Lu Zhao's brain instantly turned blank.

If Uncle Zhong kept saying that Grandma Li did not exist, then what did she see before?

A chill ran along his back and head like a maggot on his tarsal bones. Lu Zhao's lips became dry due to tension. When he met Uncle Zhong's inquiring eyes, he felt like a prisoner being interrogated.

For a moment, the house was trapped in a strange and quiet atmosphere.

Although he was very panicked, Lu Zhao thought again and again that before leaving, Grandma Li once told herself not to believe Uncle Zhong’s words.

Although Grandma Li's words and deeds are weird, Lu Zhao could feel that she had no malice towards her. If she had not deceived herself, then the normal Uncle Zhong in front of her was the person who was lying.

But what is his purpose?

Is it just that I want to joke with myself and simply scare people?

After forcibly calming himself down, Lu Zhao decided to go to the sixth floor to find out what was going on tomorrow.

At the moment, he didn't want to arouse Uncle Zhong's suspicion. After a few seconds of quieting, Lu Zhao scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "I'm joking with you. It was indeed Mr. Ma's instructions."

"You kid, don't talk about people during the day or ghosts at night. Don't talk nonsense in the middle of the night."

Strangely, Uncle Zhong's emotions changed very quickly, and he did not doubt himself at all. He glanced at his watch and said to Lu Zhao: "It's not too early, I'll go back to sleep first."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhong, go slowly." Lu Zhao enthusiastically sent the other party outside the door.

“By the way.”

Uncle Zhong seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped. He looked at Lu Zhao meaningfully and said slowly: "This building is not good in feng shui and has a heavy yin energy. When people's fortune is low, they are easy to bump into some unclean things. In order to find a substitute, ghosts in the underworld will deceive people in the living. As long as they don't believe them, there will be no problem. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Uncle Zhong, you just said that you won't talk about ghosts at night." Lu Zhao did not answer the other party's question directly: "I'm timid, don't scare me."

When the latter heard this, he immediately laughed: "I'm joking with you too, you can have a good rest."

After watching Uncle Zhong go downstairs, the smile on Lu Zhao's face suddenly disappeared. He quickly turned around and returned to the house, locking the door immediately.

Whether it is this building or the people living here, they are full of weirdness.

Lu Zhao raised his head and looked at the ceiling. It was obvious that Uncle Zhong was hinting just now that Grandma Li upstairs was not a human being, and she had hit a ghost tonight.

He lifted his suitcase and walked into the bedroom.

The bedroom is about ten square meters in size. There is a simple wooden bed next to the wall to the west, next to it is a wardrobe and desk. The door of the bathroom is facing the window. After opening, Lu Zhao saw the sink and a mirror.

After closing the bathroom door, Lu Zhao sat at the desk and opened a folder called [Wangsen Building] in his laptop.

It’s not that he doesn’t know there is something wrong with the building.

Before coming to Hong Kong, Lu Zhao had already collected a series of information about the Wansen Building through the Internet.

The predecessor of this building dates back to 1892. At that time, Hong Kong established a leprosy hospital on Fourth Street before World War II. In order to avoid infection, these leprosy patients had to be isolated in the hospital and wait for death.

During World War II, the Japanese army occupied Hong Kong and transformed the hospital into a execution ground, killing many Chinese people. Later, the Japanese army surrendered and the hospital was completely abandoned.

Until the 1950s, this abandoned building was converted into a residential building, which is the current Wangsen Building. Rumors were frequent accidents during the construction process that year, and several workers died mysteriously. After the building was built, every night, residents in the building could always hear screams and collisions coming from the corridor.

People say that the vengeful spirits who died in the past were the tragic spirits in the past.

As Uncle Zhong said, in the mid-1960s, a bizarre fire broke out in the building. The fire burned many people to death. After the building was rebuilt, many residents moved out of the building. Now, except for some elderly people, most of the people living there are poor people at the bottom of society.

