In a quiet old house somewhere in a ghost town.

Old Sun stood in a narrow alley with his hands hanging and his head lowered.

This alley is at most an aisle, only about one meter wide, with high walls on both sides. It stretches for twenty meters from front to back and ends at a scarlet courtyard gate.

The paint on the door is not red.

But blood.

Even the door panel was slowly oozing out blood, which then flowed down along the door panel and gathered on the ground.

Faintly, one could hear whispers coming from the corners of the walls on both sides.

The sound is intermittent.

In this narrow alley, there are other ghosts besides the captured Old Man Sun.

He must have been caught.

They all stood in a row, shaking constantly.

It's fear.

The atmosphere here scared them, and what also scared them was the tall ghost figures standing behind two rows of high walls.

The walls on both sides are two meters high, but these figures stand behind the walls, with their heads sticking out, staring at the ghosts in the alley.

The whispers I heard before were made by these tall ghosts.

At this moment, the blood gate in front opened with a creaking sound, and all the ghosts in the alley shuddered.

"Four of you go in, four of you go in quickly!"

The heads poking out from the corner of the wall spoke in unison at this time.

The ghosts in the front had no choice but to walk in tremblingly, despite their reluctance.

The next moment, the blood gate closed and everything returned to silence.

Old Sun felt scared because it was too quiet inside, even if he heard a few screams.

But there was no sound from inside.

It's like a dead place.

This is the second wave of ghosts that Old Sun has seen entering.

As for what to do inside, the tall ghost figures on the wall have also told us.

Tell a story to a lady inside.

Old Sun thought it was a joke at first, but he found that the other party might not be joking.

The ghosts on the wall also said that if the lady didn't like the stories you told, she would prune you and plant you in the yard.

Old Sun didn’t know about others, but when he heard those ghosts say these words, he was already terrified to the extreme.

Because he had looked up at the tall ghost figures outside the wall before.

What is connected under their necks is not the body, but a branch.

These heads all grow on trees.

Old Sun felt that if he chopped off its head and stuck it on a tree branch, that would be more terrible than dying again.

At this time, a ghost in front secretly turned his head and called out softly to Old Sun.

"Tell me any interesting stories you know."

The ghost's body remained motionless, but its head turned 180 degrees.

He seems to be a tough guy.

But in this place, you can only be honest.

Hearing the other party's words, Old Sun immediately became alert.

"How should I know? I was going to ask you."

Old Sun is not stupid.

When we go in later, whether it will be good or bad may all depend on the story we are told.

So even if there are good stories, it is impossible to share them.

At this moment, everyone should take care of themselves.

The ghost in front showed a ferocious look, so Old Sun didn't hold back and showed it blood flowing from all seven orifices. It was more terrifying and frightening than others, and Old Sun thought he was not a bad guy.

But it is obvious that neither the other party nor Old Sun himself dares to act wildly in this place. At best, they are just bluffing.

There were some that were acting wild before, but they were all taken away one by one by the people in the corner.

The outcome is predictable.

Seeing that he couldn't bluff Old Sun, the other party gave up.

"Don't worry, I'm just asking, if you don't want to tell me, forget it."

The other party retracted his ghost look and turned his head back.

Old Sun also sneered and wiped the blood off his face.

"I don't know what happened to Lao Lin!" Old Sun thought to himself at this time, because he knew that Lao Lin had also been arrested.

By the way, Lao Lin’s eldest nephew also seemed to have followed.

"That guy is awesome, but this place is even scarier. I'm afraid he won't be able to stir up any trouble. Sigh, this is fate. I'd better think of a good story. At this point, everyone can only take care of themselves."

Time passes in silence.

At this moment, the blood-red door in front opened again.

That sound was like hitting the hearts of the ghosts behind.

"Four in, four more in." The heads on the surrounding walls screamed.

This time it's Old Sun's turn.

He and the three brothers in front of him had no choice but to go in.

That feeling is scarier than entering the gates of hell.

There is a big yard inside.

Looks very clean.

There are flowers, grass, pavilions, water, fish, and beauties! She is sitting in the pavilion in front.

Judging from her figure, she must be good.

