But soon, he seemed to think of something, smiled sinisterly, and took two steps forward. Not far away, a red candle suddenly lit up.

In the red light, the man looked horrible, his eyes were bloody, the sides of his head were empty, and his ears had been cut off.

He tilted his head and pointed at his ear.

It seems to be saying, you are right, I am indeed deaf.

This scene is terrifying no matter how you look at it.

However, Jiang Chen was not afraid at all. Instead, he nodded in understanding: "It turns out he is really deaf and blind."

As he spoke, his eyes rolled, revealing a hint of discontent.

"Hey, you deaf bastard, you can't see or hear, right?"

The man shook his head.

"Then..."

Jiang Chen immediately became excited. He turned his head and looked around the room. He found that it was filled with coffins. The strange thing was that these coffins were arranged from small to large.

The smallest one is only big enough for a small baby.

Then there was a size that could accommodate a child, then a teenager, then an adult...

"Is this preparation for several people to die at the same time, or is it preparation for one person, for all ages?"

Jiang Chen muttered something, without thinking too much, he walked forward, picked up a coffin and left.

He seemed to want to do it in front of this blind and deaf man.

Steal everything in his house.

"Coffin maker Lao Tian was shocked. He stole from a ghost, didn't he? Ghost energy +999!"

"You can't see me shaking my head? Do you really think I'm deaf? Ghost energy +999!"

When Jiang Chen walked past it carrying the coffin, he pushed it and said, "Get away from it, you blind bastard!"

"Old Tian is furious. You really don't have any compassion or manners at all! Ghost energy +999!"

Wait until Jiang Chen finishes moving a coffin.

When he ran in and wanted to move the second one, he suddenly found that Lao Tian was no longer at the door. In the light of the red candle, he saw that the other party was squatting in the far corner, looking at him with horror.

“It’s you…it’s you…”

Hearing this.

Jiang Chen could only ask in return: "What am I?"

"I don't know! I didn't see anything. Don't hurt me, don't come over..." Lao Tian seemed very frightened, muttering like crazy.

"I did see you... No, no... I saw nothing!... I heard nothing, I know nothing..."

This undoubtedly aroused Jiang Chen's curiosity.

So he stepped forward and asked, "What did you see?"

Old Tian was even more horrified. His eyes widened as he was covered in blood and flesh. "Dead...dead! I saw you...dead. Your body was dismembered and stuffed into a coffin!"

When it said this, there was a hint of gloom in its tone.

This moment.

Jiang Chen's breathing became heavier. He felt a tearing sensation in his limbs and neck, as if his arms would fall off if he raised them slightly. It was just like what the coffin maker had said: he was torn to pieces.

"You're dead... It's not my fault. Don't hurt me, don't hurt me..." The coffin maker kept shouting frantically. His words kept echoing in his ears like a deep curse, making the sense of separation in Jiang Chen's body even more obvious.

At this time, he slowly lowered his head.

His expression became extremely gloomy.

"It turns out you saw it all. No one should know about this... It shouldn't be..."

His tone gradually took on a morbid tone, a madness even greater than that of the coffin maker.

"Since you know this secret."

"Then you, too, deserve to die!!!"