On the way, I told the fat man that if I was unlucky this time, I would lose my life.

The fat man asked, "Are you kidding me?" Lin Mo didn't laugh. He just looked outside calmly without saying anything.

The fat man's face turned pale in an instant.

After figuring out what was going on, the fat man ran through seven red lights and brought Lin Mo back to the Lvyuan community in fifteen minutes.

"By the way, my dad is back too, you can come say hello too."

Lin Mo said something to the fat man before falling asleep.

"Uncle is here too?"

The fat man's eyelids twitched. He had heard that Lin Mo's father had been dead for five or six years.

The dead came back? I have to say, it was quite scary when I first heard the news.

But on second thought, is there still a lack of ghosts in the nightmare world?

When he actually met Lin's father, the fat man was extremely attentive.

When meeting the residents of the community, he introduced them enthusiastically.

The entire Lvyuan community was alarmed.

"The district chief is back!"

"Not only the district chief, I heard that the district chief's father is back as well."

"I seem to have heard that the district chief's father died several years ago. It's a bit scary."

"Are you sick? You've been dead for several years."

Men and women, old and young, all came out at this time.

Especially the female nightmares in the community, they are the fastest.

Nie Hong came and seemed to be dressed up; Dandan’s mother also came and seemed to have put on makeup; the most exaggerated one was Sister Liren (the female nightmare in the cosmetics store in Qiandu Commercial Plaza), who was also wearing heavy makeup.

A female ghost nearby couldn't help but whispered, "Sister Liren, I didn't realize that you also have feelings for the district chief?"

The beauty smiled and said, "Nonsense, but I know I can't compete with those little bitches, so I want to see if the district chief's father likes someone like me."

When the ghosts nearby heard this, their eyeballs dropped to the ground. They were all in awe and kept saying how smart it was and expressing their admiration.

Lin Mo didn't know about this mess.

He asked Fatty to look after Xiaobai first, and he brought his father to Zhang Meng's studio.

The fat man looked at the chubby kid who was holding his hand, and then looked at the human head in the other's arms. The fat man, who was thought to be knowledgeable and would not be scared again, began to shiver again.

studio.

Lin Mo pushed open the door and looked at the paintings in the room. They seemed to be the same as before. It seemed that Zhang Meng had not been creating during this period.

Could it be that the other person has always been in that painting?

The father who followed in later also had his eyes light up when he saw this house.

"Xiao Mo, there are many hidden talents in your neighborhood."

One sentence shows that the owner of this house is extraordinary.

Zhang Meng is indeed extraordinary.

A typical homegirl with a strong personality; a painter with the terrifying ability to create the world with a pen.

After searching for a while, I couldn't find anyone. Zhang Meng was indeed not in the room.

Lin Mo asked a few ghosts in the paintings, and they said Zhang Meng was in the painting in the house.

When I went in, I saw that it was indeed the painting "Lost City".

"Come on, let's go in and find her."

The father also acted decisively. As it concerned his son's life and death, he could not wait even a moment.

The two of them entered the painting.

There have been some changes in the painting world.

Before, it was at most a 'lost city', but now it is more like a city that has experienced bombing.

There were broken walls and ruins everywhere, and some tall buildings had collapsed.

At this time, the ground shook and made a rumbling sound.

The building not far away, which was already shaky, finally collapsed.

Clearly, this place is unstable.

Lin Mo didn't know where Zhang Meng was, but he felt that this must be related to the other party.

At this moment, a figure flashed by in a dark corner nearby.

Dad just chased after him, and it felt a bit like a cheetah hunting its prey. Dad relied on real hard power.

The monster had its neck strangled and kept struggling, but it was obviously unable to make any waves in the hands of the old man.

"This thing smells like a curse. It must be the seven lives you mentioned." Dad sniffed it and identified the scent of a curse.

Dad owned the yellow paper earlier than Lin Mo and collected curses earlier.

Therefore, his understanding and research of curses is deeper than Lin Mo's.

Dad is a professional at identifying the smell of curses.

After finishing the work, the old man took out a three-inch long incense stick from his arms, blew it gently, and lit it.

The next moment, like a magic trick, the incense stick was stuffed into the corpse monster's head.

It felt as easy as sticking a coin in the play dough.

After stuffing it in, Dad let the corpse go.

A thin puff of white smoke slowly came out of the corpse monster's nostrils, and it followed the old man obediently.

"This is our Lin family's ghost slave incense. Don't you know how to make it yet?" Dad asked.

Lin Mo nodded embarrassedly.

"Hey, you should study more about the abilities of our Lin family."

Lin Mo deeply agreed with this.

If he could prepare a little more 'Demon Revealing Soup', then this battle with Yuan Xiuqing might have had a different outcome.

But there is no use regretting about this kind of thing, we can only learn from it.

Lin Mo had made up his mind that once the issue of the undead curse was resolved, he would take the time to study the Lin family's abilities and prepare enough magic-revealing soup.

This way, if you encounter a tough guy next time, just take it in one gulp and roll up your sleeves to get to work.

Kill anyone who stands in your way; kill Buddha if he stands in your way.

Very cool! Dad let the corpse monster controlled by the ghost slave incense lead the way, and the two of them quickly headed towards the place with the strongest curse aura.

On the way, my dad said that the burning time of ghost slave incense varies depending on the craftsmanship of the craftsman.

And this burning time determines the time the ghost is controlled.

“The ones I made at first could only burn for one minute. You may not be able to last even a minute when you just start. But remember, this skill requires long-term practice. Now I can do it for ten minutes. Dad hopes you can surpass me and become better than me.” Dad was quite proud and arrogant when he mentioned this, and there was a sense of teaching in his words.

Lin Mo demonstrated the art of making paper figures to his father.

Dad was silent.

Then he kept urging Lin Mo to run faster.

"Run faster, kid, haven't you eaten yet?"

Ahead is the center of this 'lost city'.

There is a tall building here.

Lin Mo had seen it before, and the source of the curse was most likely inside.

Interestingly, most of the buildings in the city were damaged or collapsed completely, but this tall building was intact.

The seven-life corpse monsters that once gathered here have also disappeared.

Just at this moment, footsteps were heard from the front.

A skinny man with a face like a skeleton ran towards this side.

This person is very dangerous.

There is an incredible malice about him.

Seeing Lin Mo and his father, the man pulled out something and swung it towards them.

A sense of danger was approaching.

Dad stretched out his hand and threw the corpse monster he was controlling to the front.

The next moment, the corpse monster split into two.

Even Lin Mo couldn't see clearly what cut the corpse monster in half.

When the skinny and malicious man on the opposite side was about to slash for the second time, Dad had already appeared behind him and slapped him with a gust of wind.

The man was knocked to the ground.

His foot twitched and then stopped moving.

Dead!

A man walked over slowly, looked at the body on the ground, then looked at Lin's father, and asked Lin Mo: "District Chief, who is this old man? Why is he so fierce?"

A chapter in the early morning, a new week, asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)