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Walking out of Chen Xiaolian's residential complex, Du Chunfeng touched his pockets and suddenly let out a bitter smile.

Damn it, I don't even have any money left in my pockets. I can't even sit on the bus anymore, so I can only walk back.

Fortunately, this place wasn't too far from where he lived.

After walking for nearly an hour, they finally arrived at Rental House.

Just as he was about to push open the door with his key, Du Chunfeng was suddenly startled. There were traces of the door opening.

However, the possibility was low. This room was extremely dirty. Other than a tenant like himself, there was hardly anyone else who could enter.

Had he been robbed?

But no matter what kind of possibility it was, Du Chunfeng did not care.

There was nothing in the room other than the rats that he had lived in earlier. There was not even a bed, so there was nothing to steal.

Thinking about the bed, Du Chunfeng felt his heart ache again.

He had originally planned to buy a second-hand single bed for the night. However, he did not expect that he would have to pay the fees for the medicine for Chen Xiaolian. It seemed that he would have to go to a shop on the floor tonight.

Alas, a room without a bed is desolate. I might as well go to the park and find a bench for a night's sleep.

Thinking about that, Du Chunfeng opened the door and went in, and then turned on the light.

The light on the ceiling flashed a few times like a gasp, but it finally lit up.

Looking around, Du Chunfeng was sure that someone had been in the house before.

When he left the house in the morning, he had memorized all the large and small furnishings of the house, but now it was obvious that they had all been moved either big or small.

"Bro, if you still haven't left, then hurry up and come out. There's nothing to steal in my house. If I'm not going to call the police, then you should leave quickly." I've been tired all day and I need to get some sleep. I need to get back to work tomorrow. "

Du Chunfeng shouted towards his surroundings.

After a long time, when no one replied, Du Chunfeng thought that they had left. He immediately closed the door and laid down on the floor, comfortably breathing out a sigh of relief.

Having worked so hard all day, he really needed a good night's sleep.

The surroundings were very quiet. Occasionally, there would be two rats running back and forth, squeaking.

believed that these little fellows had the right to live here, so he did not chase them away.

Besides, it was impossible to miss a mouse in such a dirty house.

A cold wind blew, and the tattered curtains floated up. A pale white face suddenly appeared on the windowsill, and Du Chunfeng opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had sensed something, but didn't discover anything.

Du Chunfeng turned his body over and scratched his itch before he continued sleeping.

"Wuwuwu ~ My death was so tragic, I really hate it ~"

A voice echoed in the small room.

The wind became even more anxious. The curtains, which had already turned dirty and hard, continued to slap against the windows, creating 'pa pa pa' sounds. It was as if the windows were about to be broken into pieces.

Du Chunfeng was lying there with his eyes closed.

The bathroom door suddenly opened, releasing a cloud of white gas. A figure walked out from the white gas.

The man wore a bloodstained white robe and had a long dagger stabbed into his chest. Blood constantly dripped from the dagger.

The man's face was pale. His long hair was disheveled, covering most of his face. His head was tilted to the side, and his long tongue was almost hanging out of his mouth to the ground.

He stretched out both of his hands to feel around, and then, shakily walked towards Du Chunfeng.

He squatted in front of Du Chunfeng, reached out his hand to caress Du Chunfeng's entire body, and said in a hollow voice: "I was murdered, and this house is mine, yet you ran in to live. "You stole my house, so I'm going to kill you ~"

After he finished speaking, his two hands suddenly grabbed onto Du Chunfeng's neck.

But from start to finish, Du Chunfeng did not have any reaction, as if he had no intuition.

The ghost also felt that it was a little puzzled. It released the hand it was holding on Du Chunfeng's neck and extended its hand to probe under his nose.

He suddenly screamed and fell backwards.

"Oh my god!" This guy is dead! "

As soon as his voice fell, five or six people drilled out from every corner of the room, followed by a burst of crashing sounds.

The tall guy who he saw last night also ran out of the bathroom with a palm-leaf fan. He was in the bathroom creating smoke. If he didn't come out now, he would choke to death.

The short fatty also climbed in from the windowsill. He was the one responsible for the pale ghost face that had just flashed by.

The tall one laid down and pressed his head against Du Chunfeng's chest to quietly listen for a heartbeat, then took his pulse, his face ashen as he said: "Not good, he's really dead, so dead that I can't hear a single thing."

Originally, they wanted to scare Du Chunfeng, but they did not expect him to be so timid, and actually cause the death of them.

"This guy dares to sleep in the haunted house. I thought he had guts." This guy dares to sleep in the ghost house.

The tall one cursed.

"Then... What do we do now? "

The "ghost"

He said frantically.

"Don't worry, there are no cameras in this building. Let's get out right now and pretend that nothing happened. In any case, this guy was scared to death. Even if the police were to investigate, this place would be a haunted house anyway. They definitely wouldn't suspect us.

Everyone agreed and prepared to leave.

"Ai, wait, isn't it a bit immoral for us to just do this? If it wasn't for calling for an ambulance, we might have been able to save him.

The "ghost"

He pulled the tall man's sleeve.

"How do I save him? My heart is beating so hurry up and run. "

With that, the tall one ran out and everyone followed him.

The "ghost"

After looking at Du Chunfeng apologetically, he chanted the Amitabha word and turned to leave.

"You've killed me. Do you want to run now? "If you don't even give me a call for first aid, I hate it. I'm going to kill you guys!"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind. Everyone turned around and nearly peed their pants.

It was unknown when Du Chunfeng had actually stood up. His expression was sluggish, and both of his arms swung powerlessly like a swing.

"Oh my god! A corpse! There's a ghost! "

"Run!"

Everyone screamed as they scrambled to escape.

Du Chunfeng reached out and grabbed the "ghost" that was running at the back.

He was dragged to his side.

"I've been caught! Save me! "

The "ghost"

He hurriedly turned to his companions for help. Unfortunately, each and every one of his companions seemed to have caught fire in their buttocks, disappearing without a trace.

The "ghost"

He angrily stomped his feet, and then remembered that there was still Du Chunfeng behind him, he immediately turned and kneeled down, both hands clasped above his head, and quickly kowtowed, "Big bro, I didn't mean to kill you, it's all because of those bastards, if you don't feel satisfied, go and find them to settle the score, they are the real mastermind."