Start the liver experience with push-ups

The winter night came early and was even darker.

Coldness permeated the room, and a layer of white frost vaguely formed on the windows.

As the end of the year approached, the tenement building seemed increasingly empty and quiet.

Many people who came to Dongdu from other places to work had successively returned to their hometowns early to celebrate the New Year.

With less noise, it was quite suitable for the residents who stayed behind to go to bed early.

In the dimly lit living room.

Fang Cheng had been practicing Tai Chi for several hours, but he became more and more energetic, and he was not sleepy at all.

Ding-ling-ling—

Suddenly, a piercing alarm clock rang.

Fang Cheng immediately stopped his movements and looked at the panel information that appeared in front of him.

[Tai Chi Experience +12]

Then he turned his head and glanced at the alarm clock.

11:00.

It was already late.

Next, he could continue to meditate and practice his meditation skills for a while.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately stopped his stance, simply washed up, and walked into the bedroom.

Lights off, get in bed.

Soon, the room fell into complete darkness and silence.

Neon lights shone through the window, illuminating the figure sitting cross-legged, flickering on and off, with a slightly mysterious atmosphere.

The hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided, and various noises receded like the tide, becoming quiet and distant.

The unknown information hidden in the darkness, however, began to become active and magnified, more noticeable than during the day.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes slightly and silently visualized the flame in his mind.

Before his eyes, he could see streaks of electric waves appearing and disappearing, quickly passing by.

At the same time, the light radiating from the flame was also emitting some kind of invisible wave to the surroundings.

And the bright halo formed by the flame seemed to have a strange attraction to certain specific frequencies of electric waves.

During meditation, Fang Cheng could always hear faint rustling sounds in his ears.

Sometimes it was like someone was calling his name, and sometimes it was like the static from a radio station.

It was like… there were many eyes hidden in the darkness, secretly peeking at him.

However.

These strange illusions could not shake a mind capable of entering a meditative state.

Just like that, Fang Cheng continued to practice meditation, sensing his mental state.

Suddenly, he felt a slight movement in his heart.

He vaguely felt a strange foreign consciousness crawling along an electric wave, trying to drill into his mind like a caterpillar.

Whoosh~~

Then, wind rushed into the room, making his back feel chilly.

It felt as if something dark was lying behind him.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, but remained calm and composed, choosing to continue concentrating and entering meditation.

However, this time, a figure flashed by again!

Whoosh~

Whoosh~

Moreover, it seemed to be exhaling cold air, slowly approaching, and its face became clearer and clearer.

The facial features were like bleeding holes, and the complexion was as pale as unburned ashes.

It was like He Yao, who died by jumping off a building, and like Wu Shihao from the Red Tiger Gang.

Even more like the many people he had killed, their faces overlapping, distorted and unreal.

They were constantly crying, their cries strange and piercing, making his head buzz, making it impossible to meditate peacefully.

Fang Cheng's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, glared angrily, and shouted impatiently:

"Get out of here!"

As he exhaled, his internal organs, muscles, and bones seemed to tremble in unison with this breath.

In an instant, it was like a fierce tiger entrenched in the mountains roaring, and the thunder rolling across the sky surged, shaking the entire room as if it were trembling.

Boom—

With a faint scream, the figure in front of him suddenly dissipated, and his ears were suddenly clear.

The illusion that disturbed his mind never appeared again.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly, carefully scanning his surroundings.

He did not find any abnormal figures or traces in the room.

He just felt that his brow was a little hot, and the flame in his mind was shaking violently, and the fire of spirituality seemed to be burning more vigorously.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment.

Then he got out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled open the curtains.

Through the foggy glass window, he could see the scene downstairs.

Scattered incense candles were inserted along the street, and cold leftovers were placed.

A gust of wind blew, and the ashes burned in the brazier flew all over the sky.

The atmosphere really had a bit of a gloomy feeling.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered uncertainly, his expression a little strange.

To be honest, he would rather it be a vengeful ghost seeking his life, or encountering an evil ghost looking for a substitute.

But judging from the meditation perception, the possibility of being attacked by some kind of mental ability was obviously greater.

Looking at the silent early morning night sky, feeling the bursts of coldness coming.

Fang Cheng's mind flashed through every suspicious target.

Especially that guy…

Just then, a cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the almost solidified atmosphere.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he quickly picked up the phone from the bedside table and pressed the answer button.

"Hello…"

A very soft and weak voice floated from the phone, like the cold wind outside the window whimpering.

Listening carefully, it was the sound of gasping for breath.

"Xiu Mei?"

Hearing that the voice belonged to Zhou Xiumei, Fang Cheng was very surprised.

