You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Riverside, shantytown.

Chen Baolong, feeling the cold wind, took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, and slowly closed the book.

It started again next door.

It's only been stopped for less than an hour, right?

How can I get into this book?

He clenched his fists and subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

My parents are out working and not here.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly climbed out of the window and quietly walked to the window next door.

The gray curtains did not cover the windows tightly. Through the gap, he saw the old table with manuscripts piled up in a mess.

Inside the old table was a flimsy wooden bed.

At this moment, it made a squeaking sound, but in Chen Baolong's ears, there was only the sound of rapid breathing.

There were footsteps, and he jumped up and turned around like a frightened rabbit, only to meet a pair of scarlet eyes.

It's him!

His neighbor.

Chen Baolong lowered his head guiltily, his eyes naturally falling on the two bottles of wine and a bag of peanuts in the middle-aged man's hands, and then he turned his head in surprise to look into the window.

No.

He is here, who is in there?

"Okay, you bastard..." The middle-aged man grabbed Chen Baolong by the collar and was about to scold him, but when he heard the sound coming from the room, his body suddenly stiffened.

The next moment, he pushed Chen Baolong away viciously and walked around the back of the house towards the front door angrily.

After Chen Baolong stabilized his body, he took a few deep breaths and saw the middle-aged man bending down to pick up a stone. He seemed to see the bloody scene of her head being smashed and bleeding. He was shocked and hurriedly chased after him.

"Hey, uncle, don't be impulsive."

"Bitch!"

The middle-aged man kicked the door open and rushed in viciously.

"boom!"

As soon as Chen Baolong walked to the door, he saw him smash the stone on the head of the man on the bed.

His eyes widened in horror.

See, there's blood!

The man covered his wound and shrank into the corner in fear when he saw the blood.

The woman on the bed was not at all panicked. Instead, she smiled at Chen Baolong, then casually put on a slightly dirty men's coat, turned around, took out some money from under the dark pillow, and shook it in front of the middle-aged man.

"Why are you mad? I'm earning money to buy you some wine. Here, it's 7 dollars."

The middle-aged man couldn't believe it.

Then he flew into a rage: "Do I need you to make money like this? You're... you're cheating on me! You're cheating on me!"

He grabbed the woman's wrist and said hysterically: "You are mine, you are mine!"

Chen Baolong at the door quietly shrank his neck.

This uncle next door looks a little crazy.

The woman laughed.

"Really? But didn't you say from the beginning that I was fickle and that I loved the rich and hated the poor? That's just how I am."

She leaned close to the middle-aged man's ear and blew gently.

"You wrote it yourself, can you blame me?"

"Isn't this what you wanted me to do?"

The middle-aged man threw her to the ground, slapped her twice, and then tightly clamped his hands around her neck: "You bitch, bitch, you are all the same, all the same, I will kill you, kill you!"

The man who was covering his head beside him finally reacted and reached out to stop him: "What are you doing? Murder is against the law and you should be imprisoned and shot!"

"Go away!"

The middle-aged man kicked him away.

Seeing that he didn't stop him, Chen Baolong went into the house to pull the middle-aged man: "Uncle, uncle, calm down, don't be impulsive."

Unfortunately, his strength was not enough to shake the middle-aged man. He looked crazy: "Bitch, I'm going to kill you, kill you, die, die!"

He exerted force with both hands, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out.

The woman looked calm, not afraid at all, but smiling happily.

"Is this all you have?"

"No wonder... I still have to earn money to buy wine."

"You are poor, dirty, and ugly."

"I'm cheating on you, isn't that normal? Why are you so angry?"

Seeing the middle-aged man stunned, she raised her hand and gently pulled his tightly bound hand away: "Don't fool yourself, you can't kill me like this!"

She giggled and pulled down her coat. Chen Baolong turned his head away quickly, but soon he turned sideways to steal a few glances at her.

The woman's voice was very charming.

"Are you coming or not?"

Chen Baolong covered his face and hurried to the door.

I was still thinking about whether I should help close the door, but I heard the middle-aged man's roar from behind me: "Get out, get out!"

what?

Chen Baolong turned around in surprise, and saw the woman put on her coat again and got out of bed with a calm expression. She helped the man with a bruised head up and sneered, "As expected, only incompetent people would be so furious. I'm really leaving now."

As she supported the man and passed by Chen Baolong, she smiled at him.

"Hey kid, you're pretty good-looking. Do you have money? If you do, I'll sleep with you."

Chen Baolong's eyes lit up, and then he felt a hateful gaze.

He turned his head in horror and saw something approaching rapidly.

That is……

A bottle of wine!

Chen Baolong quickly turned his head and the glass bottle shattered and exploded on the wall.

He hurriedly squatted down with his head in his hands.

A shard of glass went straight into his forehead.

"Aaron!"

In the distance, Chen Yongchang shouted.

There was no pain. Chen Baolong, who was squatting with his head in his hands, slowly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, his body stiffened and he turned to look at Chen Yongchang in horror.

"dad?!"

Chen Yongchang hurriedly ran forward and pulled Chen Baolong up, only to see the middle-aged man walking over at some point, picking up the broken glass bottle on the ground and pointing it at them.

"It's all your fault. You seduced her. You're the ones who ruined her life. You all must die!"

"Fuck them all!"

He rushed forward angrily, and Chen Yongchang hurriedly protected his son.

Just as the glass bottle was about to hit Chen Yongchang's back, the middle-aged man was suddenly hit on the head with a club.

He looked at the person who did it in surprise.

Wang Haitao laughed dryly and hit him on the head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hit you hard enough, so I'm going to hit you a little harder!"

The middle-aged man blinked, his eyelids drooped, and he slowly fell down.

Wang Haitao walked forward to support him with disgust.

But his eyes glanced at the woman: "Pretty, really pretty!"

Then he was stunned.

"No, you...you are not human!"

He looked at Su Chen for help, and the latter nodded lightly.

The woman looked at Wang Haitao warily, then at Su Chen, and seemed to have noticed something. She let go of the man with a broken head and was about to run away.

However, after running only five steps, his body seemed to be caught in a net and he couldn't move.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Chen Yongchang was a little confused.

"No, not a human?" He asked Wang Haitao blankly, "Then... a ghost?"

Wang Haitao shook his head.

"No, the aura she carries is a bit like... a spirit."

"Right, Master Su?"

Su Chen didn't say a word.

He walked slowly into the room, his eyes falling on the messy manuscripts on the old table.

Looking at the ordinary manuscript, it was now glowing with a deep blue in his eyes, and there was a trace of murderous aura in the literary aura, which was closely connected to the fainted middle-aged man, and a very thin strand of it was wrapped around Chen Baolong.

Su Chen sighed softly: "What a pity."