The direction the man in the suit looks at is the wall of the community.

The situation in the community here is somewhat similar to that in the six villages of Gongnong Villages. Several communities are connected together, and the walls made of iron railings are separated from small paths.

There are a circle of green belts inside the fence, and some even have trees planted, which grow taller or ivy, turning the iron railings into vine walls.

The sound of footsteps and panting were all heard from behind the green belt.

Some yellow guesses appeared in the man in the suit, and those guesses also penetrated into my mind.

But I don't have this idea.

At this moment, I still didn't feel the yin energy, but I knew that behind the green belt, it should be the ghost mentioned by the man in the suit.

The man in the suit just stopped for a moment, glanced at him, and hummed and continued to move forward.

I stared at the green belt. Sure enough, a figure rushed out when the man in the suit walked to the corner.

The staggering and running people walked through the big trees, shrubs and iron railings and appeared directly on the road.

His hair was messy and seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time. His clothes were a little casual, with a loose short-sleeved shirt and wrinkled trousers, which were not valuable at first glance. His eyes were very heavy, and his eyes were almost black, and the flesh on his cheeks was about to fall off his face.

This is the appearance of a down-and-out middle-aged man.

However, unlike ordinary middle-aged people who are down and out, he has black skin exposed under the loose shirt. The black skin bulged and bulged, like some kind of instrument, constantly expanding and contracting, and performing violent and regular movements.

When he turned around and looked at me head-on, I could see clearly what the black piece was.

That was his lungs.

The black lung leaves seemed to flow out of thick water, and traces appeared on the shirt. As the middle-aged man breathed, the two lungs sometimes contracted and sometimes expanded.

In addition to the two lungs, the liver, spleen and kidneys of middle-aged people were also printed on his shirt. However, these organs were smaller than their lungs and slightly hunched, which covered those organs.

When the middle-aged man rushed out, his breathing naturally echoed on the street.

The man in the suit stopped and turned his head.

In this way, one person, one ghost and four eyes were facing each other.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and the man in the suit was stunned.

"Hey, you are..." The man in the suit blurted out and stared at the middle-aged man, his eyes slowly moving to the middle-aged man's body.

The black lungs were so conspicuous that the man in the suit blurted out and stuck in his throat.

The middle-aged man rushed towards the man in suit and stretched out his hand.

"Ah!" the man in the suit cried, turned around and ran away.

His fear was transmitted to my consciousness, but my attention was all focused on the middle-aged man.

He was in fear! He was even more frightened than the man in suit!

And beside the footsteps of the man in the suit, I heard another footstep.

The footsteps were neither too fast nor too slow, very leisurely and calm, but they were getting closer and closer.

I looked behind the middle-aged man.

I don't know when a shadow appeared there.

In the sky, mist floats, and the moon appears and disappears.

The shadow is like moonlight, but it can be clearly seen that it is approaching middle-aged people.

Just as the man in the suit ran to the corner, after a turn, the shadow had been pressed to the middle-aged man's feet. The shadow's hands stretched out and made a grabbing action. The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and the fear on his face reached a peak.

At this moment, the moonlight was blocked by clouds and the streets became dark, but the middle-aged man was darker than the surroundings.

At this moment, I couldn't feel my heartbeat and breathing, nor did I feel the fear of a man in the suit.

In the darkness, the middle-aged man's body slowly disappeared, as if he was swallowed by the darkness.

Suddenly, darkness dissipated and light came.

I found myself in a bright interior.

The man in the suit was changing his shoes in the entrance hall, dragging his feet into the living room, and throwing himself into the sofa. He sat for a while, wiped the sweat from his head, and took a deep breath.

I think something is wrong.

It wasn't the jumping in the dream that made me feel wrong, but the man in the suit in front of me was a little wrong. He seemed to be a little different.

The man in the suit was very ordinary. He took out his phone, clicked it a few times, and then started to enter text. His expression was quite rich, and he grinned for a while, and then he stared at him and gasped. When he finished, he threw the phone on the sofa, he relaxed.

I looked at his cell phone.

He himself hadn't noticed it, but I could see it clearly when I stood beside me. The phone fell from his hand and went straight through his fingers before it landed on the sofa.

I looked at the man in suit again. He knew nothing about it, and he was still closing his eyes and resting, as if he was gradually falling asleep.

My head is a little confused.

What happened after Ye Qing killed the middle-aged man? Why did this man in suit die?

At the beginning of the dream, I thought...I thought it was Ye Qing who did something, but now...

I was a little confused. Looking at the state of the suit man, it seemed to be similar to the Yi Huan I dreamed of before and Ye Xin that Qingye met. They all became existences between ghosts and ordinary souls, and they could not be reincarnated, nor did they completely become ghosts. However, compared to Ye Xin and Yi Huan, this suit man was a little different. He seemed to have not found that he had... died...

I stared at him for a long time and he was really asleep. His head was leaning against the sofa, and his body slowly tilted, rubbing against the sofa and sliding down until his whole body fell on the sofa.

After this, he seemed to be awakened, got up in a daze and went to the bathroom.

I couldn't help but follow.

There is a mirror in the bathroom.

The man in the suit didn't look in the mirror at all, and his eyelids were drooping.

I didn't see the reflection of the man in the suit from the mirror.

He has indeed become a ghost.

After leaving the toilet, the man in the suit went to the bedroom.

His bedroom door was closed, he turned on the door handle, turned on the light, and the small room appeared in my sight.

It is a very ordinary room, with the home decoration and the living room, but it is not the style of a young man, but a bit old-fashioned.

I was following the man in the suit and a door next to me opened.

"Sun Bin? Are you back?" A man who is about the same age as a man in a suit, walked out, looking like he had just woken up, "Where is the person?"

"Yeah. Sorry. I'm ready to go to bed." The man in the suit replied.

The man had already gone to the bathroom, turned off the lights in the living room, and stood at the door of the man in the suit.

"Sun Bin?" He looked at the balcony.

The man in the suit was changing his pajamas and was shocked to see this, "What are you doing?"

The man frowned, and didn't even look at the man in suit. He went to the balcony to look at him, then turned around in confusion, and looked around. He carefully opened the wardrobe door, glanced inside, and then bent down to look at the table and under the bed.

"What's going on? Where is the person?" the man said, returning to his room.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The man in the suit chased after him.

The man was already holding his cell phone and making a phone call. Instead of listening to the phone, he turned on the hands-free, took the cell phone and moved to the bathroom and kitchen, making sure that there was no one in both rooms.

The man in the suit stared at the phone in the man's hand. The name displayed on it was "Sun Bin". He looked at the sofa where his phone was there, but the screen was dark and there was no movement.

The man in the suit picked up his phone with a trembling trembling, turned on the screen, and suddenly, a call prompt popped up on the screen.

The ringtone of the cell phone echoed in the room, but the man didn't react at all.

The man in the suit slides the screen and answers the phone.

"Hey, Sun Bin, have you been back?" The man's voice came from the man in the suit and from the receiver of the mobile phone, like stereo.
Chapter completed!