The alleys around were pitch black. Under the street lights, Lu Zhao lit the banknotes with a lighter and held the incense to worship the surroundings. The orange fire shone on his pale face, and the shadows were pulled very slender under his feet.

Looking at the paper money slowly turning into ashes, Lu Zhao rubbed his sore legs and stood up from the ground.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch at 9:20. Thinking of the taboos in the building, Lu Zhao packed the newspaper and plastic bags and quickly turned back.

Just as he turned the corner, Lu Zhao suddenly discovered that under the street lights in front of him, a midnight snack stall appeared. Fallen smells floated over there, stimulating his taste buds.

Lu Zhao was a little surprised. When he passed by here just now, why didn’t he remember that there was a late-night snack stall at the entrance of the alley?

The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He was wearing a white vest, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and skillfully placed the food skewers on the oven and flipped it back and forth.

"Haitty, what should I eat?"

The boss greeted Lu Zhao, bent down with a smile, took out a large string of red and white meat skewers from the white foam box at his feet and placed them on the barbecue.

Looking at the sizzling barbecue, Lu Zhao couldn't help but scream.

He looked sideways at the diners sitting at the table and feasted, watching them chew on the roasted golden, burnt, and oily meat.

The diners were sweating heavily when they looked at the oil flowing along the corners of their mouths. For some reason, Lu Zhao suddenly thought of the dream last night. In the dream, Lin Yue'e was also chewing the white meat in such a big mouthful.

He was originally hungry and felt nauseous.

"No need, thank you." Lu Zhao quickly rejected the boss' kindness and walked quickly by the midnight snack stall.

However, within a few seconds, the voice of the owner of the late-night snack stall suddenly came from behind him: "Hey, handsome boy, your stuff has dropped!"

Lu Zhao stopped and subconsciously wanted to turn around and look for it. But at this moment, Uncle Zhong's words suddenly appeared in his mind.

No matter who calls me, I can't look back!

Forget it, don't care. Compared to the things you throw away, your own life is more important.

Lu Zhao gritted his teeth and speeded up his pace, but at this moment, a pair of thick big hands suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

In an instant, Lu Zhao's heart almost jumped into his throat.

Because the weather was stuffy, the other party's palms were sweating a lot. Not only that, Lu Zhao also smelled a strong smell of barbecue from him.

"Haitty, you are deaf and you don't even hold on to the wild? (You have your ears? You don't know how to pick up things if you fall?)"

A red lighter was handed over from behind, which was what Lu Zhao used to burn paper before.

"Well (thank you)." Lu Zhao hurriedly took it, but even so, he still didn't dare to look back.

"You don't be polite. The bag is stable, it's not easy to walk at night! (You're welcome, take the things, don't panic when walking at night)"

Fortunately, the boss was very busy in business and was unwilling to care about his strange behavior. After hearing someone asked for beer and handing the lighter to Lu Zhao, the boss patted him on the shoulder and then left.

After experiencing the episode just now, Lu Zhao accelerated his speed this time and almost trotted back to the building.

It was already 9:30 pm, and it was already the time for the building to be in the gate. Uncle Zhong locked the security room and left a door for Lu Zhao before going back to rest.

After entering the building, Lu Zhao found the key in the potted plant as stated by Uncle Zhong. After locking the iron gate, Lu Zhao quickly walked into the elevator and returned to his home.

After entering the room, he quickly locked the door and confirmed whether all the windows in the room had been closed. After pulling the curtains, Lu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been amnesty and lay on the sofa.

The black cat took a graceful step and jumped onto his lap. The movement immediately scared Lu Zhao, who had just closed his eyes, and was shocked.

"I almost forgot that you are there."

Lu Zhao picked up the black cat's chin and stroked it a few times. The latter put his head on his arm with pleasure, and grabbed Lu Zhao's body one by one, and kept making comfortable sounds of "gulu" and "gulu" in his throat.

"Bang"

Just as the black cat pulled Lu Zhao, something fell from his pocket. Lu Zhao touched his pocket and suddenly remembered that the lighter that fell to the ground should be the lighter just now.

He sat up and wanted to pick up a lighter, but when he saw something on the ground, Lu Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank, as if his hair was grabbed by his invisible hands, and his scalp became tense.

There is no problem with the lighter itself. It was given to him by Uncle Zhong in the morning. What really made Lu Zhao panic was that the original outer packaging of the lighter was torn off at some time. Instead, it was wrapped around its surface. It was a thousand-yuan ghost coins with half burned and "Tiandi Bank" printed on the surface.

As if he had thought of something, Lu Zhao quickly took off his coat.

Soon, he discovered that a fresh blood palm print appeared on his left shoulder. The blood traces were still very fresh, and even penetrated into his shoulders through his clothes.

The owner of the late-night snack stall really has a problem!

A chill was like a maggot on his tarsal bone, which made Lu Zhao feel uncomfortable. He quickly threw his coat aside, and was frightened, and couldn't help but be glad: Fortunately, he heard Uncle Zhong's words, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable once he turned around!

But why do I always catch a ghost?

Is it really like Uncle Zhong said that when a person’s fortune is at a low point, his yang energy will weaken and it is easy to see those unclean things?

Lu Zhao rubbed his eyebrows and walked into the bedroom tiredly, intending to wash away the blood on his body. However, just as he passed by his brother's spiritual position, he suddenly stopped.

Lu Zhao suddenly remembered that in the six months before his brother passed away, he had heard from his neighbors that she had seen her brother talking to himself in the air on the side of the road more than once.

At first, Lu Zhao didn't believe it. It was not until he went shopping with his brother and came out of the bathroom and found that his brother was squatting near the elevator door, dancing and gestured towards the empty trash can, and then he realized something was wrong.

But when he asked his brother tentatively, his brother told Lu Zhao that he was chatting with a child just now.

At that time, Lu Zhao only thought that his brother had mental illnesses such as imaginary due to the pressure of taking the postgraduate entrance examination. At that time, Lu Zhao originally planned to find a reason to convince him after his brother's birthday and take him to see a doctor. But not long after, his brother committed suicide.

Now that I think about it, my brother was not sick at that time, but really saw the ghost.

"Sure enough, it was the influence of that curse. Damn it!"

When Lu Zhao recalled the past, he felt extremely regretful. If he had taken more time to care about his brother at that time, he might have discovered this problem early.

Thinking of today's Zhongyuan Festival, before he formally worshipped his brother, Lu Zhao quickly continued to put on a new incense and walked to the desk at the same time, wanting to wipe his brother's photo.
Chapter completed!