The door was pushed open, and Zhou Fan and Zhou Yimu walked in and closed it soon again. According to Zhou Yimu's suggestion, Zhou Fan asked the brother to stay outside the house.

The reason why the black tiles on the roof disappeared was mostly because the clear light from the sky came in from the top, and the inner room was still like daytime, and everything was clearly visible.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on a straw mat. His face was pale and his eyes were dull and unconscious.

Zhou Fan looked at the middle-aged man silently and frowned slightly. Has the middle-aged life ended just? But when he thought about his situation, wouldn’t it be worse? It’s not surprising that the middle-aged life is here.

When Zhou Fan was a policeman, he had seen prisoners who were about to die. He could clearly feel that the man sitting on the straw mat was scared.

Even though we already know the date of death, no matter how we prepare mentally, when this moment really comes, few people can face death calmly.

This middle-aged man is naturally no exception.

The middle-aged man looked up at Zhou Fan and the others, and said hoarsely: "Thank you."

He said thank you, thank you for the money given by Zhou Yimu, so that after he died, the family could spend more money out of thin air. It was just that Zhou Fan and the others could see how he died. For him, this was nothing.

"You're welcome." Zhou Yimu sighed, "Have you arranged the family?"

The middle-aged man said, "It has been arranged long ago."

The middle-aged man had no intention of talking anymore, and he closed his eyes and waited quietly for the moment to come.

"How to know the exact time of death?" Zhou Fan frowned and asked in a low voice. He couldn't wait here for a day.

Zhou Yimu whispered: "Life is calculated based on the date of birth as a cycle. The time of his birth is noon, and that thing should be coming soon."

Zhou Fan looked at the middle-aged man silently, and he didn't blink, so as not to miss anything.

The house is very quiet, and the outside is equally quiet, just as everyone outside has left.

Such a quiet and dull atmosphere lasted for half an hour.

The middle-aged man sitting on the straw mat suddenly trembled all over, and a piece of his neck bulged.

Zhou Fan's pupils contracted slightly, and his steps moved slightly, trying to get closer and see clearly.

But Zhou Yinmu grabbed his arm and said in a deep voice: "Don't go there."

Zhou Fan stopped.

The middle-aged man's body was still trembling, and a "puff" sound was made from the bulge of his back neck, which was concave and restored to the level it should have, but a faint blue-black light escaped from that place.

The blue-black light floated upward like light smoke, and the light changed in shape and condensed into a strange creature.

Its black arms as thin as bamboo poles, its claws floating like five hairs, its arched body as big as a palm, but its blue head is as big as a round melon weighing hundreds of pounds, which is surprisingly large.

Floating in the air, it looked at the middle-aged man, and the trembling middle-aged man's face became a little distorted. He seemed to have no idea that there was a monster standing behind him.

It lowered its head and cracked its mouth, and its thick lips were pressed against the forehead and back of the middle-aged man, as if it was about to swallow the middle-aged man.

Or he felt the arrival of death, and he couldn't help but let out a terrifying howl.

The moment the howling sounded, the long ghost sucked, and it sucked greedily, with white light flowing into its mouth.

The middle-aged man's body became thin, and his blood, fat, human flesh and other things were sucked away.

In the end, he only became a yellow skin as thin as a cicada's wing and pressed against the human bones. His facial features were blurred, his eyebrows, nose, and ears were all hanging down, and his chest, abdomen and back collapsed, and his whole body was like a figure painting that was pulled down and wrinkled.

The blue and black light of the longevity ghost slowly drifted away and disappeared into the air.

Zhou Yimu's face turned a little blue. He saw a life-long ghost killing him when he was young, but he was unwilling to see him again. Today, for his son, he looked at him again, but he was still very scared. He was worried that he would look at Zhou Fan, because he was afraid that Zhou Fan would not be able to stand such a scene.

But Zhou Fan was even calmer than he thought, which made Zhou Yimu feel much more relieved.

Zhou Fan clenched his fists and tried his best to endure it, which suppressed the fear in his heart.

He had seen many bloody murder scenes before, but never saw a more terrifying scene than this.

This is the longevity ghost that people who have reached the end of their birthday have to face. Zhou Fan felt that his stomach seemed to be flipped. He suppressed this nausea and wanted to vomit, and then took a serious and deep look at the dead man still sitting on the straw mat.

"Let's go." Zhou Fan did not look any further, but turned around and pushed the door out.

The door was pushed open, and a group of people surrounded the door quietly. They looked at Zhou Fan with fear.

"It's over." Zhou Fan gave the answer.

People were stunned and rushed into the house.

Zhou Fan walked out, and the abandoned house behind him soon cried mournfully, and it was endless.

Zhou Fan walked silently and watched the longevity ghost take his life. He was a little depressed. After all, if he could not increase his life, it would be his turn to face the most evil and evil longevity ghost in four years.

When he was about to get home, Zhou Fan turned his head and looked at Zhou Yimu and the brother who were following him. He felt a hint of warmth in his cold heart. He smiled and said, "Dad, I'm fine."

Even if you see the life of the longevity ghost, you will not hit him to a slump.

Zhou Yimu looked at his son. He felt that since the hair was tied, his son had grown a lot more mature. He was not good at comforting people, but just said, "It's fine."

"Why didn't he commit suicide?" Zhou Fan suddenly asked. In his opinion, it was better to commit suicide than a life-long ghost to take his life. At least suicide would not be so ugly.

"Suicide..." Zhou Yimu said in silence, "Some people choose to commit suicide, but very few of them are not killed by the longevity ghost. If they deliberately seek death, their family members will suffer bad luck. However, I have never seen someone who suffers bad luck because of this. After all, there are too few suicides."

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows. He originally guessed that he couldn't muster up the courage to commit suicide. Unexpectedly, there was such a reason. Could it be a rumor?

But no matter what, as long as a person who is about to die, he will not dare to put such things on gamble as long as he loves his family and descendants. He can only bear the life of a long life ghost. It is a tragic world.

"Dad..." Zhou Fan looked at Zhou Yimu and shouted.

Zhou Yimu looked at Zhou Fan and wanted to hear what Zhou Fan was going to say.

However, Zhou Fan shook his head and said, "It's okay, go and do it. I'm going to practice too. I'll find a way to do the longevity ghost in the future. Now the patrol team's business is more important."

There was still a lot of work to do in the field, and Zhou Yimu quickly turned around and left.

Zhou Fan looked at Zhou Yimu's disappearing back. In fact, what he was just trying to ask was that if he really died of the death of the longevity ghost, what should the couple do?
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