Rainy night.

Rosner and Wu Laoer are very familiar with each other.

When it saw Wu Laoer knocking on the door, it opened it immediately.

It was raining heavily outside, and Wu Laoer was soaked to the skin, but he was obviously holding something in his arms, wrapped in clothes. Rosner knew that there must be something inside.

After drinking a glass of foreign wine and warming himself by the fire, Wu Laoer calmed down and took out the things.

To Rosner, it was a small house carved out of black wood.

"What is this?" Rosner asked curiously.

"The shrine is something used to enshrine gods and Buddhas. It's a good thing. Please give an estimate for the price. If it's suitable, you can take it away immediately." Wu Laoer hoped to make a fortune from this.

Rosner immediately picked it up and studied it.

In the past few years in China, countless antiques and artworks have been stolen and sold, many of which have been sold at extremely high prices at international auctions. Rossner, a previously unknown small businessman, has not only made a fortune, but also gained a great reputation.

The current market situation is that as long as he has goods in hand, he will have no trouble selling them.

As long as word gets out, buyers will soon come knocking.

The wooden shrine in Rosner's hand looked like a miniature temple.

The workmanship is very exquisite.

It seemed to be made of black wood, but there was no sign of decay in the wood. However, because it was just unearthed, it smelled like a rotten odor from a grave.

But it is because of this smell that proves that this is the real thing.

Soon, Rosner discovered that there was a black sculpture in this "small temple".

It was the image of an evil ghost with a green face and fangs.

"That's not right. Since it's a shrine, a place dedicated to your Chinese gods and Buddhas, there should be some gods in it. How could it be something like this?" Rossner was also very shrewd, and he began to find fault.

It’s not that he doesn’t want the things, but he wants to bargain.

Wu Laoer was even more shrewd. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Lao Luo, we are so familiar with each other, so don't try to play tricks on me. To be honest, you have made a lot of money from me over the years. I don't plan to do this farm work anymore. If you give me a good price this time, I will retire. I will also go to that southern bird country with you, buy a piece of land, plant bananas, find some foreign girls, and live comfortably for the rest of my life."

Rossner thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry about the price. We are so familiar with each other, I won't cheat you. But you have to explain this to me. You know I like your Chinese culture, especially the ancient Chinese culture. Tell me, why do you enshrine an evil ghost in this shrine?"

Wu Laoer had no idea about this, so he made up a story and Rossner believed it.

"It's raining heavily outside, so I'll stay at your place tonight." Wu Laoer felt relieved after receiving the money. He glanced at the wind and rain outside the window and said.

"Okay," Rosner agreed.

It's late at night.

Wu Laoer, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up as he heard some noise outside the house.

But when Wu Laoer woke up, he found that the house had changed.

The rain outside had stopped, but it seemed even darker, and he smelled a familiar stench.

That is a smell that can only be smelled in an ancient tomb.

Wu Laoer was stunned for a moment.

He reacted quickly and reached out to touch the revolver under the pillow. He bought this gun at a high price. After all, people in their line of work have to carry powerful weapons with them.

But when he touched it, he panicked.

The gun is gone.

His first reaction was that it was impossible. With his alertness, he would immediately know if someone entered the house, and there was no way that his gun could be secretly taken away.

At this time, Wu Laoer heard some noise in the house.

"Anyone?"

He was tense and stared straight ahead.

There was darkness ahead and he could not see anything, but he was sure that there was something over there.

At first Wu Laoer thought someone was scratching his door, but he soon found out that it was not the case.

When Old Man Wu bravely took a closer look, he was stunned.

There was actually a coffin in his room.

It feels like it was just dug out of the earth and there is still dirt on it.

Wu Laoer's mind went blank for a moment.

He recognized it. He had seen this coffin before. He had seen this coffin when he went to the underground two days ago. The shrine was taken out of the coffin.

But now, there were constant noises coming from the coffin, as if there was someone inside.

To say that he had the guts to rob tombs, Wu Laoer was quite courageous.

But at this moment, he also panicked.

Very scared.

The more he is like this person, the more he is afraid of this kind of thing. This coffin seems to be the embodiment of all his fears.

"Then, did you open the coffin?" Lin Mo couldn't help but ask when he heard this.

The situation at that time was definitely due to the pollution incident, and Wu Laoer fell into a nightmare.

And that coffin was the nightmare transformed from his fear.

Judging from what Lin Mo currently knows, the strength of a nightmare is largely related to the fear value that creates it. Simply put, if a timid person enters the nightmare world, his fear value is very small, and the nightmare that is born from it is also very ordinary, usually F or D level.

If a person is brave, his fear value will be high, and the nightmare created from it will be stronger.

Afterwards, many nightmares can also increase their ratings by devouring each other.

But with Wu Laoer's courage at that time, his fear value must have been extremely high, and the nightmare that was born was definitely extraordinary.

Under normal circumstances, the nightmare would have been at least Class B initially. Since Wu Laoer was in the same room with it, the possibility of him surviving was extremely small.

“No!” Wu Lao Er shook his head: “I was woken up by another voice, and then I realized that everything just now was just a dream.”

After saying that, Wu Lao Er looked at Rossner over there and said, "He was the one who woke me up. I didn't know the situation at the time, so I opened the door for him. This bastard shot me in the head without saying a word."

"That's because I'm possessed by an evil spirit." Rosner declared.

This means that your death, Wu Laoer, has nothing to do with me, Rosner.

Lin Mo looked at Rosner and told him to continue.

"That night, I also had a dream. I dreamed that the evil ghost in the shrine came out, attacked me and bit me. I pretended to be dead and escaped. Later, I vaguely saw myself holding a gun and killing everyone in the house, and then dumped their bodies in a cellar in the yard."

Rosner seemed to recall some of his painful memories: "It wasn't me who did it. It was the evil spirit who did it. It possessed me and killed all the people. Finally, it controlled my body, crawled into the cellar, and pulled the trigger at my head."

Although it was just a narration, Lin Mo could imagine the horrific scene at that time.

According to Nie Hong, the first owner of the Black Sheep Mansion disappeared mysteriously. Everyone thought he had returned to his country, but unexpectedly he died in the cellar.

Maybe their bodies are still in that cellar.

"Where's the shrine?"

"In the cellar, too."

As if seeing Lin Mo's plan, Rossner said at this time: "Don't think about it. The shrine should have been taken away by Mr. Li. What we just talked about has also been discussed with Mr. Li."

Lin Mo knew that what Rosner said was right, but it was still necessary to investigate after going out, just in case there was any discovery.

"Since we've mentioned Mr. Li, tell me what kind of person he is." Lin Mo continued to ask.

"A very special person." Rosner pondered for a while, then looked up and stared at Lin Mo: "Come to think of it, he is a little like you!"

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