Chapter 235 Chapter 235 Heavy Fog

"Password entered successfully."

Click

The door lock opened automatically. He Junxia reached out to push the small iron door between the anti-fog passage and the stairwell, and immediately felt a huge resistance.

He Junxia:?

He increased the strength of his hands, but the door only left a tiny gap, and a creaking sound came from behind the door.

An invisible spiritual force penetrated the iron gate, and after a moment, it pictured a mountain of debris in the owner's mind.

However, ten minutes ago, He Junxia had clearly just removed the debris blocking the door, ensuring that the iron door could be opened to a gap for one person to pass through.

Someone pushed the debris back after he left.

He Junxia frowned slightly. She already had someone she suspected, but now was not the time to argue with others about right and wrong.

He controlled his mental power to slowly move away the debris piled up behind the door. When there was enough space, he grasped the door handle and pushed it hard inward.

The mountain of debris blocking the door was forced to move, bumping into each other. Suddenly, the quiet corridor was filled with a loud noise of ping-pong, and people on all floors immediately pricked up their ears alertly.

"Click"

He Junxia closed the small iron door.

He moved quickly, and the small iron gate was connected to a fog-proof passage, so there was almost no chance for the red fog to sneak in.

"Knock knock knock"

The knock on the door was neither light nor heavy, and it was impossible to analyze the mood of the person knocking at the moment, but the young man living in Room 102 was very unhappy.

Are you sick?

Who let the old man in?

What if the loud noise attracts monsters?

Song Hongxuan didn't think he had done anything wrong.

If you like to go out, just stay outside. Why come back? What if a tentacle monster takes the opportunity to attack, wouldn’t it harm all of them?

This black sheep deserves to die!

Song Hongxuan said impatiently, "Why are you knocking? I'm knocking you, you want to die?"

The knocking sound disappeared instantly.

Song Hongxuan snorted with disdain. What an old fool! He only bullies the weak and fears the strong. How could he be afraid of him?

Little did he know that the person outside the door had already turned cold.

He Junxia was not actually too angry about the behavior of the resident of Room 102 blocking the door after he left.

After all, the pressure brought by the tentacle monster was too strong. If he put himself in the other person's shoes, he could understand the other person's concerns.

Moreover, this matter did not cause him any loss, so there was no need to worry too much about it. He Junxia did not knock on the door to accuse him.

But such an arrogant attitude is too much.

He Junxia asked: "Were you the one blocking the iron gate?" He had to confirm it first, otherwise it would seem like he was the one who started the trouble.

Song Hongxuan stood on tiptoe and looked into the cat's eye, only to see an old man who was about forty years old, and no one else.

He felt inexplicably relieved, rolled his eyes, and said nonchalantly, "So what if it's me? What do you want? Are you dissatisfied?"

He Junxia: "When you blocked the door, didn't you think about how the people who left would come back?"

Bah, you still want to preach to me.

Song Hongxuan spat casually and said impatiently: "Old thing, get out, stop pretending in front of me. You want to go out and blame others, don't force me to come out and beat you up."

He Junxia smiled.

People really laugh when they are speechless.

Throughout the several disaster worlds, he hadn't seen such an "energetic" person for a long time.

At the same time, the relevant information about resident 102 finally surfaced from the memory pool deep in the wisher's brain.

Song Hongxuan, male, 20 years old, unemployed

My father, a gambling addict and a domestic abuser, was sentenced to three years in prison last year for intentional injury and remains in jail. My mother divorced her husband and moved away ten years ago, unable to tolerate his domestic violence.

He currently lives alone.

As for why the wisher knew so much information, the reason was very simple. In the past, Song Hongxuan often brought his friends back in the middle of the night and made a lot of noise.

The entire community was troubled.

Finally, the neighborhood committee and the police joined forces, and an unknown kind-hearted person beat him up in the dark, and everyone was finally able to sleep well.

The old man's mouth curled up into a sneer.

He didn't waste time talking to the young man from Room 102, but simply said, "It's good for your health to talk less."

After saying that, the old man turned and went upstairs.

Song Hongxuan, who saw this scene through the cat's eye, was sarcastic and disdainful. He thought he was a very powerful person, but it turned out to be an old coward.

Seeing the old man beat him, he didn't intend to give up. It was so boring to stay in the house. It was a blessing for him to finally have an old troublemaker to vent his anger.