Later, according to Feng Shui masters, the Fourth Street was too resentful and was the most shady place in Hong Kong; in short, it was the entrance and exit between hell and the world. Therefore, the dead souls often gathered and wandered around there; and the Wangsen Building was a shady house that was only for the dead to live in.

The strange rules in the building, the tenant who stays in the door, the suspicious grandma, the smiling tiger security guard... Everything I see now shows that there is indeed something wrong with this place.

But even so, Lu Zhao moved in with a firm determination.

The reason he did this was not to seek excitement for death, but to figure out one thing.

Before, Lu Zhao did not lie to the bus driver. His life has been a race against time since his birth.

Before he was a month old, his father hanged himself at home and committed suicide. His mother raised him and his brother. He died of cancer nine years ago, leaving only him and his brother to depend on each other.

Four years ago, when Lu Zhao was still in college, his brother jumped off the building on his 27th birthday and followed his father's footsteps.

When my brother jumped down from the roof, he shouted a place called Wangsen Building.

Not long afterwards, Lu Zhao discovered from the relics left by his mother that his family seemed to be affected by some mysterious force: starting with his grandfather, uncle, father, brother... No one in the family can live beyond 27 years old.

Not only my brother, but when my father committed suicide, he also wrote the four blood words "Wangsen Building" on the walls of his home.

Lu Zhao returned to his hometown county town and found the diary left by his grandfather from his grandmother's house. In the diary, Lu Zhao was shocked to find that his grandfather had lived in a place called Wangsen Building, located on Fourth Street, Xiying Pan, Hong Kong before his death.

The various connections between the two made Lu Zhao feel that the family curse that began with grandfather was likely to come from this.

There are far more strange things than this. Since the death of my brother, I have dreamed of the same scene almost every night in the past four years: in a cold and terrifying room, Lu Zhao can always see a woman wearing a red cheongsam.

He had never seen the woman's face, but the woman said that she had been waiting for him in the Wansen Building.

What kind of secret is hidden in the Wansen Building? Why is grandpa infected with this terrifying curse? Who is the woman in the dream?

Lu Zhao felt that in the dark, those complex mysteries woven into a huge net, surrounding him.

The reason why he dared to live in Wangsen Building was not because he was bold. On the contrary, Lu Zhao was more afraid of the impending death than anyone else.

He did not want to repeat the same nightmare every night, and welcomed the last train of death while waiting day by day. Lu Zhao wanted to change the tragic fate of the family, and he wanted to survive.

Therefore, when he was three months away from his 27th birthday, he resolutely quit his job in the mainland and returned to Hong Kong alone.

From the moment he walked into the Wangsen Building, a strange feeling emerged in Lu Zhao's heart: his intuition told him that all the mysteries will be revealed here.

So when he came, even if he could not get rid of the curse in the end, he would at least have to figure out who the woman who appeared in his dream every night was, and what purpose she had to summon herself.

After closing the computer, Lu Zhao took out a rusty iron box and incense jar from his bag.

In addition to the brother's remains, there is also a stack of matches.

There are no more or less, exactly 91 matches. After burning all the matches, your life will end.

After placing the photo of his brother, Lu Zhao subconsciously stroked the ring in his hand.

This is a Hetian jade ring with a warm texture, which is spiritual and transparent, and is shiny. Looking closely, there is a faint red color in the center of the jade, as if bloodshots invade it, with an indescribable strange beauty.

This ring is the relic of my brother. Lu Zhao slowly turned it, and what appeared in his mind was the scene of my brother lying in a pool of blood.

Seeing that twelve o'clock had passed, the upper right corner of the computer jumped to August 21, 2021.

Lu Zhao took a deep breath and stood up. He wiped a match and lit three incense sticks.

"Click--"

The light became dazzling little by little, and the flames were beating in the darkness, emitting a faint light in the darkness, reflecting on Lu Zhao's bloodless face.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Gradually, the flames continued to shrink and finally quietly turned into a wisp of smoke.

After the match burned out, Lu Zhao threw it into the trash can without expression.

There are 90 matches left in the box. It is only 90 days left before my birthday, but it is coming.
Chapter completed!