C24

"You guys wait here, don't go anywhere." The man's hair was wet with sweat.

Under the night light, the man sweated profusely as he dug in his backyard.

A girl covered in mud and grass had been dug out.

The man looked at the girl's disfigured face and fell onto the grass.

After a while, he picked up the girl, jumped into the boy's room through the window and placed her on the ground.

He took the shovel and pulled open the basement floor.

The woman also came down, covering her mouth in fright when she saw the girl on the ground.

"If it wasn't for my own son, I would have buried him with this child." He glared at the woman.

"Go get a bucket."

"Got it." Trembling, the woman ran to the toilet and brought out a bucket.

The man dug a big hole in the basement floor.

At dawn he came out and carried the girl down to the basement.

Fill in the soil. Cover the floor of the room.

The woman slumped her shoulders. "What do we do now?"

"Get out of here, get dressed, drive, go to our apartment in the city. We can't stay here anymore. " the man said firmly.

"Alright, alright." The woman left with her son, dressed only in ordinary clothes.

"Spring Festival …" The woman stood at the entrance, shivering. "The door … the door can't be opened."

The man dusted himself and walked out of his son's room, puzzled.

From his vantage point, his wife and son stood close behind the door.

From their angle, they couldn't see the door.

However, from his angle, he could clearly see that there was a bald girl standing outside with wounds all over her body and her face was unclear. She was tightly pulling the door handle from outside.

The girl turned around and stared at him fiercely as if she felt his gaze.

He screamed and pulled off the shovel, then thought of something. "Upstairs, quickly, she doesn't dare to come into our room."

Throwing away the shovel, he took the lead and ran upstairs.

Mama led her son upstairs.

The door behind them swung open, sirens blaring.

They closed the bedroom door. The man brought a Jade Guanyin from the cabinet and blocked the door.

A ray of light shone through the window, and it was finally dawn.

The room was bathed in sunlight, as if the events of the night were a dream.

Without tidying up their belongings, the three of them drove away from the luxurious white house.

At noon, the man brought an old man to the house.

"There's a vengeful spirit here."

"Help me arrange it, don't let her come out if you trap her."

"There is only one way, which is to turn this place into the grave of the dead spirit." The old man closed his eyes.

"The killing intent is too strong, ordinary methods cannot withstand it."

"Fine, as long as I can imprison her, I can do anything." The man agreed.

The old man began to lay out his plans.

A group of workers came in and nailed all the furniture to its place.

The old man carved runes on the doors and windows.

The refrigerator was charged and some cans were put in. It was a tribute.

The old man closed all the curtains, lit the white candles, put the incense burner, and burned the paper talisman. "Here is your grave. "Daring to trespass into my talisman, my soul doesn't exist."

The man lit an incense stick.

After collecting the items, they nailed the door shut and pasted a seal on it.

The sun was setting in the east, and as the days passed, more and more dust accumulated in the house.

The house was getting dilapidated.

One day, a scavenger prowler circled the house.

After confirming that there was no one in the room. He smashed a piece of glass with a brick and got inside.

Apart from the lack of water and electricity, it was extremely comfortable here.

As night fell, he lay down on the sofa to sleep.

He heard a sound in his ears.

"Crack crack."

Could it be that someone realized that this place was a place for them to fight over? the tramp thought.

After a while, he realized that something was wrong. The sound came from somewhere below.

He screamed and fled through the broken window with his head in his hands.

Under the floor...

A blackened arm emerged from the packed earth.

A monster similar to an apeman drilled out from the ground.

It was covered in black fur and had a scarred face …

"… …"

The illusion vanished, and the room returned to its dilapidated state.

The black-furred monster was floating high in the air.

"If you don't kill all of my enemies, you won't even drink Grandma Meng's Elixir after entering the Underworld!" Her voice echoed through the empty room.

"How many are left unkilled? Is one night enough?"

"Are you willing to come back to the underworld after killing them?"

She didn't expect me to ask such a question. She was stunned for a moment before smiling wryly, "Who wants to be a monster?"

"Eh? Why did he run away for her? " Tianyi looked around, "Let's chase them quickly. I have to deduct my salary before I catch up with the boss tomorrow morning. "

he cried dramatically.

I lean against the door. "Yeah, we have to find her by tomorrow morning, and she'll be dead if the boss does."

"Are you all blind? "Who is this?" He pointed to the hairy woman. In the blink of an eye, Mao Zhenji was gone.

"Fuck, and those people that laozi lost in front of me, if it gets out, I won't be able to survive in the Demon World." He said he was going to chase him.

"Come down. Big idiot B, can't you hear that we're acting and deliberately letting her go? If she doesn't come back tomorrow morning, she'll go after him. "

I walked over to the sofa and swept it clean. I sat down.

He moved in a flash and stood in front of me, looking at me lovingly. "I love you so much, Xingmu. Speaking of which, don't you humans have something … Legal Ethics... Is this kind of useless thing that can restrain others? "

His face was only an inch away from mine. I pushed him away.

