Wu Sheng sat beside Wu Jinpeng and cried non-stop. It felt like he wanted to vent all the tears that had accumulated in his heart over the years.

He grabbed Wu Jinpeng's clothes with his little hands, his face full of grievance, and wanted to say something, but the sound turned into a crying tone when it came out of his mouth.

"Did you have a nightmare? It's okay, Dad is with you." Wu Jinpeng hugged Wu Sheng and patted his back gently.

The father and son leaned against each other, Chen Ge breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his knees, and slowly walked out.

When he opened the curtain, the black cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Chen Ge took out his phone, swiped the screen, and clicked on the latest unread message.

"The Ghost Embryo has completed two-ninths of the four-star trial mission. The Ghost Embryo can no longer curse you through sound. Lucky Red Patron, you don't have much time left!"

"Curse through sound? You mean as long as you hear me speak, you can use it to curse me? Isn't the power of the ghost fetus too terrifying?"

Chen Ge's impression of curses requires a medium. If you want to curse someone, you have to get your hands on the other person's hair, nails, or clothes they have worn. At the very least, you have to have physical contact, etc. However, the information on the black phone overturned Chen Ge's previous ideas. It turned out that the ghost fetus could curse based on the sound it heard.

This ability was exposed by the black phone. The ghost fetus can become a fierce god, so his abilities must be more than these. Even with the protection of the red-clothed man, Chen Ge felt unsafe: "The other party has too many tricks, and I may fall into their trap without knowing it. No wonder the black phone said that after the ghost fetus is born, I will definitely die."

The crying sound from the other side of the curtain woke up the younger brother who was sleeping in the living room. He hugged the broken fan and looked at Chen Ge with some fear.

At first Chen Ge didn't care, but after being stared at for a long time, Chen Ge felt something was wrong: "Why are you always looking at me? Do you see something in me?"

Hearing Chen Ge's voice, Wu Jinpeng's brother grabbed the thin blanket and covered his head, looking as if he was about to cry out of fear.

Wu Kun is seven or eight years younger than Wu Jinpeng. Chen Ge felt a little uncomfortable being treated like this by an adult in his thirties.

"Are you afraid of me?" Chen Ge walked towards Wu Kun. Before he got close, Wu Kun stretched out his two hands tremblingly.

"Fan, fan..."

Wu Kun held the broken fan in both hands, half-knelt on the ground, his body shaking.

"You want to give me the fan?" Chen Ge was sitting in front of Wu Kun. When he was about to take the fan, he saw Wu Kun's injured hand.

"I always feel like something is wrong. Why does he keep talking about the fan? What exactly does he want to express? I don't see Wu Kun in Wu Sheng's world behind the door. As his father's younger brother, it is impossible for Wu Sheng to have no impression of him at all."

Chen Ge returned the fan to Wu Kun. After a long time, Wu Kun slowly calmed down.

"What are you afraid of?"

Without waiting for Wu Kun's answer, more than ten minutes later, the curtain was drawn and Wu Jinpeng turned off the small lamp at the head of Wu Sheng's bed.

"Is Wu Sheng feeling better?"

"The child fell asleep after crying himself tired." Wu Jinpeng's eyes were also a little red and swollen. He stood in front of Chen Ge and said, "Brother, my biggest wish in this life is that Wu Sheng can be like a normal child. I am also ready to take care of him for the rest of his life... Thank you."

"Brother Peng, to be honest, Wu Sheng was able to recover completely because of you." Chen Ge was going to hire Wu Jinpeng as his new employee, so he didn't hide too much: "You don't have to believe what I'm going to say next, but don't tell anyone else."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Behind that door is a desperate, bloody, weird, and terrifying world. When Wu Sheng falls asleep, he dreams that he is trapped in that world. A child as young as him has to face all the ghosts alone." Chen Ge lowered his voice; "In order to prevent himself from breaking down, he imagined you in his dream. The you in the dream is just like you in reality, trying your best to protect him. It is precisely because of your existence that he did not lose himself and his soul was not devoured by the evil ghosts."

"You've given me a lot of information. Let me sort it out." Wu Jinpeng was silent for a moment, then suddenly pinched himself hard: "Doesn't that mean that if I can enter the gate earlier, Wu Sheng will suffer less?"

"Not everyone can enter that door. Ordinary people may never come back after pushing the door open." When Chen Ge looked at Wu Jinpeng, his pupils slowly shrank, and he used the Yin pupil.

When Wu Jinpeng looked into Chen Ge's eyes, he felt a chill down his spine. He felt that Chen Ge's eyes did not look like those of a living person at all.

"Are you scared?"

"A little bit." Wu Jinpeng nodded honestly. The handsome uncle sat very properly in front of Chen Ge, just like a child.

"Actually, I lied to you before. I told you that there was a child in my relative's family whose symptoms were the same as Wu Sheng's, in order to get close to you." Chen Ge put down his backpack and sighed softly: "In fact, there is no relative's child at all. The child with the same symptoms as Wu Sheng is me."

"You?" Wu Jinpeng's face was full of disbelief: "But you look normal?"

"I was able to grow up healthily like an ordinary child because I also have parents who love me very much. They entered a certain door for me." Chen Ge opened his mouth and slowly lowered his head: "The only difference is that they haven't come out of that door yet, and I can't find them."

"So that's why you're looking for the door? To see if your parents are behind it?" Wu Jinpeng's eyes were red. He understood Chen Ge very well: "Brother, if you don't mind, let me help you in the future! One more person means more strength. You are the benefactor of Wu Sheng and me, and I must repay you for this kindness!"

"No need. I came to help Wu Sheng for selfish reasons. I actually wanted to see if there was any trace of my parents behind that door."

"No matter what, it's a fact that you saved Wu Sheng! Don't make me feel guilty!" Wu Jinpeng was anxious.

"Okay, I can't beat you." Chen Ge raised his head again: "My real job is the owner of a haunted house. Do you know what a haunted house is? In every sense, it is a haunted house."

"I also liked to play when I was young, and I have been there many times." Wu Jinpeng seemed very interested.

"Brother Peng, where do you work during the day? How much is your monthly salary?"

"If you include overtime, it's about 4,000, but the economic environment has been bad recently, and we are laying off a large number of people here."

"How about this, you come to work in my haunted house, I will give you a basic salary of 4,000, and there will be an additional bonus at the end of the month." Chen Ge's haunted house has a serious shortage of living employees, and most of the time one person has to take on multiple roles, but Chen Ge has no choice. His haunted house is special, and every living employee must be 100% trustworthy.

"It's too much. I was prepared to help you, but this way you can solve my work problem, and I'm getting a great deal." Wu Jinpeng shook his head and refused.

"After all, you have seen the 'door', so some things are easier to communicate, and you have a good personality, so you will definitely be welcomed by your colleagues." Chen Ge admires Wu Jinpeng very much. This father who has gone through countless adversities has a heart that understands love and a tenacious soul.