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I felt that my body was very heavy and I couldn't lift my head. I couldn't turn over even if I wanted to. I could only stare at the top of my head blankly.

"Am I dreaming?" Everything around him was clear, including the cabinets, chairs, and the coffin beside the bed. Every trace could be seen clearly: "Yes, this is my house."

The eyes are moving and the consciousness is clear, but the body cannot be controlled, as if something is pressing on the body?

"No! Someone is standing on my bed!"

My pupils suddenly shrank, and when I looked sideways, I saw a figure standing on my lower abdomen!

His face was blurry, and all he could clearly see was the thick tawny coat he was wearing and the long black hair that was dragged out from the cracks in the coffin.

"That ghost on the Guocun construction site!" After the initial fright, I quickly calmed down and thought about countermeasures: "Why did he appear here? Did he come back with the coffin? But I clearly saw him that night He ran out with the workers and must have gotten stuck on one of them. And to be on the safe side, I asked Ergouzi to drive around the busiest places in the city for a few times. How did he find him? ?”

Looking closely, the old and rotten yellow-brown coat came into my eyes: "Did he find it wearing his clothes when he was alive? You really shouldn't take things from a dead person."

Except for my eyes, I couldn't move any part of my body. This was the first time I encountered such a situation.

The ghost figure in a tawny coat stood beside me. He slowly lowered his head and got closer to me. The face hidden in the black hair became more and more clear.

The intuition honed by several live broadcasts of life and death tells me that I must never let it get closer, but now I can't open my mouth, can't speak, and can't call out to Bai Qi downstairs.

"what to do?"

The black hair was like ink rolling around my body, feeling cold to the touch and freezing into my bones.

His face stopped when he was one foot away from me. There was some vicissitudes in that face, and I didn't see any ferocity or distortion in it.

"It doesn't look like a ghost?" I met a real ghost during the live broadcast on the No. 14 Hearse. He was dressed in blood and red, with hatred in his eyes and a strong desire for destruction.

This ghost is not the most resentful ghost. I saw that he was still wearing the clothes when he died, and I thought of another "person". It was still the live broadcast on No. 14. When I got on the bus, an old man got off the bus. , he also wore the clothes he had worn during his lifetime.

"This black shadow should just stay in the human world. It is a ghost that has not entered reincarnation because of the care of cause and effect." Thinking of the old lady who was crushed to death, I tried to use my mind to communicate with the black shadow in front of me.

Thanks to the experience in Huang Xue Meng, my thoughts are much stronger than ordinary people: "Old man, every injustice has its owner and its debtor has its owner. You can't kill innocent people indiscriminately. The black-hearted real estate developers are the culprits. I and the construction site Those brothers are also victims!"

I don’t know if the old man can feel my thoughts. I’m not even sure if this is a dream or reality.

But after listening to my words, the old man's face slowly moved away.

"It works, he can understand!" I was willing to compromise and made a promise in a low voice: "Old man, I know that the old lady died unjustly, and this revenge must be avenged. I beg you to believe me once and let me help you. Go find that black-hearted developer who treats human life as nothing, and when I find out where he lives, I will personally invite you to his house, and you can take whatever revenge you want!"

There is no need to hesitate when it comes to choosing between his own life and a black-hearted developer. He can use money to settle lawsuits in the underworld, but I don't believe he can escape the revenge in the underworld.

Speaking of which, every time I live broadcast, I receive a commission from the underworld. I am familiar with the people. Compared with the inexplicable and gloomy phone calls, the old man’s way of appearing is different, but it does not make me too panic.

"Old man, believe me once and I will give you a satisfactory answer."

The ghost standing on my body still didn't leave. He seemed to be thinking too. After a while, the black hair flowed on the window and turned into several strange fonts.

"Before twelve o'clock tomorrow night, if you are alive, you will see people, and if you are dead, you will see corpses."

Seeing these words, I felt relieved: "Old man, I accept your commission!"

The black hair receded and the old man slowly disappeared from my sight.