"Besides, to us, it's more ethical to pretend to have failed and saved a few scum." I laughed and patted his face.

Ah He and Tianyi both looked at him with a smile.

"Old Lord Taishang!" I love your team. "

"It's our team."

I was worried about Xiao Yao. His soul had been extracted from his body for too long. He was far from being as agile and strong as before.

What did Zhang Mei want him to do?

"… …"

In Zhang Meiyuan's room, Zhao Qiu and Xiao Yao sat beside him.

"I want you to go somewhere. It's possible that Zeyu is there. I have the address and the person who gave you the information. If he's really here, call him right away. I'll go myself and bring him back. You have to protect him before I go. "

He sipped his tea. "We're not the only ones looking for him. I can't just ignore the trouble my son caused me. "

He handed the note to Zhao Qiuhe and pointed to the travel bag at the side, "Inside is my magic tool, just in case."

The two stood up and left. Zhao Qiuhe took his travel bag with him.

When he reached the door, Zhang Meiyuan called out, "He."

"Protect Xiao Yao."

"Got it, boss." Zhao Qiu replied and the two of them went downstairs to his jeep.

Zhang Meiyuan frowned, pressing his hand between his eyebrows as he mumbled to himself, "Raising my body is so f * cking tiresome. Even my wrinkles have increased."

He picked up the phone and dialed Plum's number. "Plum, is Zhang Gun doing well?"

There was a long silence. "Not good. I don't think we have much time left."

"Send more money to the nursing home. Tell them to take good care of him." Zhang Meiyuan hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

"… …"

The sky gradually darkened.

We sat quietly on the couch and wondered if a monster would come back as we had promised.

"Fuck, let's not kill our parents, alright? Anyway, the results will come out tomorrow morning, so let's have fun!"

"Shall we go play at Wanshan Red?" Saburo suggested.

"Scram!" I voted no.

Ah He shook the soul bell, causing Wulang to shout out in fright, "I'm not going! Grandmothers, please spare me!"

"Let's have a good meal. One day, Wulang will go to a restaurant to pack up some dishes. Let's clean up. I haven't eaten in a luxurious villa yet."

"Fine, it's settled then. How about another bottle of red wine?"

I thought of the champagne I'd drunk that day.

Forget about the price.

"Do whatever you want. Pay attention to the public accounts." I reminded him.

"I'll take care of it. I've been in the team for so long, but I haven't invited anyone over." Saburo suggested.

"That's a bottle of pink champagne." I laughed.

Tianyi and Saburo went out after a fight.

The furry girl didn't know if her revenge had succeeded or not.

"… …"

Zhou Qingchun was half-dead. His wife sent a message to his son in Canada asking him to come back anyway.

The Zhou family's business was not punished or affected by any evil act. These years, they had been doing more and more evil things.

In the most expensive section of the city, he bought a new double, and his life began. The drink ended abruptly.

He was so old that he looked like an old man in his sixties. He didn't even have the strength to speak.

He could still remember the appearance of the girl he was getting along with. She was so delicate that it seemed like she could squeeze out the juice. She looked to be around fifteen or sixteen years old.

However, the more he thought about it in bed, the more scared he became. Fifteen years old, wasn't that the same age as when his son died?

Had the ghost girl returned? Wait, where is the temperature and shadow? It was a girl.

"Don't let your son come back." Zhou Qingchun instructed his wife.

The sky had turned dark. So this was what aging felt like. There wasn't any strength left in them and they couldn't even pee without a drop of water. No wonder young people pee so much.

It was as if someone had heard his monologue.

"Who said you're old? You're not, but you're getting stronger and stronger." A soft female voice floated into his ears.

His consciousness suddenly blurred as something grabbed onto his lower body.

His entire body was once again filled with energy, and a warm current surged up from his dantian.

A slim woman appeared in front of him.

She was wearing a black, fluffy dress. Her skin was white and soft, and she had a bashful expression on her face.

"How did you get in? Where's my wife? " he cried, not knowing if it was a dream or a reality.

A soft lip blocked his mouth.

The sweet and fragrant lilac tongue reached into its mouth.

It felt like he was in heaven, floating a bit more, feeling better. He thought to himself.

As expected, his body floated up.

He smiled and slowly lost consciousness.

At eleven o'clock, Zhou Qingchun's wife brought him the ginseng soup to drink.

Pushing the door open, Zhou Qingchun was lying on the bed, covered in a blanket. He was fast asleep without a sound.

"Old Zhou, go to sleep after drinking the ginseng soup."

She pushed at the person on the bed. At the same time, he was puzzled over why the blanket on the bed was so thin.

She gently lifted the quilt, covered her mouth with her hand, and stepped back a few steps to slam into the door.

Zhou Qingchun had a strange smile on his face. His entire face was a skeleton with a withered human skin.

He opened and closed his mouth, still speaking in a language he could not understand.