However, none of the four ghosts that came in paid attention to this. They all looked at the plants around them.

Here comes the scary part.

Take the flowers and plants on both sides for example. There are large flowers that look beautiful and blooming, but if you look closely, you will find that in the center of the flower is a human face.

And the soil beneath the grass and trees was filled with human heads.

The grass and trees grew out of the eye sockets, mouths and nostrils of these human heads. This was not the scariest thing. The scariest thing was that these human heads covered with grass and trees were actually still "alive".

In other words, these ghosts still maintain their original appearance. One can imagine how painful and uncomfortable it must be with grass growing in their mouths and noses and blood in their eye sockets.

Just looking at it made the four ghosts who came in feel their scalps tingling.

In the pavilion, the woman was trimming something, and what she was holding in her hand was exactly one of the four ghosts that had come in before.

The woman trimmed it and cut off the other's nose.

The ghost was in great pain, but could not make a sound.

There was a tongue lying next to it.

Old Sun understood that the tongue had been pulled out.

This woman is so cruel.

Anyway, Old Sun was terribly scared, and the other three ghosts who came with him were probably the same. They were standing outside the pavilion at the moment, looking at the human heads on the ground and then at the human heads hanging on the tree. They were already on the verge of collapse.

The woman in the pavilion had her back to them and waved without turning back.

Motion them to come in.

None of the four ghosts, including Old Sun, dared to disobey.

If you don't obey, the end result will be that you'll be thrown into the ground, which is more horrible than dying a hundred times.

As for resistance, take the woman hostage or even kill her.

The thought never occurred to me.

None of the four ghosts are stupid.

This woman has an extremely strange aura, mysterious and dangerous. In a word, she is impossible to beat.

If you take action, the consequences may be even worse.

At this time, Old Sun looked at the pool next to the pavilion.

There seemed to be fish in it.

Look carefully.

There are fish, but there are also ghost corpses.

There are at least a dozen of them in the entire pool, maybe more.

The fish was a strange one, not very big, with scarlet scales, and the largest was about the size of a palm. It shuttled among the numerous ghost corpses below, gnawing on their food.

The problem is, those ghost corpses were still moving, showing painful expressions, and their fingers were twitching, as if they were trying to escape.

But to no avail.

All they can do is be eaten by those strange fishes over and over again.

Old Sun had laughed at Old Lin for wetting his pants before, but now he also wanted to pee.

Pain and despair are not scary.

The scary thing is that there is constant pain and despair, endlessly.

The four ghosts approached tremblingly, and the woman in the pavilion pointed to the four stone pillars over there, signaling them to sit down.

The four ghosts can only sit down.

Obviously they did whatever the woman told them to do, without any hesitation.

"You speak first!"

Suddenly, the woman pointed her finger at a ghost.

The ghost was a skinny middle-aged man, who was trembling. It was obvious that he was terrified to the extreme.

It stammered, but it was so frightened that no one knew what it said.

After only two sentences, the woman on the other end shook her head and said, "It's not nice to listen to, and I don't understand it. Go feed the fish in the water."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

The middle-aged ghost actually stood up by himself, staggered, and fell headfirst into the pool.

Is that it?

The remaining three ghosts really wanted to get up and run away immediately.

But there is no escape from this place.

The most frightening thing was that the human heads in the ground, the human heads on the trees, and even the ghosts in the water seemed to be looking at them, staring at them, hoping that they would suffer the same endless pain as themselves.

As the saying goes, happiness may not be shared, but difficulties must be shared! The woman pointed her slender finger at the second ghost.

This time, the second ghost learned his lesson and told a story honestly.

The main thing is that the woman didn’t say what she liked to hear, so we can only take our chances.

This ghost is telling a joke.

You know what, it's quite funny.

The woman didn't react at all.

Then she came over and cut off the head of the joke-telling ghost.

At this moment, Old Sun saw the woman's appearance clearly. She was indeed very beautiful, but she was also ruthless. At this moment, she was holding the ghost's head and holding a pair of pair of pair of scissors in her other hand.

Old Sun saw it clearly just now. The woman used a pair of small scissors to cut the ghost's head in the air, and it fell off.