My heart skipped a beat, I opened my eyes and sat up from the bed.

"Is it just a dream?" I was sweating on my forehead. I didn't dare to look around for fear of accidentally seeing something, so I turned on the light in one quick step.

The warm light dispelled the darkness in the small store. I stood at the door and looked at the coffin beside the bed.

"Is the thread broken?" Looking down, I saw that the thin thread I had tied before had been pulled and broken, and the coffin seemed to have been moved. At this time, it happened to be pressed against the unfinished Three Infants Spirit Gathering Array.

Ruoyouruowuyin wind was blowing in the room, and I was surprised to find that the Three Infants Spirit Gathering Array, which was just beginning to take shape, was now able to gather yin energy.

"What an unexpected surprise. It turns out that this lacquered wood coffin can also be used as a formation eye." I patted the coffin lid with a complicated expression. "The ghost of the old man has returned, and the ghost of fate is still inside. Will the old man, the young man, and the old man be together?" Unknown changes?”

I tried to open the coffin, but it was of no use. After pushing it for a long time, the yin air blew on my back, and the light above my head suddenly flashed on and off, which was very scary.

"It's over. From now on, no one will be able to live in my little shop at all."

I picked up the quilt and prepared to go to the first floor to lay the floor. Before I left, I took another look at the window. In the dream, it was the handwriting left by the old man on the glass.

"We need to find a developer before twelve o'clock tomorrow night. It's not a big problem." I agreed to the old man's commission in my dream, and it wasn't just words.

Rather than being a pawn of the powerful and powerful businessmen, I prefer to help the souls of the dead pursue the karma left behind during their lifetimes, not for money or power, but just for peace of mind and dignity.

Sleeping on the cold hard floor with the quilt in his arms, Bai Qi even leaned into my arms, as if he was curious about why I kept competing with him for space recently.

…

In a basement in Jiangcheng, Lu Xing was sharpening the sharp knife in his hand, and next to him knelt a handsome young man.

The young man seemed to be very afraid of Lu Xing. He didn't say a word and even breathed carefully.

"Your brother is dead, why do you still have the nerve to come back?" Lu Xing waved the sharp knife twice in the air with a cold light after sharpening it.

"That painting should be in Gao Jian's hands now. It contains the destiny of noble Tianyi. We must get it back as soon as possible." The young man did not dare to say more for fear that Lu Xing would do something crazy.

"Are you teaching me how to do it?"

"I don't dare, I just want to tell you what I know."

Lu Xing grinned, his face covered with scars twitched, and he looked very scary: "Tomorrow during the day, you first determine his whereabouts. At night, you wait for my instructions. We will do it together. Seizing the painting is the second best. The main goal is to kill this variable. ."

His eyes were sinister, and the wounds on his body had not yet healed: "This person is also collecting the eight-character evil spirits. He should have known the secrets of fate and wants to change his fate against the will of heaven."

After listening to Lu Xing's words, the young man nodded in agreement and echoed: "Okay, just do what you said."

"It's okay, you go and rest."

With Lu Xing's consent, the young man slowly stood up while rubbing his numb legs.

After he turned around, Lu Xing stopped smiling, took out a finger-long red evil charm from his sleeve, chanted a spell, and threw it at the young man's back.

After the talisman was affixed, it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The young man knelt for a long time, his whole body was sore and he didn't notice anything strange.

Lu Xing watched him leave with an ugly smile on his face: "This time, you will definitely be able to successfully avenge your brother."

…

I woke up as soon as it got dark, put on my clothes and hurried out. After many inquiries, I finally determined the identity of the shady developer.

I have met this person at Jiang Chen's wedding. He has a close relationship with the Jiang family. His real name is Wang Erjun, and his nickname is Er Dawang.

He was originally a gangster on the road, but later he grew up under the Jiang family tree and became an entrepreneur. He was also selected as an outstanding entrepreneurial model by the city many times.

On the surface he is a successful boss, but secretly he turns into a villain who drinks the blood of the people. This person has a bad record and has been reported many times by county residents.