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Fan Lao San abruptly sat up, his heart filled with rage. He picked up a chair and walked out of the hall.

He could not understand why the dirty things in this room would want to go against his family. The Taoist had also invited them, and the offerings had also been served. He had done all that needed to be done, but he still could not solve any problems.

There was no longer any fear in his heart, only anger. He decided to drive away all the filth in the room by himself.

Grasping the chair in his hand tightly, Fan Lao San angrily walked to the door of the hall, but he did not rush out. Instead, he waited at the door of the bedroom, quietly listening, listening to the footsteps outside. The last time, he clearly remembered that when he walked to the door, the footsteps stopped.

But this time, there wasn't any. The footsteps still sounded, beep, beep … Tick, tap, tap … Very, very light...

Taking a deep breath, Fan Lao San grasped the chair in his hands once more, lifted the curtain, and rushed out.

However, when Fan Lao San rushed into the hall, he saw an unbelievable scene. His one-year-old Xiao Qiang was standing inside the hall. He was only one year old, and had just learned how to walk. Was it him that had made the sound of the footsteps? Where did his grandmother go? Why didn't she take good care of this brat?

In a split-second, many questions floated up to the surface in Fan Lao San's mind, but the rage that filled his heart immediately melted away, leaving only love and love.

Putting down the chair in his hands, Fan Lao San crouched down and stretched out his hands to his son. "Xiao Qiang …" "Good girl, come to daddy here …"

Xiao Qiang continued to move slowly in the living room, his shoulders shaking slightly as if he did not hear his father's words.

Fan Lao San called out again, "Xiao Qiang, come to daddy. Where's your grandma?"

At this moment, Xiao Qiang suddenly burst out laughing, his cackling laughter reverberating in the spacious hall. He slowly turned around, turning around very slowly. As he did so, his laughter did not stop.

Fan Lao San felt that something was wrong, and an indescribable fear arose in his heart, causing his heart to beat violently.

After a long while, Xiao Qiang finally turned around and faced Fan Lao San.

A strange smile hung on his one-year-old son's face, causing him to feel a chill down his spine.

Fan Xian noticed that his son's face was surprisingly white today, and his eyes were very bright, as if they were slightly red.

"Father …" Xiao Qiang stopped laughing and shouted with his young and tender voice.

The fact that his son still called him father proved that there were no big problems.

But the scene that followed made Fan Lao San so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

Xiao Qiang once again said with his young and tender voice, "Father … Auntie said that today, our whole family must die … "

Moreover, it was accompanied by Xiao Qiang's frantic laughter. Suddenly, he changed his extremely ferocious appearance, and on his pale, paper-like face appeared countless tightly entwined red veins. They were like tree roots that twisted and twisted around his face, and his eyes were also bleeding with dark red blood as sharp teeth grew out from his mouth.

How was this even his own son? He was clearly a monster.

Seeing this scene, Fan Lao San couldn't help but sit down on the ground, but at this moment, that monstrous child extended his small hand full of sharp nails and walked step by step towards Fan Lao San, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints on the ground.

The third brother never would have thought that he wouldn't be able to see the red-clothed ghost girl hanging on the beam in the living room, but would instead see his one-year-old son. But this child wasn't his son, he was a ghost!

Fear, endless fear spread, but behind the fear was hidden anger. Fan Lao San was truly angered, he moved back a few steps, and his hand suddenly touched something, it was the bench he had taken out from the bedroom. He grabbed it, shouted loudly, closed his eyes, and smashed it onto the little monster.

One... Two... Three times...

Fan Lao San used the greatest strength he had ever used in his life to viciously smash that little monster's body. With every smash, blood would spurt out.

After smashing a dozen times, Fan Lao San finally stopped. That bench had already been smashed into pieces, while that little monster had fallen into a pool of blood, never getting up again.

Fan Lao San breathed heavily, looking at the small monster on the ground covered in blood, he laughed out loud: "Ghost, what's there to be afraid of!" Come at me if you have the guts, watch me beat you to death one by one … "Haha …"

Not waiting for Fan Lao San's laughter to subside, another series of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the bedroom. Fan Lao San turned his head and saw an incomparably shocked and incredulous face. This person was his wife, the child's mother.

"Third brother Fan …" "Why did you kill your own child, you beast …"

At first, the woman was so frightened she fell to the ground, but then she got back up and pounced on him.

At first, Fan Lao San saw that the woman was his wife, but when she got up, Fan Lao San saw that her face had suddenly changed. This face was the same red ghost she had seen that night. It! With an evil grin on its face, it pounced at him.

It's another ghost, still the same ghost. Come at me, I'll kill a few if it's any of you!

The third brother had already gone mad. Looking at the red-clothed ghost girl who was pretending to be his wife pouncing towards him, he picked up a sharp chair leg and stabbed it towards the ghost's neck without even thinking.

The leg of the bench pierced its throat, and from the back of its neck emerged a sharp blade of blood. Blood flowed from its mouth, but there was still a malicious smile on its face, as if it was mocking him. Yesterday, the ghost had grinned at it from the rafters, and today, it was the same smile.

Fan Lao San felt the strength in his hand sink as the female ghost collapsed to the ground with a strange smile on her face.

You only know how to scare me, and I, Fan Lao San, will still be afraid of you!

The third brother pulled the leg of the stool out from its neck, and fresh blood dripped from the leg of the stool to fall to the ground. Right at this moment, another sinister laugh came from behind him. Turning his head, he saw that the female ghost was still standing not too far behind him.