The moment the door was opened, a gust of wind blew in from outside, making Mr. Lin shiver.

He was feeling mixed emotions now.

At first, Lao Sun didn't know how to get into the house and could only knock on the door. However, he quipped and reminded the other party that it was good now, as they would open the door on their own now.

How to fix this now?

Although the uncle of the Lin family has been dead for seven years, his identity is the same as that of the other party, that is, he is a ghost.

But ghosts are divided into three, six, and nine grades. The ferocity, resentment, and malice in Old Sun Tou are several times that of the Lin family uncle. They are both dogs, here is a little teddy, and there is a big black back, can their fighting capabilities be the same?

?

Anyway, now the Lin family's uncle is leaning against the wall, cursing in his heart, his legs are so weak that he can't walk.

"Lao, Lao Sun, we have been brothers for decades, you, please don't mess around." At this time, the Lin family uncle began to talk about friendship. At the same time, he carefully observed Lao Sun who came in from outside.

Old Sun's appearance was much different from when he was alive. Not only were his clothes in tatters, but there was also a lot of dirt on his body and fingers. The most frightening thing was that the other person's face was bleeding from all the orifices. Black blood slowly gathered from his chin and dripped.

It fell to the ground, leaving a series of bloody footprints behind it.

Lao Sun at the door said nothing.

It glanced at Mr. Lin's family, and then glanced around the communication room.

Be silent.

He seemed to be remembering something.

This is normal, after all, this communication room is actually where Lao Sun works.

Mr. Lin, that's like a bird occupying a dove's nest, it's the bird that comes later.

At this time, Uncle Lin also realized this, and said, "Old Sun, I've shown you this place is very good. Nothing is missing, nothing is missing. Since you are back, then I'll leave."

I'll see you another day when I'm free.

He wants to leave.

But Lao Sun's pestle remained motionless at the door.

Can't leave.

Black blood accumulated more and more on Old Sun's head and feet.

The weird atmosphere in the room is getting stronger and stronger.

Uncle Lin also calmed down a little at this time. After all, he himself had been dead for seven years and was considered a veteran ghost. He knew that ghosts can be strong or weak, some are easy to talk to, and some are very cruel.

Especially some ghosts have special abilities.

You could call it a taboo.

As long as you don't violate its taboos, you can live in peace. Even if the other party wants to harm you, it won't be easy. But if you violate the taboos, the result may be a dead end.

Even after he said so much, Old Sun remained silent, indicating that the other party was in a state of confusion and might not have any memory at all.

But the other party didn't take the initiative to attack. In other words, standing here without moving would not trigger the taboo.

It's safe for now.

But we can't stay like this forever. Uncle Lin thought for a while and planned to slowly move over there to see if he could slip out. He saw that the door frame was quite big, and although the old man's head was blocked, as long as he turned sideways,

You can still squeeze out if you stick to the opponent.

Now all he could think about was to get out first and leave this weird place.

But it was a bad start. As soon as he took a step, the old man suddenly turned his head and looked over, with a ferocious look on his face.

"I fucked his uncle!"

Uncle Lin's toes landed on the ground and he did not dare to move. He maintained the difficult movement of pointing his toes to the ground. After standing for a while, his back ached and his legs cramped, but he did not dare to move.

If you move, Old Suntou may rush over.

In the end, he couldn't hold on any longer, and Uncle Lin's feet fell to the ground. In an instant, Old Sun Tou rushed over, and a rotten stench and coldness swept over him.

"Wait a minute, Lao Sun, I am Lao Lin, Lao Lin."

Uncle Lin screamed in fright.

At this moment, Lao Sun stood in front of the Lin family uncle, eyes wide open, as if what he just said had an effect, as if he was reminiscing.

Uncle Lin was so nervous that he almost pulled his crotch in his pants. When he saw that it was working, he hurriedly continued: "Old Sun, I am Old Lin, we are old comrades, old friends, you forgot, I am still looking for you

I borrowed money."

"Old Lin?" Lao Sun opened his mouth, revealing the dark teeth inside, and a disgusting bad breath sprayed on the face of the Lin family uncle. The latter cursed inwardly, but he could only squeeze out a smile: "That's right.

, I am Lao Lin."

"Old Lin, why don't you open the door?"

Old Sun smiled, and the black blood from his mouth continuously overflowed. The atmosphere of terror in the room reached its extreme.

The Lin family uncle thought it was over.

This bitch still remembers what happened just now.

As a result, just when the opponent was about to take action, Lao Sun suddenly stopped and turned his head mechanically to look behind him.

It seemed that something else had come in.

Uncle Lin family looked over and took a look.

It's true.

At this moment, a ghostly figure with a withered face stood at the door of the reception room.

Old Sun was wretched enough, but this one looked even uglier.

His legs are thick, but his upper body is extremely thin. His whole body is covered with sores, and there are tumors on his neck, so he can only look at people with his neck crooked.

But even so, the malice on this ghost's face is still strong.

Anyway, he is several times more powerful than Lao Sun.

As soon as it came in, the environment in the communication room changed.

The surrounding walls were already decaying, but at this moment, they seemed to be decaying rapidly. Large areas of the wall peeled off, cracks appeared on the ground, and some poisonous insects and rats were crawling around.

Seeing this ghost, the Lin family's uncle and Lao Suntou trembled at the same time.

Now the old Sun Tou didn't dare to squawk anymore. The ferocity and malice in its eyes quickly faded away, and it was also hiding backwards honestly at this moment. It was completely different from the aura it had just now.

In fact, Lao Sun slowly moved his head to the wall with his face facing inside. It felt like if there was a crack, he would find a way to get in.

The world of ghosts is also very simple. The fierce ones are afraid of getting worse, and the evil ones are afraid of getting worse.

Just like people.

Uncle Lin doesn't know whether to thank the other party or not. In short, the other party's appearance stopped Lao Sun, but at the same time, the terror and danger in the communication room rose to a higher level than before.

"Let's play!" At this time, the more ferocious ghost at the door made a voice.

The sound was so penetrating.

I don't know what it means either.

What does it mean to play?

What to play?

"Let's have some fun!" the ghost said again.

Seeing that Lao Suntou and the uncle of the Lin family did not say anything, the ghost walked over slowly, and first walked towards Lao Suntou, who was so frightened that he clung to the wall, trembling all over.

"Are you having fun?" the ghost asked again.

The pressure was so great that Lao Suntou couldn't bear it anymore and could only nod.

The next moment, the ghost walked up to the Lin family uncle again and asked: "Where are you?"

Although the uncle of the Lin family didn't know what the other party meant by playing, even if the other party wanted to have sex, he didn't dare to shake his head at this time. He could only squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying and nodded.

The ghost smiled, and the next moment, a mahjong table appeared out of thin air in the room, and mahjong was already set up on the table.

At this time, Uncle Lin noticed that the ghost was wearing overalls from the abandoned mine in the eastern suburbs, and there seemed to be a name tag on them.

Glanced at it.

"Cui Daquan?"

I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

Right!

Uncle Lin suddenly remembered.

When he came to see Lao Suntou before, he heard him say more than once that there was a gambler in the mine who liked to play mahjong and gamble for money.

As a result, over the course of a few years, I lost all my savings, my house, my wife ran away with me, and I got a terminal illness, and I died miserably.

That gambler seems to be called Cui Daquan!
To be continued...