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Killed two in a row, and there's still one more. I'll see how many you have. I, Fan Lao San, will kill as many as I can!

The third brother held a bloody wooden stool in his hand, his face filled with a murderous intent. His eyes narrowed as he charged towards the ghost lady.

However, just as Fan Lao San moved his leg, the ghost girl suddenly changed, becoming his own mother. She stood in front of him, tears streaming down her face as she cried, "My child, what are you doing? How come you've even killed your wife and child?" "What a sin …"

Fan Lao San laughed coldly, cursing out loud, "You damned ghost, one moment you're pretending to be my child, another moment you're pretending to be my wife, and now you're acting like my mother. Do you think I won't recognize you?" "Go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian had already raised the leg of the bench in his hand and was about to stab at her chest. With all his strength, he stabbed the bloody stick into her chest, causing her to stare at him with wide, unfathomable eyes. She would never believe that her own son would actually make a move on her. Was he crazy?

That's right, Fan Lao San had already gone mad, he felt that the surroundings were filled with evil spirits, illusions created by those evil spirits, used to confuse him.

Fan Lao San's mother trembled, blood gushing from her mouth before finally shouting, "Ah, child …"

His body softly fell to the ground and he died on the spot.

Fan Xian laughed out loud, once again pulling the bloody stick out of his mother's chest. Looking around, his eyes were filled with madness and ruthlessness as he shouted, "Who else!"

A chilly wind blew in all directions, and small whirlwinds swirled around the room. In the late autumn, the winds were fierce, but Third Brother Fan did not feel cold. His head was covered in a layer of hot sweat from his killing intent.

The third brother narrowed his eyes as he looked around the room.

All of a sudden, a burst of ghastly laughter floated over from all directions, as if it was right next to his ear.

Old Fan was gnashing his teeth, while Old Fan was fuming with rage.

He shouted again, "If you have the ability to do so, come out. Don't hide there. See if I, Fan Lao San, won't beat you to death!"

Just as Fan Lao San shouted this, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring coldly at him from behind, as if there was a chill in the air. This time, Fan Lao San felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

He slowly turned around. First he saw a blood-red robe, then he saw a face as pale as paper, and then he saw the strange smile that hung on that face.

The red-clothed female ghost appeared once again. The third brother opened his mouth wide and grinned at the red-clothed female ghost. He raised the bloody stool leg in his hand once more and stabbed at the red-clothed female ghost.

But this time, the third brother didn't stab at anything, and the red-robed female ghost suddenly disappeared.

Following that, another miserable laugh could be heard from behind him. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. He said to Fan Xian, "Look at the people lying on the ground. Who are they …"

Fan Xian turned his head, and the female ghost in red stood behind him with an extremely loathsome smile as she stared at him with her slightly reddened eyes.

Fan Lao San's entire body suddenly quivered, and the violent feelings in his heart disappeared. His heart ached for a moment, and when he looked up again, the red-clothed female ghost was nowhere to be seen.

The room was filled with the thick smell of blood.

He couldn't help but take a step forward, but his body slipped and he almost fell to the ground.

Fan Xian looked down. The floor was covered in blood. The entire room was filled with blood, and his shoes were all wet.

Then, Fan Xian saw the corpses lying in the living room.

His head was smashed flat, and his body was covered in wounds, soaking in fresh blood. This was clearly his child, and the pain in his chest caused his head to buzz as if it was about to explode, and tears immediately gushed out.

"Little... "Xiao Qiang …" The third brother knelt on the ground and took the mangled corpse into his arms. He was shaking uncontrollably, but the child had already become a corpse with a shriveled head. He had died a long time ago.

Fan Lao San hugged his child's corpse and cried, but his mind was still thinking about what had just happened. What had he just done to actually kill the person closest to him?

He had thought that everything was an illusion created by the red-clothed female ghost to scare him. He had never thought that everything was real, that the child was his and his wife was his …

He thought he was dreaming, but everything was real …

The third brother Fan wept bitterly. The third brother Fan was filled with regret. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to kill himself.

He was like a beast, killing his own wife and children along with his own mother.

He cried as he hugged his child's corpse, and walked towards his wife's transformation. His wife was also completely dead, and just now, he had used that sharp leg of the chair to stab through his throat, instantly causing him to die. There was also his own mother, whose heart had also been pierced by the leg of the chair.

All of this was actually real … It was actually real …

Fan Lao San could not accept this fact, but it had already happened.

He regretted not listening to his wife and mother's words. He had moved out of the fiendish mansion and caused the death of his family. It was all his fault. He had killed the person closest to him.

One moment Fan Lao San was crying, the next he was laughing. Another voice echoed in the room, "You killed your own child …" You killed your own wife... You killed your own mother... Do you still have the face to live... "Haha …"

"Come out …" You can kill me … Come out! " Old man Fan shouted at the top of his lungs, tears and snot running down his face … What he got in return was a burst of sinister laughter coming from all directions, as if there were countless ghosts and monsters whispering in his ears, telling him that they had killed their loved ones, causing him to die from regret.

Fan Xian looked around for the female ghost, but there was no sign of her. Instead, he saw a rope hanging from a beam, and as the wind blew, the rope swayed a little, as if beckoning to him.

"You killed your own child... You killed your own wife... You killed your own mother... Do you still have the face to live … "

That's right, after killing them, would he still have the face to live?

Putting the mangled corpse on the ground, Fan Lao San climbed up the table and grabbed the rope hanging from the rafters with both hands.