I made myself the protagonist

There was no light in the dark room. Although it was daytime, the curtains in the room were drawn up. The candlelight on the altar flickered, illuminating Aunt Mei's pale and haggard face.

The small living room was filled with offerings and talismans, and a lot of paper money and incense were stacked on the table. The room was filled with a strong scent of sandalwood, but it was also mixed with an indescribable strange smell. After staying for a long time, it became worse.

It makes people feel breathless.

This is Ah Jiu's home. At this moment, Aunt Mei is restlessly clenching her hands in the living room, looking nervously at a small room with curtains.

Ah Jiu was doing something inside. Through the curtain, she suddenly saw a child flash past. The child had bare feet, pale legs, and no blood. At first glance, he looked like a plaster dummy in a shopping mall.

Same.

Aunt Mei saw the child standing behind the curtain and let out a strange laugh. Just when she was about to step forward to find out, Ah Jiu's footsteps suddenly sounded from behind the curtain. Then, the child "swish"

, ran behind the door.

Aunt Mei felt a little strange. As a resident of the same building, she knew very well that Ajiu had been single for decades, so how could there be a child in the house?

Ah Jiu covered his handkerchief and walked out of the house, coughing intermittently. His face was ashen and his steps were shaky. After catching a glimpse of the kid in the room, Ah Jiu closed the door.

After seeing Aunt Mei's questioning gaze, he pretended to cough a few times and changed the topic first: "I have cast a spell to temporarily suppress Brother Dong's body. But why do you want to take off its mask? I'm not talking to you.

Did you tell me that you can’t touch it until the seven days are up?”

"Last night at 11 o'clock, he suddenly opened his eyes so wide. His feet seemed to jump up and hit the coffin desperately. My master likes to go out for a walk. I see him being locked up there every day.

Inside, I feel that he is too bored..."

Aunt Mei murmured: "So I let him out."

Ah Jiu coughed for several minutes, and was very angry at the stupid and pitiful old woman in front of him.

Last night, the other party took off the ancient money mask on Uncle Dong's face without permission, causing zombies to run rampant in the building, almost causing a catastrophe.

He slowly sat down on the chair, waited until the breath in his chest smoothed out, then picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, looking at the lost Aunt Mei sitting on the other side.

Fortunately, my little ghost reported Uncle Dong's corpse fraud in time last night; Uncle Dong died only three days ago, and the Yin Qi has not been completely absorbed. With his own ability, he can barely suppress it.

"I said, if you want Brother Dong to come back, you have to listen to me! If you continue to act on your own, don't blame me for not helping you!"

Suppressing Uncle Dong consumed most of Ah Jiu's mana, and he was still angry. This was to vent his dissatisfaction, and to intimidate the frightened Aunt Mei.

"No, I was wrong. I won't touch it again next time. Please save my master!" When Aunt Mei heard this, she suddenly panicked and kept begging Ah Jiu to help her.

However, Aunt Mei didn't know that the real murderer of Uncle Dong was Ah Jiu, whom she regarded as her savior.

Ah Jiu was originally a dying person, and he relied on absorbing the energy of the infant spirit to enhance his magic power and extend his life. However, due to the limited power of the infant spirit, his life breath was getting weaker and weaker, so he needed to borrow more sinister evil spirits to let him borrow it.

life.

So, Ah Jiu instigated the little ghost he raised to push Uncle Dong down the stairs and throw him to death. He wanted to turn Uncle Dong into a zombie with body and soul, and use it as a container to absorb the twin resentful spirits. After subduing the twin resentful spirits,

Refining them will extend your life.

Thinking that Aunt Mei was still kept in the dark and looking at her pitiful appearance as she kept begging him, Ah Jiu rolled her eyes and softened her tone: "Okay, I'll give you another chance. In the next three days,

I have other things to do. As for you, just take care of him and wait for news from me."

"Okay, okay... But apart from growing his hair and nails these days, he doesn't seem to have any improvement. Apparently I gave him crow's blood... Do you think I should catch some more black dogs for him...

...Didn't you say you have other options?" Aunt Mei wiped away her tears and looked at Ah Jiu in confusion.

Ah Jiu sneered and looked at Aunt Mei contemptuously: "Black dog blood is useless. What I want is boy's blood. Can you afford it?"

Aunt Mei didn't expect that the other party would make such a request, and was immediately stunned.

