Seeing Li Ya taking out a strong hemp rope from his back, Shi Yu turned around and wanted to run, but suddenly he felt weak in his limbs and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the thigh again, a needle of tranquilizer was inserted there, piercing the skin, and the medicine inside was quickly injected into the flesh and blood.

"You...are you really that damaged to this extent?"

The corners of Shi Yu's mouth twitched twice.

Qin Nuo said: "It's for your own good. If you have Alzheimer's disease, don't run around."

As he said that, he picked it up and threw it back into Li Ya's hands.

Li Ya nodded to Qin Nuo and dragged Shi Yu away.

Qin Nuo looked at the time. It was almost lunch time, so he didn't stay any longer and turned around to leave the house.

…

At noon, Qin Nuo returned to the courtyard. It seemed that his father and mother had no other plans for the whole day. Before going out, they sat in the living room, and after coming back, they still sat in the same place.

Qin Nuo pushed the door open and came in. His father's eyes moved and followed him. His eyes were like dead fish, which was indescribably strange and terrifying.

The mother closed her eyes, tilted her ears slightly, and said, "You're back."

"Your father and I have already eaten. Your portion is left in the pot."

Qin Nuo glanced at the kitchen. The firewood had not yet gone out, and a thin wisp of white steam was rising from around the pot lid.

Qin Nuo retracted his gaze, looked at his father, and asked, "Since Father is back, shouldn't he go to work too?"

"Can you share some of the family pressure with me? This pressure is making me feel a little breathless."

Surprisingly, this time, the father's true feelings were not spoken by his mother. He opened his cracked and purple lips and uttered a single word tremblingly: "Pain..."

"Pain?" Qin Nuo's face showed a hint of doubt.

"Your father means that he just came back and his whole body is still in pain. It's not suitable for him to do heavy work. He will be fine after a while." The mother tapped the ground twice with the crutch in her hand and said softly.

"Oh well……"

Qin Nuo pretended to be helpless and looked at his father.

The strange feeling in my heart grew deeper and deeper.

At present, the sun and moon cannot be seen in Quande Town. The only way to judge the alternation of night and day is by the changes in the white fog.

When the white mist gradually turns into smokey yellow and then gray, it means that night is gradually falling.

Qin Nuo slept until 2:30 in the morning, then turned over from the bed, opened the window, glanced at the yard, and tiptoed out of the house.

"Brother Xue, we have to work overtime today." Qin Nuo put on his mended cloth shoes and said to the blood-eyed ghost.

"What does it matter? I don't need to sleep." The blood-eyed ghost said nonchalantly.

"You might run into those lights and shadows again. I wonder if you can handle them?"

"Last time I was careless, and my performance was more or less poor, and the guy with a face on the back of his head stole the limelight. This time is different." The blood-eyed ghost still said confidently.

Confidence is a good thing, but Qin Nuo also heard some uneasiness in the tone.

Without thinking too much, Qin Nuo looked at the time, put on a thick windbreaker, and left the courtyard.

…

At night, Quande Town was shrouded in gray fog and was quiet and gloomy. People walking on the streets felt like they were walking in the underworld.

Qin Nuo followed Li Sha's memory and walked towards the ancestral hall along the route.

After a while, he appeared in front of a big gate.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, two stone lions are perched on a stone platform, with their mouths wide open, looking majestic, as if they can scare away any ghosts and monsters from approaching.

But in Qin Nuo's eyes, the huge ancestral hall might have been occupied by ghosts long ago.

Qin Nuo stepped on the steps and entered the ancestral hall. The red candles on the wall were burning, reflecting his shadow.

On the ground, inside an iron tube, paper money was still burning.

"Someone's coming here in the middle of the night?"

Qin Nuo was thinking, and then he saw a figure from afar, kneeling in front of the incense burner, knocking his forehead to the ground, kneeling and praying for something.

Qin Nuo walked over, looked around, and called softly: "Hello?"

There was no response.

He stood there like a stone statue, motionless.

Qin Nuo also discovered that he was a disabled person, his hands were missing, and his sleeves were empty.

Seeing that there was no response after calling twice, Qin Nuo didn't hesitate and raised his foot, ready to kick it to see if it would work.

After all, at this time, who would have nothing better to do than burn incense and worship Buddha here?

There are only ghosts.

Just as he was about to kick, the other party suddenly raised his head and straightened his back.

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and nodded, then turned back to look at Qin Nuo: "What do you want to do?"

Qin Nuo said: "I thought it was a dead person, so I wanted to verify it."

"I just couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I came here to pray." The man said expressionlessly. His hair was messy and his beard was untidy, making him look more like a beggar who had been begging for a long time.

Qin Nuo followed up and asked, "What happened?"

"My wife and children just died in a landslide. My mother had epilepsy and passed away this morning."

"As for my father, he was torn to pieces and killed by those monsters. They also tore off my hands."

Qin Nuo opened his mouth and thought, could this be any more miserable?

"I feel for you."

"Even in this situation, you still haven't thought of committing suicide." Qin Nuo said sincerely.

"I'm going to hang myself from the beam after I finish my worship."

"Then what are you praying for?"

"I pray that I will be born into a good family in the next life. This life is too hard," said the man.

“…”

"Then you can pray slowly." Qin Nuo said.

"You came here, didn't you, just like me?"

"I... am hungry, so I came in to see if there are any tributes to fill my stomach." Qin Nuo said.

The man looked at Qin Nuo with a very strange look, and after a while he said: "You should fear the gods."

"If the gods were useful, how could these monsters be so rampant now?" Qin Nuo said lightly.

"They just haven't woken up yet..."

"At night, those monsters start to run rampant. Aren't you afraid?" The man looked at Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo paid attention to the time and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm about to commit suicide, what else am I afraid of?"

The man shook his head ridiculously, stood up, and a white silk thread fell out of his clothes. He said to Qin Nuo, "Can you help me find a higher beam to hang it on?"

"Just consider it a favor."

"You even need help to hang yourself. Don't you think you're a coward?"

As Qin Nuo spoke, he actually did as he was told. He picked up the highest beam, hung it up, tied it tightly, pulled over a stool, and placed it underneath.

After doing all this, Qin Nuo leaned aside, crossed his arms, and looked at the man casually: "Let's get started, you're welcome."

In the world of horror, suicide and murder are commonplace. He wanted to see if this man would actually do it.

Another white silk thread fell out from under the man's clothes. He looked up at Qin Nuo and said, "I have another one. Do you want to share it?"

Qin Nuo rolled his eyes: "Stop wasting time and go to your place."

The man wasn't joking either, and put one foot on the stool.

Just as the neck was about to be hung, there was a sudden noise coming from outside the ancestral hall...