"Oh?" The old man secretly formed a sword-finger gesture in his hand, exhaled a puff of smoke, and let it drift down the corridor.
Lin Feng heard footsteps and saw a middle-aged man walk out from behind the door. His pale face had a very warm smile on it, and he called out to the old man, "Dad, come home for dinner!"
Upon hearing this, the old man scratched his cheek, feeling rather uncomfortable.
"What's wrong? I specially made your favorite braised pork today, and I also bought some wine. I'm waiting for you to come back!" The middle-aged man wiped his hands on his apron and then called out, "Xing'er, your grandpa is back. Go and greet him!"
"Why!"
A childish female voice rang out, followed immediately by the sound of light footsteps.
Seeing this, the old man coughed a few more times, feeling even more uncomfortable, and had no choice but to face the little face that had run out of the room. He had walked to the back for some peace and quiet, but this only made the two little ones fixated on him.
The apartment building had several steps, and as soon as the old man took a step, that little face bounced and pounced towards him.
"grandfather!"
The little girl jumped up happily, while the old man looked on with disgust. Just as the other was about to pounce, the smoke that had just drifted out lifted the girl up from behind by the neck and hung her in mid-air.
This old man's abilities...
Lin Feng didn't realize when the old man made his move, but seeing the little girl carrying the cigarette smoke, he roughly made a judgment in his mind.
The smoke then tossed the little girl back, and the old man was the first to praise her.
"dad!"
The middle-aged man came out again and stood at the kitchen door, holding a chicken and a cleaver in his hand.
"Cough cough, son, it's been decades, and you're still living in this shabby place. It's not even as big as my old man's toilet." The old man ignored the man and went inside to walk around the house.
The yellowed paint on the walls was almost completely peeling off, the floor was filthy and black, the coffee table and table were old models from decades ago, and even the TV in the living room was a black and white model.
The middle-aged man hesitated, unsure of what to say.
Where is your wife?
The old man, who had been carrying a hint of nostalgia, immediately changed his demeanor, as if he had truly returned to his own home. He kicked a dirty chair and cursed, "What? Your wife's gone too? You're a man in your fifties, and you can't even keep your own wife... Is Xing'er even your biological daughter?"
Oh!
Lin Feng couldn't help but want to laugh out loud; this old man was too interesting.
"Forget it, what does it matter if we're biologically related or not? I picked you up back then, so it wouldn't matter if I picked up another one." The old man rocked his chair, stood up with a look of disgust, glanced at the meat and wine on the table, and chuckled, "Smells good. You've really honed your skills."
The old man seemed to be praising her, but then he turned around and said with disdain, "Only someone like you who has no woman wanting him could cook such delicious food."
Bang!
The chicken fell from the man's hand to the ground, and thick black smoke emanated from his darkened face, transforming into a black thread that floated towards the old man.
Black, eerie silk?
The old man, who had just felt he hadn't finished cursing, immediately felt a chill run down his spine and took several steps back. This was too abnormal!
"Xing'er, where's your mother?" Lin Feng didn't watch the old man being harassed, and asked the little girl who was tied to the ground by the smoke.
The little girl asked in a daze, "My mom? Dad, where did my mom go?"
The black threads paused in mid-air for a moment. The middle-aged man thought for a second, and the next moment, the white, eerie threads that had been floating behind him and connecting him to Xing'er began to turn black.
Your mom doesn't want you anymore!
Your mother ran off with some other man!
"Your mom thinks you're stupid!"
A series of angry roars filled with resentment erupted from the man's mouth, all the blame seemingly falling on the woman who had left, making him a laughingstock in everyone's eyes.
"Really? This old man actually hit the right spot." The old man dodged a few times, but the black silk thread reacted slowly and failed to connect to him. "Kid, don't wait, let's attack together."
"kindness!"
Lin Feng nodded. The changes in the middle-aged man and the little girl were clearly going in a direction that was very bad for them. They should deal with it as soon as possible before the changes were complete.
