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"Oh, Tianyu has grown up, and he knows how to think about his elders! Third uncle's love for you is not in vain!" Han Zehai looked pleased and pulled Han Jingchuan.

"Brother, let's go and guard the door."

"Be careful, don't hurt the old man!" Han Jingchuan warned again and again. Although he was not reassured, he had no better way, so he turned around and waved to Han Wenshan.

"Second brother, don't you come with us?"

"No, I'm watching the old man here. I don't trust him if he insists." Han Wenshan shook his head and said with a firm attitude.

Han Jingchuan glanced at him and didn't force it.

"You, take good care of the old man!"

After saying that, he and Han Zehai walked towards the cellar entrance.

There were only two flashlights left in the cellar, the light was much darker, and the anxious breathing in the deepest part finally became calmer.

"Mr. Han, come and help me light up, and I'll subdue the old man." Lin Qin also knew that the old man was afraid of light, so he put out the flashlight in his hand.

"Okay!" Han Tianyu nodded, glanced at me warily, and followed Lin Qin deeper into the cellar.

"I advise you not to anger the old man, otherwise he will go crazy and you don't know what he will do." I reminded lightly.

"What are you worried about? If you don't get rid of the pain, the old man will suffer for another day. Do you want to kill the old man?" Lin Qin said sharply.

"I can't afford this crime." I sneered, "If you want to commit suicide, I won't stop you, but this is the life of the old man of the Han family. If something happens, I think you should be very clear about the consequences. "

Lin Qin was stunned for a moment, with a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

"Daozhang Lin, don't listen to him! I can see that this despicable guy is afraid that if you save the old man, he will have no chance to pretend to be a ghost!"

Han Tianyu said with disdain.

"Daozhang Lin, don't be fooled by this kind of person! I believe you can definitely save my grandpa!"

Lin Qin was shaken at first, but was driven away by Han Tianyu's words. He was neither advancing nor retreating.

"Of course I won't be the same as him. No matter how dangerous it is, I will do my best to save Mr. Han!"

In the end, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

A mahogany sword in one hand and a silver talisman in the other.

Han Tianyu was beside him to provide him with light.

The two of them cautiously walked towards the deepest part of the cellar step by step.

Han Wenshan was afraid that something would happen, so he winked at me. He and I followed behind the two of them without turning on the flashlights.

In the cellar, the only flashlight light slowly shone.

In the deepest corner of the corner, there was a skinny man lying on the ground on all fours like an animal, turning around anxiously, making a hoarse cry from deep in his throat.

Her sparse white hair was in a mess, and the silk pajamas on her body were scratched and scratched, and the wounds were wet with blood.

Although his face was turned away and his appearance could not be seen clearly, the pajamas he wore proved his identity and he was no different than Mr. Han.

The long, sharp, black nails were almost turned outwards, and the ten fingers were bloody, which was particularly shocking to see under the cold white flashlight light.

As soon as the flashlight light came closer, the old man seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing, and he squeezed hard against the wall.

His fingernails scratched his body fiercely, leaving scars one after another, which was simply too horrible to look at.

"Old man, we are here to save you. Just bear with it for now. As long as you lower your head and get rid of it, you will be able to get rid of the pain." Lin Qin held the peach wood sword and approached cautiously.

Han Tianyu was holding a flashlight, not daring to get too close, and watched nervously from the side.

Han Wenshan was even more nervous than him, and he didn't blink, for fear that the old man would have some shortcomings.

The poor old man has dominated the shopping mall all his life, but now he is like a rat in the sewer, hiding in a dark corner and trembling.

I couldn't help but sigh and shook my head.

"Old man, I'm offended!"

Lin Qin was still a few steps away from the old man. With a low voice, he picked up the silver talisman with the tip of his mahogany sword and rushed forward with a single stride.

The tip of the sword hit the old man's forehead.

The old man was so frightened that his teeth were about to crack. He pressed his limbs to the ground and arched his body, then suddenly jumped up.

Boom!

Lin Qin was thrown to the ground. The old man kept running forward, and then ferociously pounced on Han Tianyu.

Han Tianyu stepped back in fear, unable to resist, and was slapped hard on the face by the old man, leaving a clear five-finger mark.

The flashlight fell to the ground and rolled to the side.

"Dad!" Han Wenshan shouted in pain, but he didn't get close to the mad old man.

The old man went crazy and broke many wine jars. The ground was slippery, the air was filled with a strong smell of wine, and the entire cellar was in a mess.

"You all, stop moving. At this time, the best way is to let the old man calm down first, rather than just force him." I shouted loudly.

Originally, the old man still had one month to live. If they did this, he might die early.

Han Tianyu covered his face in fear. The slap from the old man was very hard, and he did not dare to mess around.

The flashlight rolled on the ground, emitting a faint light.

The old man angrily picked up a jar of wine and tried to smash it over fiercely.

At this time, Lin Qin jumped out from the side, flicked his wrist, and pointed the peach wood sword on the back of the old man's head.

As if a restraining spell had been cast on him, the old man suddenly stopped holding the wine jar.

"Mr. Han, come and help me. Put the He Fu seal on the old man's forehead."

"Really, is it really useful? You won't go crazy again, right?" Han Tianyu was really scared, unlike before, looking at Lin Qin as if he was looking at a savior.

"This is the Celestial Master's talisman drawn by my master's hand. It can suppress all evil spirits. As long as it is placed on the old man's forehead, he can regain his composure."

Lin Qin's sword tip did not dare to let go of the old man. He was sweating profusely and urged anxiously.

"Quick, if you hesitate any longer, I won't be able to stop the old man!"

"Okay, me." Han Tianyu covered his face and walked towards Lin Qin tremblingly.

"Tianyu, stop messing around! Don't you look at what you have done to the old man!" Han Wenshan pulled him back.

"Second uncle, maybe it was because the talisman was not attached just now. I'll try again." Han Tianyu said unwillingly, walked over and quickly took the silver talisman from Lin Qin's hand.

I won't shed tears until I see the coffin, and I'm too lazy to stop it. They will suffer if anything happens again.

"Grandpa, please don't hit people like crazy again, I'm your eldest grandson!" Han Tianyu trembled and walked around to the old man, and put the silver charm on the old man's forehead with trembling hands.

Then, it suddenly popped up far away.

Lin Qin took a deep breath and tentatively released the peach wood sword from the back of the old man's head.

The old man still maintained his posture of holding the wine jar high, motionless.

"Look, I'll just say it's no problem." Lin Qin breathed a sigh of relief and showed a confident smile, "Now, I'll do the trick and help the old man get rid of it."

But before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly turned around and hit him hard with the wine jar in his hand.