glanced at Midnight Butcher first, then squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Shou:

"Do you want to rent a room here?"

"Sign your information."

He handed out a yellowed form.

The form is very thick.

Yang Shou took it and flipped through it briefly.

Many names have been recorded above, some are real names, some are pseudonyms similar to Midnight Butcher.

Most of the names are marked with scarlet crosses.

"Those who registered their real names should all be unlucky ones who entered the dark building by mistake."

"The rest are people just like us."

"I think Mr. Yang understands the meaning of the cross."

The Midnight Butcher approached and explained, with an excited smile on his face.

Within the scope of the black building, there seems to be a strange influence that makes everyone's evil thoughts difficult to suppress.

Yang Shou noticed this, did not say anything, and filled in his name on the latest page of the form.

"Sunshine boy."

When the old man saw the name, the corner of his mouth twitched, obviously a little surprised.

But after he got the roster, he just stood quietly, as if he was waiting for something.

Yang Shou's eyes moved, and he noticed that the column where he filled in his name began to turn red like blood.

An imperceptible will is peeping into his heart through his name.

"If you want to see it, I will let you see enough."

Yang Shou remained silent, stirring the sea of ​​malice deep in his heart.

In the black ocean, the waves are rough, and every drop of seawater splashed represents a certain kind of terrible evil.

This is the craziest murderer in the world, and it must be a jaw-dropping sight.

I don't know how many people have to be killed and how much malice they have to gather into a sea.

At this time, in the silent corridor, a gust of wind suddenly came out.

The weird old man staggered, his hand was unsteady, and the registration list splashed all over the floor.

Water stains were spilled by someone on the ground.

After the roster fell, it quickly got wet.

The red crosses on the names began to smudge, and all the names were faintly dyed red.

At a glance, it seems that every name is marked with a red cross!

"How is this going?"

Midnight Butcher's heart skipped a beat, feeling something was wrong.

It stands to reason that as long as the will of the black building confirms the malice of the comer, it will manifest its true appearance.

But now, nothing seems to have changed.

Could it be that this is really a sunny boy with no malice?

He calmly took two steps away from Yang Shou, and asked:

"Guardian, is he harmless?"

The weird old man in front of him is the keeper of the Heilou's will, and to some extent, he is the Heilou itself.

...asking for flowers...

The building guard paused, looked at the roster on the ground, and finally gave up the idea of ​​picking them all up.

He got up slowly, and did not answer the Midnight Butcher's words, but looked at Yang Shou, his eyelids twitching.

"Sir, you are not welcome here."

Hearing this, Midnight Butcher's expression changed, and he moved a few steps away again, looked at Yang Shou, and then at Heilou:

"Guardian, you are telling me."

"Is he harmless?"

"But his speech on the forum doesn't look like a normal person!"

"No, he's not without malice." The old man guarding the building said in a harsh voice, "His malice is terrible.

"Compared to him, you are too immature."

"I can't put him in the dark building."

0......0

"I need to protect you murderers."

ah?

Midnight Butcher was completely dumbfounded.

He never dreamed that he would hear such a statement.

They are the real villains, the twisters who are parasitized with weirdness.

It has never been the only ones who are afraid of them.

But the manifested will of Heilou actually said that he wanted to protect them.

"The last place where I was not welcome to enter has changed owners."

Yang Shou sighed, "I'm just an ordinary bad guy, I also want to enter the black building."

"If you don't let me in, I'll tear you down first."

The old man's face suddenly changed.

He actually didn't know Yang Shou's strength.

But having such terrible malice is definitely not an ordinary existence.

The old man guarding the building now suddenly hopes that killing people will be prohibited in the dark building.

This may be the best way to protect the killer.

But now, he didn't dare to offend Yang Shou, so he could only step aside.

Yang Shou stepped out leisurely and entered the dark corridor.

After an undetectable strange fluctuation, the corridor in front of him became even deeper.

The smell of decay and staleness hits the nostrils.

Behind the wooden doors on both sides, it seemed that someone was sticking to the door, listening to the movement in the corridor.

The faint smell of blood came from every room.

【You have entered the range of the black building】

[Reminder, the most dangerous thing is not being weird, but your neighbor doing it].