Next, Old Sun and the remaining ghost watched as the woman trimmed the head in her hand, stuffed some seeds into her mouth, and buried it in the ground.

I believe that soon, lush flowers and plants will grow in the eyes, nose and mouth of this face.

The woman tilted her head while holding the scissors and looked at Old Sun and the other ghost.

These two guys were scared to death.

I kept telling myself to choose the one next to me, not myself.

The woman began to select her troops and generals.

Clicked on another ghost.

This ghost can only tell a horror story.

Just now someone tried the funny thing and it didn't work, so maybe this woman likes horror and excitement.

The ghost's story was very scary and the process was very vivid.

The woman listened with great interest.

When the ghost saw that there was a way, he felt relieved.

I thought to myself that this woman actually likes horror stories.

But when he finished speaking, the woman came up and made him a part of the human landscape.

The stone block under Old Sun's butt was already wet.

Urine.

He suddenly realized that this last one was not a good idea either.

Seeing with one's own eyes what happened to the first three people was simply like a public execution, which had no other benefit except making oneself more afraid and terrified.

It’s not as refreshing as the first one.

But even if there is still a glimmer of hope, Old Sun cannot give up.

"It's your turn." The woman's voice was very pleasant, but to Old Sun, it sounded like the King of Hell's death warrant.

Old Sun's mind is a mess now.

He couldn't remember any more things, and he didn't know the story either.

Subconsciously, he told the story of playing mahjong in the message room.

In fact, the story is neither vivid nor detailed.

The woman's brow furrowed.

Old Sun was really scared, and he sped up tremblingly.

At this time, he talked about Lao Lin’s eldest nephew coming in.

"Lao Lin is my friend. His eldest nephew is called Lin Mo. After he came in, we played mahjong together. Lin Mo said that it would be better to let that gambler win..."

At this time, the female ghost suddenly reached out and stopped Old Sun from continuing speaking.

"You were talking about Lin Mo just now?"

Old Sun was already terrified by now.

The female ghost asked again, and he finally reacted and nodded.

"Yes, it's Lin Mo, my friend's nephew."

After Old Sun finished speaking, he noticed that the female ghost had a strange expression on her face.

He seemed to be stunned somewhere.

He frowned, as if recalling something.

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo, this name sounds so familiar."

…

Ghost town alley.

Seeing Lin Mo grinding the bones and scattering ashes of the desertified dummy, Liu Sheng walked over from the back corner.

He became more respectful.

In his eyes, Lin Mo was more terrifying than '聻', there was no doubt about that. If you provoke Lin Mo, there would definitely be no good results. The dummy that was killed on the ground was the same fate.

At this time, Liu Sheng was actually glad that he was swallowed by the big tiger.

Otherwise, his fate would not be much better than that of the dummy just now.

Lin Mo called Liu Sheng over and asked him if he knew Lin Yuan.

Mr. Liu nodded.

"I know, but I haven't seen it."

Lin Mo asked again if the other party knew "Master Zhang".

"Of course I know. Lord Zhang is the chief official of the government and has been in charge of the public security of the ghost town. However, he has rarely come out in the past ten years."

After Liu Sheng finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Lin Mo.

He also heard the conversation between Lin Mo and the dummy just now, and knew that the person in front of him looked exactly like the official 'Lin Yuan'. No wonder those ghost officials knelt down when they saw him.

It turned out that I recognized the wrong person.

Lin Mo asked some more questions about these two people, but Liu Sheng mostly just heard things from others and couldn't tell him what Lin Mo really cared about.

"Okay, you go back first." Lin Mo waved his hand.

Liu Sheng was stunned and asked where he was going back to.

Lin Mo touched the ghost ring on his little finger, and Xiaohu appeared and swallowed Liu Sheng back in one bite.

The ghost, of course, returns to the tiger's belly.

Now that the old man has been rescued and the corpse fairy has been killed, Lin Mo’s main goal this time has been achieved.

To be honest, the whole process went very smoothly and there were almost no obstacles.

The key here is that the ghost in the ghost town mistook himself for 'Lin Yuan'.

Now Lin Mo finally knew that 'he' was Lin Yuan.