In the middle of the night, and living so close, why was this girl calling him?

"Brother Cheng…"

Zhou Xiumei gasped a few times, and then said with a bit of tremor: "I seem to hear someone walking in the living room."

She kept her voice very low, and her voice was a little trembling, seemingly because she was afraid.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly tightened when he heard the words, and he immediately asked:

"Did you see a figure?"

"No, I don't dare to go out, I'm just hiding in the quilt, secretly calling you…"

"Could it be your grandma getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom?"

"No, grandma went to Gufeng Temple to chant scriptures and pray for blessings, I'm the only one at home tonight…"

"Brother Cheng, could it be that kind of thing…"

Speaking of this, Zhou Xiumei's breathing became more rapid, and she dared not say any more.

"Don't hang up yet."

While calmly instructing her, Fang Cheng quickly took out his pistol from the drawer and quickly walked outside.

"Wait for me to walk to your door, and you rush out to open the door for me."

"Don't be afraid, even if there are dirty things, I can fight ten of them…"

While speaking, Fang Cheng had already walked out of his home and came to the Zhou family's door, which was only two houses away.

He found that the iron gate was indeed not locked.

Fang Cheng's eyes were instantly sharp, and he said in a deep voice:

"Okay, you can come out and open the door now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone, his muscles tense, ready to go.

Whirr—

The iron gate was instantly pulled open.

Bang!

He raised his foot and kicked open the inner door.

Fang Cheng strode in suddenly, his eyes swept like lightning.

He only saw a slender figure running barefoot from the bedroom.

"Brother Cheng!"

With a refreshing fragrance coming, the delicate body plunged into his arms safely.

Then, his arms tightly hugged his waist and back.

"Don't be afraid."

Although he hadn't found any trace of the enemy for the time being, Fang Cheng remained vigilant, holding a gun in one hand and protecting Zhou Xiumei in the other.

It's just that.

After carefully scanning the living room several times, he still did not find any traces of other people in the Zhou family, or any abnormal situation.

At this moment, feeling the curvy delicate body in his arms, smelling a faint fragrance unique to a virgin.

Fang Cheng's heart couldn't help but sway, and his expression was a little unnatural.

After taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and patted the woman's slender shoulders in his arms:

"Xiu Mei, go back to the bedroom and put on a coat, don't catch a cold."

"Ah!"

Zhou Xiumei also snapped out of her fright, realizing her embarrassing state of only wearing thermal underwear, and hurriedly broke free from Fang Cheng's embrace.

She quickly ran back to the bedroom, slamming the door shut with a "bang".

While she was changing, Fang Cheng leisurely turned on the lights in the living room and gently closed the damaged iron door.

Then, he conducted a more thorough search from the bathroom and kitchen to the other two bedrooms.

Before long, Zhou Xiumei came out, her cheeks flushed.

Seeing Fang Cheng's puzzled expression, she asked nervously:

"Brother Cheng, did you find anything?"

Fang Cheng shook his head:

"I suspect what you heard earlier might have been the sound of rats scurrying around."

"Rats?!"

Zhou Xiumei's voice trembled upon hearing this, and she quickly looked around at the corners.

For girls, the evil of creatures like rats may not be less than that of ghosts.

But at that moment, an unusual sound suddenly rang out.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound was very muffled, like someone was hidden in a box, knocking continuously.

Fang Cheng tilted his head and listened intently.

Then he looked down at the floor beneath his feet.

The sound seemed to be coming from the floor below.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Xiumei instantly realized what it was, and her face turned pale, all color draining away.

"Downstairs… is… is… He Yao's house!"

She seemed to have difficulty breathing, opening her mouth with difficulty, trying very hard to speak.

Just as she was speaking, two more knocks sounded.

Thump, thump.

These two knocks were noticeably slower, the sound dragging on for a long time.

Fang Cheng shushed softly, signaling Zhou Xiumei to be quiet.

Sure enough, after waiting for two seconds.

Then there were three more consecutive knocks, thump, thump, thump.

Much faster than the previous two, similar to the first time.

That is, a rhythm of three short, two long, and three short.

Fang Cheng keenly realized the problem.

This was likely some kind of distress signal!

After pondering for a few seconds, he looked up at Zhou Xiumei and instructed:

"Stay at home and don't run around, I'll go out and take a look, understand?"

"Brother Cheng!"

Zhou Xiumei immediately grabbed his sleeve nervously upon hearing this.

Fang Cheng patted her hand reassuringly, then handed her the gun he was holding:

"Do you know how to use a gun?"

"My dad taught me."

