"There's a ghost here, Brother Chen!"

Old Dao peed, he really peed. From the moment he entered this place, there was a terrifying atmosphere, and now that terrifying atmosphere has been amplified to the extreme.

Old Dao was afraid of death and ghosts; otherwise, he wouldn't have lived in that place in the first place.

Now, the word "death" seems to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Get out of the way!" I pushed Old Knife aside and walked straight forward with the Thunderstrike Sword in my hand.

Having spent so much time at the funeral home, and having grown up with my grandfather, these little tricks can't possibly scare me.

Ant Group is still sending out messages, urging me to come in quickly.

This is an obvious trap, but my intuition tells me that the truth is hidden here.

No matter what changes occur, nothing can deter my determination to investigate.

Hold on tight!

I stretched out my other hand and let Old Knife hold on tight.

Old Dao is also a crucial clue in the search for Xu Feng; we absolutely cannot let Old Dao fall here.

Even with this burden, I cannot let Lao Dao disappear from my sight.

"Brother Chen, you smell so good, and your hands are so smooth!"

When he grabbed my hand, Lao Dao was clearly no longer afraid.

Instead, he said such things.

A chill ran down my spine, and I asked him with a stern face if he had ever lived in a provincial capital city in the southwest.

Old Dao quickly shook his head and explained that his orientation was normal, it was just that I could make him feel warm.

Suppressing my nausea, I pulled Lao Dao to the door. Suddenly, the sky had completely darkened.

A cold wind followed.

And there was a fox-like howl.

Is it an illusion, or does it actually exist?

I can't tell the difference.

But I know these things don't work for me.

I kicked the door open and went inside.

The room was lit, but it was lit by a kerosene lamp, not an electric light.

The room wasn't large, but the layout was rather rustic.

The layout is similar to that in the movie.

It looks antique.

The room was empty, with two chairs and a table in the middle.

I looked at the two chairs and had a feeling that someone was watching me from up there.

Behind the chair was an altar, on which something was being offered.

"Brother Chen, look, isn't that a fox?"

Old Dao, with his sharp eyes, pointed to the statue behind the incense table and said.

I looked in the direction Lao Dao pointed, and at the very back, there was a stone sculpture, half human and half beast, that looked like some kind of deity, but after looking closely, it seemed to be a fox.

Old Dao picked up the kerosene lamp from the table and began to lead the way for me.

Just as we were getting deeper inside, the door slammed shut with a loud bang!

Old Dao quickly turned around and tried to open the door, but as you can imagine, it didn't budge at all.

The kerosene lamp in Lao Dao's hand suddenly went out.

The other lights in the room went out, and apart from the small amount of incense burning in front of the altar and the brightness of my phone screen, there was no other light in the room.

brush!

Before my eyes and Lao Dao's eyes flashed, a bolt of lightning struck directly, followed by a thunderclap.

Anyone with a little bit of a fear would definitely be scared.

I could feel a warm current on my trouser leg because Old Dao had clung to me in fright.

"Old Dao, did you pee?" I was speechless. You peed your pants over such a small thing?

"Um, Brother Chen, don't worry about that for now. Let's see what Ant has to say."

Old Dao chuckled, indicating that he didn't want to dwell on the matter further. The place was deserted; Ants had sent them there.

I handed the phone to Lao Dao, and after he read it, he was even more furious.

Because the message Ant sent me was a screen full of the word "death".

"Brother Luo, oh no, Brother Chen, save me!" In his desperation, Lao Dao actually called out "Brother Luo," but later corrected himself to "Brother Chen." However, I didn't take it seriously, after all, Lao Dao was Lao Luo's man, and the two should have a very deep relationship.

Just like some people, when something happens, the first person they think of is their closest loved ones.

"It's just scary. Haven't you noticed? From the moment you came in until now, the atmosphere has been terrifying, but you haven't suffered the slightest harm, have you?"

Without an earth spirit, I see things more clearly than others because I am not affected by emotions and can always maintain my rationality.

Old Dao carefully considered what I said and felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

So naturally, they became bolder.

I turned on my phone's built-in flashlight and started looking around the room for any clues.

Since someone directed me to this place, they must want me to know something.

That feeling from that day is becoming increasingly intense now.

In this whole affair, there must be two different forces interfering with or guiding me.

This one is definitely not from Wu Zhiguo's side.

"Brother Chen, I'll go check it out. If there's any danger, I'll be the first to go!"

Old Dao is much more loyal and courageous now than before.

I kept an eye on Lao Dao from behind, in case anything unexpected happened to him.

I used a flashlight to illuminate Lao Dao's path. Perhaps he was encouraged by what I said, because even with the thunder and lightning outside, Lao Dao was not afraid at all.

Just then, another clap of thunder sounded, and my phone shook slightly.

Old Dao seemed to have tripped over something, and stumbled and fell.

"Old Dao, are you alright?"

I shone the flashlight back on Lao Dao's face, only to find that he was sitting on a corpse.

Old Dao's face began to contort, revealing a ferocious smile.

I hurried forward, a bad feeling creeping into my heart.

I shone my flashlight on the corpse's face, and just as I had guessed, the owner of the corpse was none other than Ant.

It looks like the ant drowned.

This place is related to Fox Village, and the things offered there are also related to Fox Village.

We observed the ants; they had clearly drowned. They were pale, their skin was swollen, and they had a foul odor.

On my left arm, there's a eagle owl tattoo just like mine.

"Brother Chen, the ants have it on them, and so do you. If the ants die, you won't have it on you too, will you?"

Old Dao said that at such an inopportune time, and it made me want to punch him.

"Look, this tattoo is missing so many things! Ears, wings, and feet—they're all missing!"

I pointed to the tattoo on Ant's arm and explained it to Lao Dao.

They even brought out my own tattoo for comparison.

Old Dao Tou tapped the rice like a chicken pecking at grains.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the entire room.

And now, a portrait of a deceased person is suddenly enshrined on the altar.

"Isn't this Brother Chen?" Old Knife screamed.