A demonic hand, formed from six points of demonic power, floated out from his hand, and the smoke that the old man had blown out of the house instantly gathered and stabbed into the middle-aged man's body.
"You deserve to die!!"
The middle-aged man roared and raised his cleaver to strike Lin Feng's demonic hand.
The claw strike, which seemed unlikely to be blocked, was actually blocked by the cleaver cutting into the palm of the demon's hand.
Lin Feng lowered his body, shifting his center of gravity, and grabbed a chair, smashing it down. At that moment, the old man's smoke finally drew closer, transforming into sharp blades that pierced through the smoke.
"Hey kid, watch out!"
The old man shouted, and Lin Feng felt a chill under his feet. The little girl, tainted by black energy, slid down to his feet like a snake, staring with her dark pupils, and reached out to grab his legs.
Lin Feng instantly exerted force with his feet, his waist leaping into the air, and he drew out the remaining four points of demonic power to grab the little girl at his feet.
"Hey kid, what are you practicing?"
The movement was strangely unusual. Everyone else did backflips and frontflips, but the old man had never seen a mid-flip before. To put it more vividly, Lin Feng's body looked like a four-legged toad that had just jumped up from the ground.
Lin Feng, catching his breath, replied, "High jump."
Without the support of data, it was indeed not very smooth for this body to use these techniques. Fortunately, his body was still young and not so stiff.
High jump? You mean that thing in the Olympics? Is it really that amazing?
The old man looked astonished; the Olympics had only just been introduced to China in his time, and he really didn't know much about them.
After Lin Feng finished answering, he looked at the middle-aged man. The smoke pierced his body effortlessly, like puncturing a balloon, causing the resentment within him to dissipate rapidly.
The girl whose cheek was scratched by the demon's hand was left with a handprint-like mark, as if burned, and let out a sharp scream.
The two different abilities also produce different effects; the old man's smoke damages the ghost's body, while he causes the ghost intense pain and corrosion.
"One for each person?" Lin Feng asked the old man, since such ghosts were not particularly difficult to obtain.
"good!"
The distribution was completed in an instant. The old man changed his hand seals, and the smoke that had entered the middle-aged man's body immediately scattered and burst out, shattering the man.
Lin Feng took out a bottle of magic potion, drank it, and then a demonic hand, formed from ten points of demonic power, grabbed the little girl and slammed her into the kitchen, overturning pots and pans all over the floor, before falling silent.
The old man watched Lin Feng's performance with a smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Continue?"
"kindness."
Lin Feng turned and left, the old man following behind, patting his disheveled clothes as he stepped out of the house.
After the battle, the ghosts in the other rooms quieted down, and they walked up to the fourth floor chatting and laughing without making a sound.
"This place is very cold and desolate, and it seems like there's something big inside."
Standing in front of apartment 401, the old man looked around and shook his head repeatedly: "What kind of dilapidated house is this? The layout looks problematic no matter how you look at it. Who would dare to live here?"
"You understand feng shui?" Lin Feng stood by the window in the corridor, looking at the brightly lit bus stop in the distance. A few people there had bought food from the convenience store next door and were sitting and chatting.
The old man approached the door, sniffed it, and shook his head repeatedly: "I don't understand. That thing is all about leveraging momentum. We go in and out of all sorts of dangerous places every day. Unless you're one of Ghost Shadow's people, no one else would bother to learn it."
When the Ghost Shadows were mentioned again, Lin Feng blurted out his question: "What kind of people are the Ghost Shadows?"
"Who are you? You should ask what kind of ghost it is. These lunatics are so afraid of ghosts that they just became ghosts themselves."
The old man frowned, walked to Lin Feng's side, and immediately saw the situation below: "These little brats, I came up to scout ahead, and you've already started stealing food."
After cursing, the old man looked away and continued, "Living people are unpredictable, let alone ghosts full of resentment. That's why many people don't want to come into contact with them. If something goes wrong, these people will use all sorts of tools to track you down, making your mission more difficult."
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