Seeing her like this, Ah Jiuwu collected the incense paper money on the table and said to her: "You should go back first."

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door suddenly. Ah Jiu stepped forward to open the door, and was surprised to find that the person standing outside was Uncle Yan.

"Uncle Yan, what's going on?" Ah Jiu opened the door a crack and asked the other person cautiously.

"That's right, I received complaints from the neighbors, saying that there are always noisy children here. I said you don't have children at home, but as a matter of routine, I still have to come and check." Uncle Yan said with a smile.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ajiu's eyes. He wanted to close the door, but unexpectedly the other party seized the opportunity and broke into the room.

After seeing Aunt Mei's figure, Uncle Yan suddenly showed a surprised expression: "Aunt Mei, are you here too? I saw that your door was closed recently. I thought you went back to your hometown? How is Brother Dong?

Long time no see him."

While talking, Uncle Yan calmly took out a few candies that he usually gave to Xiaobai from his pocket and threw them on the ground of Ah Jiu's house. Soon, a pair of pale little hands stretched out from behind the curtain, and quickly

The candy was taken away.

Ah Jiu's heart tightened, and she coughed several times, trying to divert her attention. However, this scene still did not escape Uncle Yan's eyes.

Hearing the sound of chewing coming from behind the curtain, Uncle Yan already had the answer in his mind.

Aunt Mei tried her best to smile and responded to the other party: "He has been feeling unwell recently and is resting at home. He will be fine in a few days. You guys chat, I'll go back first."

"Say hello to Brother Dong for me, and go slowly." Uncle Yan watched Aunt Mei leave with a smile, then turned his head and looked at Ah Jiu with a serious face.

He took out a piece of cotton cloth from his arms and slowly unfolded it, revealing a broken gold tooth.

Uncle Yan slowly lit a cigarette, looked at Ah Jiu and said: "I have watched you grow up, and you have always liked to play with these crooked things. Now, I just want to ask you, where is Ah Dong?

where?"

Ah Jiu's movement of packing things paused. He slowly raised his head and looked behind Uncle Yan.

At this moment, the other party did not notice that Aunt Mei, who had left, returned quietly.

With tears in her eyes, Aunt Mei quietly picked up an ashtray from the table, with a fierce look in her eyes, and hit Uncle Yan hard on the back of the head...

After separating from Zhao Sicheng, Ling Yun immediately asked the residents in the building and learned from them the floor where Ah Jiu lived.

He rushed to the elevator and quickly pressed the button. While waiting, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the yard outside.

Ling Yun heard the sound and rushed to the corridor, only to find a man covered in blood lying on the ground in the courtyard downstairs of the building.

Uncle Yan's face had been smashed beyond recognition, and blood flowed all over the floor along the back of his head. The bright red and the white of his shirt looked particularly shocking on the dark cement.

Ling Yun looked down at Uncle Yan who was lying in a pool of blood and had long since lost his breath. His eyes quickly searched the floors below. After a few seconds, he locked a position.

"Sure enough... still can't prevent the death of the plot character..." Ling Yun silently clenched his fists.

In the corridor on the thirteenth floor, Aunt Mei and Ajiu stood by the balcony, overlooking the bottom of the building.

"I'm sorry, don't blame me, I just want the master to come back safely..."

Aunt Mei murmured, and left slowly with staggering steps. Ah Jiu took out a cigarette stick from her arms, lit the tobacco leaves, took a deep breath, and looked up at the corridor on the 24th floor with squinted eyes.

A figure lying on the side.

When he suppressed Uncle Dong's corpse last night, he saw fresh blood stains in Uncle Dong's nails; however, strangely, there was no news of the death of residents in the building. He could die from the corpse-turned Uncle Dong.

Escaped, it can be seen that the other party is not an ordinary person.

"I didn't expect there were other people in the way. But it's useless. Anyone who stops me will end up dead."

Ah Jiu shook the cigarette rod in his hand and raised the corner of his mouth in a demonstrative manner toward Ling Yun until the other party disappeared from his sight.

Back in the building, Ling Yun glanced in the direction of the meter room. At this moment, Yang Feng, mother and son, who heard the noise, were standing nearby with blank faces, completely unaware of what happened.

"I won't let you succeed."

Ling Yun thought to himself and quickly walked into the elevator.