Song Hongxuan opened his mouth to humiliate the other person again, but was horrified to find that he suddenly couldn't speak.

“Mmmmm…”

Song Hongxuan panicked.

He subconsciously remembered what the old man said before he left, and an incredible guess came to his mind.

Could it be that old immortal who did it? !

No, that's impossible. It's funny. Just saying something has such an effect. Do you really think he has never been to school?

“Mmmmm…”

Song Hongxuan doesn't believe in evil.

But even though he shouted until his face turned red and his saliva kept flowing, he could not utter a clear and complete word, as if he had been placed under some strange seal.

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"Dad, are you okay?"

Zong Kangping's face was filled with anger. If his father had not signaled to stop him, he would have almost rushed down and fought with the others.

How outrageous!

He Junxia: "Don't take it to heart, it's just a small matter. He has already paid the price for his actions."

For at least the next half month, the residents of Room 102 won’t be able to say a word.

Maybe some people think that not being able to speak is not a punishment. Some people may not say a word for ten days or half a month when living alone.

But voluntary and passive thinking are two different things.

I think after half a month of anxiety, panic and despair, the young man downstairs who was swearing should be able to learn to speak nicely and respect others.

He Junxia lowered his head to change his shoes when a flash of red suddenly caught his sight and his eyes froze.

He raised his head and said seriously, "Back off and go back to the bedroom. Don't come out unless I tell you to."

Zong Kangping was a little confused, but he was an obedient man, so he went back to his bedroom without asking any questions.

The bedroom door was closed. He Junxia picked up her right shoe and turned it over. The bright red mushroom fluttered in the wind, looking so flamboyant.

He Junxia turned on the flashlight and observed carefully, and found that the mushroom was not stuck on the shoe accidentally, but grew out in a very short time.

Seeing this, he immediately took off all his clothes and pants, and found that not only his shoes, but also the back of his coat had several red mushrooms growing on it.

The red mushroom is not big, with a round cap of about 2cm in diameter, a red umbrella and a white stem, which looks festive.

But what if it grows in people’s lungs?

At the growth rate of this type of mushroom spores, it can kill a person in less than half an hour.

He Junxia's face darkened.

It was too impulsive to rush out without taking proper protection. I hope those he rescued can escape this disaster.

He Junxia quickly picked up the small air purifier on the coffee table and returned to the entrance. He couldn't let the family of the wisher be harmed because of his actions.

The small air purifier made very little noise when running. He Junxia stood there and thought for a while, then took off the double-layer mask on her face.

He turned and went into the kitchen, picked up a large iron basin and a lighter, returned to the entrance, threw all his clothes, pants, masks, etc. into the basin and burned them.

Then He Junxia picked up the hypochlorous acid disinfectant from the shoe cabinet and sprayed it everywhere...

After a thorough cleaning of the living room, kitchen and other public areas, and a thorough shower in the bathroom, He Junxia let the two adults come out wearing masks.

He explained the situation to the two of them, frowning slightly: "This time I was too impulsive and didn't consider the consequences."

Zong Kangping and Zhang Shuhui looked at each other.

They didn't expect the red mist to be so terrifying. It used to only grow on tree bark and in corners with high humidity and prone to mold, but now even clothes, pants and shoes can grow mushrooms.

Zong Kangping said worriedly, "Dad, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? You must tell us."

He Junxia shook his head.

Although Xuanli is not a panacea, the body will expel toxins from the body under the influence of Xuanli during cultivation.

A little bit of mushroom spores won't affect him, but I'm worried that the two children will be affected and get sick.

He pondered and said, "I've been practicing in the living room for the past few days. Tell the two children not to go near the door."

Zong Kangping nodded.

Zhang Shuhui didn't say anything.

She admired her father-in-law's initiative to go out and save people, but as a mother, she was still a little unhappy to know that her child might be affected by this.

To be selfish.

In her opinion, no matter how many strangers there are, they are not as important as the two children she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy.

But now that things have come to this, any more I say will just be hindsight and will only make my husband and father-in-law unhappy. There is no need to dwell on it.

If there is a next time, she will definitely remind her father-in-law to think twice before acting and think more about his five-year-old grandchildren.

Zhang Shuhui thought so, but she didn't know there would be no next time.

The next morning

A looping horn sound broke the tranquility of the community.