But the question is, what is the connection between Lin Yuan and me? The other party is a big boss in the ghost town. Although I have never seen him, I can guess that he must be very powerful.

If it was Lin Yuan who helped me five years ago, why did he do this?

Looking alike is definitely not a reason.

Lin Mo paced back and forth, pondering the cause and effect of the incident.

At this moment, Lin Mo thought of his mother's diary.

On the minibus, Lin Mo read part of the diary. In his mother's diary, there was a record of a "he".

Judging from the tone and address in my mother's diary, that 'he' is of the same generation as me.

And my mother calls them "family".

When reading the diary, Lin Mo had a feeling.

Now after figuring out some things, that feeling is back and even stronger.

"Oh my god, could it be my brother? Older brother? Or younger brother? Could they be twins?"

Lin Mo felt that his speculation was well-founded and very likely.

But if this is the case, it raises another question.

How did my brother end up in this ghost town?

Lin Mo was a little anxious. He was eager to find out the ins and outs of the matter.

He turned his head and glanced at Xiaohu.

This guy is of no help.

After looking at Xiaoyu again, Lin Mo walked over and took out a pencil.

Xiaoyu also obediently reached out and held Lin Mo's hand.

"Xiaoyu, is that Lin Yuan my brother from the same mother?"

This is the question Lin Mo asked Xiaoyu.

In the past, without knowing the name, it was normal for Xiaoyu not to be able to find out the name "he", after all, the range was too wide.

Now that we know the name, it is very accurate.

Lin Mo hopes to get results.

The drizzle is also very powerful.

She was silent for a while, then grabbed Lin Mo's hand and began to move, with the tip of the pen drawing a mark on the paper with difficulty.

It can be seen that even for Xiaoyu, who has undergone three transformations, it is very difficult to write this answer. It feels like having a mountain pressing on her shoulders.

But no matter how difficult it was, this word was finally written.

"yes!"

This is the answer written by Xiaoyu.

After writing this word, Xiaoyu's eyelids began to droop and she made a sleep gesture to Lin Mo.

Before Lin Mo could say anything, Xiaoyu disappeared in a flash.

It looks like it has returned to the pencil.

There is no doubt that writing this answer was a huge burden for Xiaoyu, but fortunately there was a result.

Xiaoyu wrote "yes".

Then it must be.

Lin Mo was rarely as excited as he was now.

That Lin Yuan is really his brother.

Whether he is an older brother or a younger brother, he means a lot to Lin Mo.

"No wonder, he wanted to help me five years ago, but why didn't he tell me, why didn't he come to see me?"

Lin Mo was a little confused.

He couldn't care less about so many things at this moment. Since he knew that Lin Yuan was his brother, Lin Mo decided to go see him immediately.

The other party is most likely in the government office.

Lin Mo took Xiaohu's ring back and walked towards the government office.

The government office was still gloomy, and at this moment, there seemed to be another figure in front of the door.

The figure was talking to the ghost in front of the door.

When Lin Mo approached, he heard the conversation between the two ghosts.

"Hurry up and inform Lord Lin Yuan that something big has happened in Ghost Pavilion." The person who spoke was a paper man.

Lin Mo thought he had seen it wrong.

But it was soon discovered that the person who was speaking was not the paper man, but a human head held in the paper man's arms.

Lin Mo gives full marks to this look.

The sense of terror is extreme.

The ghost at the gate of the government office didn't say anything, and probably wouldn't say anything, he was just waving his hands.

But there were originally two ghost messengers, but only one is left.

I guess the other one went back to report.

Soon a ghost wearing an official hat came out. This ghost had a pale face, as white as if covered with flour.

"Lord Lin Yuan is not here."

The head held by the paper figurine was anxious: "It's bad, it's urgent now, it's urgent, hurry up and find it, or find Master Zhang..."

"Of course I know it's urgent, but there's no point in being anxious. Master Zhang has been sleeping for ten years and he won't wake up even if we call him. Let's not waste our energy. We still have to find Master Lin Yuan, but he's really not here..."

Just as the white-faced ghost official said this, he suddenly saw Lin Mo standing over there.

He was stunned for a moment, then said happily: "Master Lin Yuan is back!"

(End of this chapter)