The blurred vision caused by the burning curse gradually recovered at this time, and Lin Mo saw the things in front of him clearly.

The first person I saw was a man in security uniform.

The security guard had his back to him and was talking to someone.

The person the security guard was talking to was a coffin carrier with a murderous look on his face, wrapped in malice and hatred.

At this moment, the man carrying the coffin had only madness and murderous intent in his eyes.

Logically speaking, the nightmare in this situation should be out of control, but the man carrying the coffin still maintained a trace of rationality and argued with the security guard.

Lin Mo finally came back to his senses at this time.

He first looked at his hands, where the kerosene had just seeped into them.

At this moment, there was no sign of anything abnormal, as if the previous kerosene infiltration that was like magma was an illusion.

Is this really an illusion? Lin Mo shook his head.

Ever since he was cursed with the 'ghost eyes', any illusions or methods of covering his eyes with ghosts have been ineffective on him. He has long been immune to this.

Moreover, Lin Mo had never experienced that kind of pain and burning before. It was too real.

It's true.

Looking more closely, the blood vessels under the skin seemed to have a bit of burning flames.

Lin Mo knew that he must have been infected with the 'burning' curse just now, after all, he directly touched the cursed object, but he did not die.

The problem lies in what I just drank.

Looking down, I saw some black blood around, and many burnt holes, which also contained black blood and some broken limbs.

The dark version is gone every day.

In the distance, Xiaodong, the evil ghost sister, the bald killer and the belly-headed man stood motionless with their heads down, as if they were controlled by something and had lost consciousness.

The scene was very strange.

All that could be heard was the angry roar of the man carrying the coffin.

"He must die... He killed my Tiantian, get out of my way... This matter has nothing to do with you."

These words were obviously addressed to the security guard.

The security guard shook his head and said, "The one who died was just a dark clone representing negative emotions. It's not like he hasn't died before. Why are you so anxious? You know very well that Tiantian is still in the house and is well protected."

"I don't care. This matter has nothing to do with you. Get out of the way..."

The man carrying the coffin was covered in black aura, and his aura was several times stronger than the first time Lin Mo saw him.

"I'll move aside, fine. But you dare to touch him." The security guard's voice became colder, and he actually moved aside to make way: "Your son is a son, but my son is not a son? What a joke. Besides, I told you a long time ago that the one just now was not your son. Why don't you understand? Your real son is still in cabin 133."

The two people talking here didn't know that Lin Mo behind them was already dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the man in security uniform.

The man was leaning sideways at the moment, looking to be in his fifties, with a slightly hunched back. Due to overwork, the hair at his temples had turned a little gray.

But Lin Mo will never forget that look.

Lin Mo remembered very clearly that the last time he saw him was in a gloomy funeral home. Everything that happened that night five years ago was still vivid in his mind.

Once upon a time, Lin Mo thought that he would never see this person again.

Later, the nightmare world invasion occurred, and Lin Mo saw a glimmer of hope from Xiaoyu, Sister Yue and even Xi Wenjun, the nightmares.

But he didn't dare to hope for it.

Until a few days ago, he saw the other person on the evil ghost bus.

"dad?"

As a result, the old man in security uniform came over and hit Lin Mo on the forehead.

"I signaled you not to follow me, but why didn't you understand? Who told you to come? You never listened to me since you were little, and you still don't listen now. Just wait and see how I deal with you."

The old security guard beat and scolded at the same time.

Lin Mo held his head and bent over, and started to defend himself: "You blame me for this? I was obedient at that time and didn't get on the bus. Later, I had nothing to do so I came here to wander around, and ended up meeting that bus again. I didn't want to get on at that time. It was a zombie in a shroud chasing me. I had no choice, Dad, this is really not my fault."

The familiar stick education is here.

Lin Mo missed being beaten a lot in the past few years as he hadn't been beaten. He thought he would never experience it again.

As a result, we met again today after a long separation, and I have to say, it’s still the same taste and feeling.

"The one wearing the shroud... could it be him..." The old security guard thought for a moment and did not continue to beat his son. Instead, he grabbed Lin Mo's collar and walked over: "Go, admit your mistake to your uncle Wang."

"Who is Uncle Wang?" Lin Mo didn't react at once.

The old security guard pointed at the man carrying the coffin who was emitting black air, meaning, "Are you blind?"

Lin Mo said nothing, and went over and bowed: "I'm sorry, Uncle Wang!"

After apologizing, Lin Mo turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Dad, what did I do wrong?"

"Have you forgotten what happened just now?" The old security guard was furious.

"What happened just now?" Lin Mo really didn't remember anything. He just remembered the pain from the burn and his brain was a mess. Besides, he couldn't see at that time.

Seeing that Lin Mo really didn't know, the old security guard whispered: "You beat someone's son to death, but fortunately, that wasn't his real son, so there's still room for improvement. Don't be nervous, don't say you just killed a fake one, even if you killed a real one, your father is here, and I won't let you lose a hair."

"It seems that you are really my father!" Lin Mo muttered.

"So you were still doubting me?" The old security guard was ready to take action again: "Who else but me will clean up your ass? You have a shitty ass, and only your father will clean it up for you."

"Then, Dad, why are you in the Second-Hand Alley, and how did you become a security guard?" Lin Mo asked the doubts in his heart.

"What's that look? I'm the security captain. Haven't you seen the captain's armband?" Lin's father showed the red armband on his arm. Lin Mo took a look and saw that it really said: Security Captain, four words.

Security captain, isn’t that the nightmare Xu Yang mentioned? In the second-hand goods alley, he is the defender of order and rules, and his strength is extremely terrifying.

It turned out that it was his own father.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Sometimes, admitting a mistake is just to give the other party a way out, and the current situation is such a case.

The murderous aura of the coffin-carrying man on the opposite side weakened.

Of course, the main reason was that the other party also knew that with the security captain present, he could not kill Lin Mo.

In addition, reason also prevailed at this time.

Originally, the coffin bearer had a good impression of Lin Mo, and he didn't have to be hostile to Lin Mo, after all, Lin Mo had helped him before. It was mainly because Lin Mo had just lost control after being cursed and killed the dark version of Tian Tian with a hammer, which made the coffin bearer lose control.

At this time, Lin Mo also confirmed his initial speculation.

The coffin carrier is related to Tiantian in cabin No. 133.

It is very likely that he is the 'Dad' that Tiantian mentions.

The problem is that Lin Mo remembered it very clearly. When Lin Mo asked about Tiantian's father, the man carrying the coffin spoke with extreme hatred and disgust, as if he wanted to skin Tiantian's father alive.

It turned out that he was scolding himself.

He's a ruthless person too!

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