Zhou Xiumei nodded, then quickly shook her head: "I don't need it, you take it for self-defense."

She didn't ask Fang Cheng why he had a gun hidden, but was more worried about the safety of the man in front of her.

Fang Cheng smiled at her slightly:

"Don't worry, I know kung fu, and I'm very good at it."

Saying that, he flexed his arm, showing off his incredibly strong biceps.

Then his expression turned serious, and he solemnly instructed:

"You stay at home, if you see any dangerous situation, call me, or call the police immediately."

Seeing that Fang Cheng's attitude was very firm, Zhou Xiumei bit her lip and could only obediently comply.

After a few simple instructions, Fang Cheng first returned home, took out the white mask, and put it on his face.

Looking in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then he tiptoed, quietly passing through the dark corridor, and crept downstairs.

………………………………

Eighth floor, He's house.

In the middle of the night, the room was dark and gloomy.

The neon lights coming in through the window faintly illuminated a memorial offering table.

At this moment, the candles had long been extinguished, and the stacked fruit plates and cold rice were scattered in a mess.

Only a black and white portrait of the deceased remained in the center of the offering table.

However, several drops of red blood were clearly attached to the glass frame.

Munch, munch.

A black figure was lying on the ground, seemingly enjoying the offerings, swallowing food.

And the object of the meal was actually two bloody corpses.

The coldness in the air seemed to be constantly condensing, making the bloody smell so strong that it was sickening.

Bedroom.

He Jin held a clothes drying pole in his hand, staring nervously at the closed door.

As if he could see the terrifying scene happening in the living room outside through this door.

After hearing that something happened to his elder brother, he took a train from his hometown to Dongdu.

On weekdays, he helped take care of his seriously injured sister-in-law and his niece, who was not even ten years old, in the hospital.

Tonight is the seventh day after death, the night of the returning soul.

Although he couldn't find his brother's body, he still took his niece home, preparing to properly commemorate his brother and send him off.

For this reason, he specially invited two monks to chant the Rebirth Sutra all night long to save the souls of the dead.

He never expected to encounter such a terrifying thing.

The brother is back.

But what he brought was a massacre like a nightmare.

No.

What came back was not his brother at all, but a monster that looked somewhat similar to his brother.

He couldn't believe that his brother, who had always been gentle and kind, would become so terrifying.

At this moment, He Jin dared not go out, nor dared to say a word.

Afraid of attracting the monster's attention and breaking in to kill him and his niece as well.

"Uncle…"

A timid voice sounded.

He Jin lowered his head and glanced at his niece, who was clutching his sleeve tightly and was also full of fear, and immediately shushed softly.

Then he continued to hold the clothes drying pole and knock on the ceiling continuously.

This was a method of calling for help he learned when he was a miner in his hometown.

The lights in the rooms next door and downstairs had not been on, and it seemed that they had already returned to their hometown for the New Year.

Therefore, he could only pin his hopes on the residents who were still staying upstairs.

Hopefully someone will notice and be able to help call the police.

Just as he was carefully trying to send out a distress signal.

Suddenly, a "bang" was heard, breaking the deathly silent cold night.

It seems… the sound came from upstairs.

Even the monster outside was attracted by the noise, and the chewing sound stopped.

He Jin held his breath, not knowing what the situation was outside, whether the monster had left.

After waiting for a while, he tried knocking on the ceiling a few more times with the clothes drying pole.

However, just as he had completed sending a distress signal.

A faint murmur sounded in the living room.

Listening carefully, it seemed to be repeating a sentence:

"Hungry… hungry…"

Along with the murmur, a series of muffled footsteps sounded one after another.

That monster!

It seemed to have stood up and was walking towards the bedroom.

He Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly took his niece and hid in the closet.

Soon, the bedroom door lock made a series of "crackling" sounds.

The monster tried to open the door, but failed.

Before He Jin could breathe a sigh of relief.

Clang!

Another loud noise came, and the monster actually chose to break in directly.

That door was as fragile as paper to it, and could not play a blocking role at all.

Then.

Accompanied by heavy breathing, the footsteps gradually approached step by step.

Finally, it stopped in front of the closet.

He Jin didn't dare to breathe loudly, and at the same time firmly covered his niece's mouth.

The sound of his heartbeat quickened, like a drumbeat urging him to die, a premonition of death.

"Hungry, hungry… I want to eat meat…"

Through the crack in the closet door, a distorted black figure could be vaguely seen.

An extremely strong bloody smell came over him.

He Jin only felt that his heart was about to be unable to withstand it, and his niece was about to suffocate when.

A man's voice suddenly sounded:

"Want to eat meat? Come find me."