Fortunately, Yixiao Naihe activated the props when he saw something wrong, grabbed Chang'an beside him and opened the distance between the resentful spirit, and appeared elsewhere. The two of them were naturally scared to death when they saw a ghost for the first time. They ran along the forest and ran to the vicinity of the shrine without realizing it.

At this moment, they were still in shock and saw the appearance of two other people. With the previous lessons, they naturally did not dare to step forward easily.

"They probably regard us as ghosts." Xira looked at their hesitant appearance and couldn't help but remind Jiang Li: "Just like Mo Yu before."

Thinking of the strange "reverse clapping", Jiang Li finally understood why the other party was so scared. Now, he had to do something to prove his identity with Sila.

"Is there! Isn't it just a gesture?" Jiang Li slapped his head suddenly, leaning into Xila's ear and saying something. After hearing him, the corner of his mouth twitched twice, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"Just do this, I think there should be no ghost who has a gesture like this." Jiang Li said, raising his arm and signaling Chang'an and Yi Xiao Naihe.

Sila sighed, stretched out her left hand and gestured in the same posture.

Under the moonlight, Yi Xiao Naihe and Chang'an saw that at the intersection of the slightly higher slope, the two suspicious people raised their hands and compared their middle fingers to themselves...

As if afraid that they would not see it clearly, the girl pulled out her arms, raised her hands, and waved her middle fingers constantly in the air, with her expression looking quite arrogant.

"It should be that there is no ghost who is bored to show this." Chang'an smiled awkwardly, and then he believed that the two people were really companions.

"Sorry, we have experienced some terrifying things before, so..." Yi Xiao Naihe quickly explained his experience to them, and then heard Jiang Li and the others tell us about new discoveries.

"I didn't expect that a player would be killed so soon." Chang'an couldn't help but sigh a little when he thought of Mo Yu's death. Her luck was really bad, she didn't have any defensive attack props on her body, and the girl was alone, it's not difficult to imagine how desperate and painful she felt before she died.

"There is still wind left and I don't know where to go. I hope he is fine." After Chang'an said that, he described his own and Yi Xiao Naihe's encounter as a whole: "When we were awake, we found ourselves in a huge house."

Unlike other houses in the village, this house has an area larger than any one they have ever seen, with an area of ​​200 square meters. Although it has been abandoned and dilapidated, judging from the decoration of the courtyard and interior, this family should have a considerable status in the village.

After hearing what he said, Jiang Li and Sila immediately reacted: "Are you going to the Furukawa family?"

"Yes, that should be the place where the Luoquan Village tribe lived." Chang'an said. According to their investigation, it was soon discovered that the owner of this house was prominent and was named Jun Fukawa during his lifetime.

"I once said before that in my dream, I saw a hanging male corpse in a deserted mansion." Chang'an said, "And that house is the home of the Furukawa clan leader. Now that I think about it, that corpse should be the clan leader himself."

"After entering the house, I began to see some new pictures." Chang'an's experience was almost exactly the same as Jiang Li. He saw a black and white world, like a illusion, but it happened next to him clearly.

Chang'an began to recall: In his memory, he saw the man's face ashes, and he kept repeating a sentence: "No one can escape..." The corridor behind the man, in the bedroom, in the living room... were all servants who vomited blood, had their eyes raking violently, and were tragic in death.

He held a hemp rope as thick as his index finger in his hand and slowly walked into the bedroom.

"Master, don't..." The frightened woman held the boy in her arms and curled up in the corner of the room: "Why do you want to kill everyone?"

"Reiko, you take Totaro to take a step." The man's eyes were gloomy, and his pale face was as expressionless as a machine. Seeing her husband approaching him step by step, the woman finally gave up.

She pounced on her, hugged the man's legs tightly, and said to the seven or eight-year-old boy beside her: "Run, run, run! Your father is crazy, he wants to kill us!"

Before the woman could finish her words, the man had already put the rope in her hand on her snow-white neck. His face was ferocious, and he increased the strength in his hand.

"Uh... hurry up... run..." The woman kicked her legs desperately, and tears kept sliding down the corners of her eyes. She looked at her son who had been scared to death in the corner of the wall. Gradually, her face became more and more blue. The woman's eyes were slightly twitching, and her tongue stretched out, and she eventually died under the rope of her husband.

"Reiko, I'm sorry, I'm doing it for your own good..." The man knelt in front of his wife's body, his shoulders constantly thrusting, as if he was extremely sad about her death.

The child named Totaro finally reacted. He screamed and snatched the door, rushed into his bedroom, cried and opened the wardrobe, and hid inside. On weekdays, he would always hide here, and his parents would not find him.

"Dong", "Dong", "Dong"

Outside the corridor, the man's heavy footsteps rang again.

The little child in the cabinet curled up into a ball. He covered his mouth and did not dare to make any sound. The mother's face was deeply imprinted in his mind, and the person who brutally killed her was the father who loved him the most in the past.

"Toutaro, come out." The devilish murmur sounded outside the door, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer to the closet where he was...

"I do this for your own good." The man's snow-white socks were covered with blood. He stared at the wardrobe in front of him, looked at the village that was trapped in the dark outside the window, and continued, "She is back, I know, it must be her... It turns out that we are all wrong... No one can leave here. Daquan Village has arrived. I will protect you before it is completely dark."

A tear fell in the man's vicissitudes of his eyes. He slowly pulled open the wardrobe in front of him, looking at the child who was huddling in the corner and constantly shaking, he murmured to himself, "I'm sorry, Totaro." Then he raised the rope in his hand.

Chang'an really doesn't want to recall the cruel scene. He really doesn't want to eat any tiger poison. He really doesn't want to believe that there are actually people in the world who can kill their wives and children.

After strangled his son, he slowly walked out of the bedroom. Looking at the corpses lying everywhere in the room, a strange smile appeared on Fukukawa's face. His expression was relaxed, and he looked exactly two people from the hideous and distorted appearance before. For some reason, Chang'an felt that the other party's expression was as if what he did was not killing people, but saving them.

"The whole room is full of people! Not only his wife and children, but also his elderly parents, servants in the family, and more than ten people of all sizes, were all spared." Chang'an said: "After doing these things, he came to the center of the living room alone and hanged himself."

Until he completely died, Jun Fukugawa's turbid eyes were always staring out the window. The compassion and fear in his eyes deeply infected Chang'an. For a moment, he even felt that it was not the other party who was facing death, but himself.
Chapter completed!