"Since Bachi and Dowawa came to our door on their own initiative, there will be no more evil spirits for eight hours, and everyone can rest."
Now Qin Jue's words were an imperial edict. The Qin family's children who had stayed up all night were relieved and sat in the corner one after another, and fell asleep while sitting there.
But those elderly people all had weak kidneys and weak bodies. Qin Jue could only let people make bunks on the floor in the lobby and sleep on them. It was better than being killed by evil spirits inexplicably in the house.
During a short break.
Qin Jue turned on his phone and started searching for outside information.
Sure enough, the Internet has become a mess.
No matter which platform or media it is, there are crazy people shouting.
"Crazy! Really crazy! My mother is chasing me with a knife! Asking me if I want to cut some pieces of meat on my body to make my favorite meat buns!"
"Brother, your mother is crazy. Come here, but I have to tell you something. I prefer men, but it is better than being chased and chopped by your mother."
"I'm hiding in the house and shivering! There's a bride in red standing at my door. She keeps banging her head on the door and keeps asking me to go out and lift her red hijab. Damn it, I'm almost crying to death!"
Suddenly, a unique piece of information appeared on the Internet.
"At the coordinates of Jiangcheng, a super fierce man appears!"
"There was a madman in Jiangcheng who ate the employees of a burger shop, and then ran to the street to kill people. As a result, this super fierce man took an iron rod and blew the madman's head off with one blow! The red and yellow blood was all over the street. It’s all! This is a live scene, it’s really explosive!”
There are two pictures at the end of the message, which are pictures of Qin Jue killing the starving ghost.
Qin Jue's eyes were indifferent and he continued to browse other information.
At this moment, in a rental house in Jiangcheng.
Fang Xiu, a short-haired young man, was typing on the keyboard with passion.
I can't wait to describe Qin Jue's every move in detail.
He looks like Qin Jue's little fanboy.
"Why on earth is the poster spreading scary photos from here?"
"It looks like it's synthetic! Can an iron rod kill someone's head?"
"The poster found disgusting pictures from somewhere on the dark web and has reported them to the Internet Supervision Bureau!"
"It's disgusting. Is this a fierce person? Is he a murderer?"
"Isn't the guy with the iron rod the crazy one?"
Looking at the malicious comments that kept pouring out, Fang Xiu curled his lips and just wanted to say that he was short-sighted.
Fang Xiu thought for a while, then typed out a sentence.
"The world has changed! Haven't you seen that there are madmen everywhere? Heroes emerge from troubled times, what do you blind trash know? If I can see that super fierce man again, I will stay by his side even if I am a bully. , only idiots like you would think of staying away."
This passage inspired more malicious comments.
Fang Xiu didn't mind. He leaned on the chair and stretched, revealing a colorful tattoo on his arm.
Yes, Fang Xiu is the kind of person in Jiang Cheng who has disgraced his ancestors for eight generations, a tattooed gangster.
Because of this tattoo, he couldn't find a job at all, so he could only live in a rented house, do some game training, earn a meager salary, and barely make ends meet without starving to death.
In the past, Fang Xiu was so passionate that he thought he was a big boss after getting a tattoo.
But reality has hit him so hard that he doesn't know how to fight back.
"Oh, it would be great if I could still go to Dragon City."
Fang Xiu seemed to be remembering some past events and sighed helplessly.
Just then, he heard a dull knock on the door.
Fang Xiu's heart skipped a beat. He had no relatives or friends here. Who would knock on the door?
Involuntarily, I thought of those posts on the Internet just now.
Thinking of this, Fang Xiu gently grasped the iron rod he picked up next to him and tiptoed to the door.
The door of the rental house is very thin, just a layer of wood, but fortunately there is a simple peephole.
Fang Xiu didn't see anything through the peephole, but the knocking on the door continued, so his pupils moved down as much as possible, and then he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle!
Outside the door, on the dirty floor covered with color advertisements and saliva, there was a [person] crawling!
Yes, just crawling!
Because this person's hands and feet are on the ground like a reptile, but instead of his spine pointing up, his belly is pointing up, his head is pointing up, and he has a sickly smiling face, staring straight at the cat's eye above, and the end of the cat's eye. Fang Xiu looked at each other.
"Wo nest! Damn it!"
Fang Xiu shuddered, retreated reflexively, and bumped into the cabinet.
His teeth were chattering a little, and he clenched the iron rod harder with his palms. Big beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and his lips kept trembling out of fear.
"Damn it, what kind of monster is that outside!?"
Fang Xiu swallowed and mustered up the courage to look at the cat's eye again.
This time the crawling [person] no longer crawled, but straightened up like a dog, with his belly pressed against the door, his hands and feet twisted and folded behind him, as if someone had broken a rope in the opposite direction and tied it. And that sickly smiling face was stuck directly on the cat's eye, and a pair of pure black weird eyes looked through the cat's eye.
When he saw Fang Xiu appear in the cat's eyes again and look at him, the corners of the sickly smiling man's mouth cracked in an exaggerated arc, and he made a sharp and strange hoarse sound.
"I saw you."
"I really saw you!"
Fang Xiu screamed in fright, stepped back and hit the cabinet, almost breaking his bones, but he could no longer care about his fear, because there was a crazy banging sound coming from the door, the fragile wooden door was crumbling, and dust was everywhere. It seemed like [people] outside would break in the next second.
Fang Xiu's lips trembled crazily.
He stayed for two or three seconds, then frantically took out the phone.
Instead of calling the inspection bureau, I called an unknown number.
This number was left by Qin Jue to the little boy after he beheaded and starved Gui to death.
At that time, Fang Xiu coaxed the little boy to ask the question.
"Hey, who's there?"
A cold male voice came from the phone.
Fang Xiu felt that the air around him was much cooler.
It was as if the other end of the phone was the underworld and Yama in Fengdu!
"I, I am Fang Xiu." Fang Xiu said tremblingly: "Brother, big brother, please, can you please help me? There is a madman who wants to enter my house. He, he is banging on the door! He, he is not Man! He is a monster..."
"stop."
Fang Xiu trembled and shut up.
Then words came from the other end that made Fang Xiu despair.
"In this terminally ill world, I have no obligation to save you."
Fang Xiu was desperate, his hand holding the phone trembling wildly.
The colorful tattoos on his arms trembled along with the skin, losing their previous inherent majesty, like a clown taking off his armor.
No obligation to save me.
Yes, strangers have no obligation to save me.
Even if he is Qin Jue, the heir of the old Qin family.
Fang Xiu bit his lip, and it was dripping with blood before he knew it.
The crazy banging on the door next to him, the sound of "I see you", and the crumbling wooden door filled with dust were all frantically destroying Fang Xiu's mental defense. Unknowingly, this 1.8-meter-old man burst into tears. , tears rolled down unsatisfactorily.
But a second sentence came from the phone.
"The door hasn't been broken yet?"
Fang Xiu said subconsciously: "Yeah!"
"What door is your house?"
"Old, old rental houses, wooden, wooden doors, not worth much."
Fang Xiu stuttered.
"Then what are you afraid of? Just use anything to do it." The voice on the other end of the phone was a little impatient: "It takes time to even break the door. What are you afraid of?"
