I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

There seems to be no day in the Hongguang Homeland, and it has been shrouded in darkness.

But that dark night is somewhat different from the outside world.

There were actually two full moons hanging in the sky.

Yang Shou stared, always felt that the two moons were like two huge eyeballs, staring straight at him.

"Why are there two moons?"

He muttered to himself, he couldn't figure it out.

Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, he looked at the surrounding situation.

The community covers a large area. In addition to residential buildings, there are parks, community supermarkets, community clinics, beauty salons, gymnasiums and other supporting facilities.

Benefits are pretty good.

Yang Shou kind of likes it here.

Especially the weirdness wandering around, and the prying eyes projected from every corner.

Make him feel at home.

This is what Ping An District looks like.

The fly in the ointment is that the spooky looks unfriendly here.

But you can't blame them either.

After all, Yang Shou had just sent away the reception lady of the real estate center, and threw a living person into the lawn.

"I feel like everyone misunderstood me."

Yang Shou became serious, threw the long and narrow iron box into the trash can, and directly took the ribs in his hand.

This thing is thirty centimeters long and slightly curved.

Overall, it's almost like a stick.

He tried to wave it twice, and it was very windy.

Quite smoothly.

As the corpse of a fierce god, it is very deterrent no matter it is facing strangeness or living people.

Sure enough, after doing this, the prying eyes immediately decreased.

It seems that everyone has become a lot more friendly.

It's just that Yang Shou wants to find a kind friend and confirm the situation in the community.

Every resident ran as fast as he saw him.

"Forget it, let's find it slowly."

Yang Shou gave up and wandered along the sidewalk with a rib in his hand.

There was something about the neighborhood that attracted him.

But the location cannot be determined.

This is a bit of a hassle.

It can only be transformed into a human radar and sense patiently.

Fortunately, after passing a few residential buildings, the attractive atmosphere suddenly strengthened.

Yang Shou stopped and looked at Lou Dong beside him.

"What I'm looking for seems to be here."

"This building is a little different."

"Could it be that the weirdness living here is stronger?"

Strolling up the steps, I saw a notice posted on the side wall of the door opening.

[Non-residents of this building are forbidden to enter]

[Otherwise it is considered a provocation to the residents of this building]

[This building can counterattack reasonably and kill]

【This notice is justified by the property center】

"There are no such notices in other buildings."

"There's something wrong with this building."

Sensing the growing attraction, Yang Shou narrowed his eyes and walked into the entrance hall.

The air is filled with the smell of decay, faintly, and there is also a corpse-like stench.

It was as if many corpses were being piled up in the hall.

But this is just an illusion.

At least Yang Shou didn't see anything.

The entire foyer was empty.

The surrounding walls are white and clean.

Marble floors are like glass.

Walking on it, you can see your own distorted phantom.

The building has a total of twenty-eight floors and is equipped with an elevator.

After pausing at the elevator entrance, Yang Shou chose to open the fire doors of the stairs, preparing to walk up one level at a time.

He didn't want to take the elevator in a place like this.

If it rises to mid-air, it will drop rapidly.

It must have been exciting.

The fire doors are tight.

After Yang Shou went in, he let go, and the whole door slammed on the door frame, making a loud noise.

The sound passed through the round and round stairs, rippling in the dark corridor.

"A little careless."

Do a self-criticism silently and step up the steps.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

In the quiet corridor, the sound of footsteps on the steps was particularly loud.

Yang Shou didn't care, and went up the stairs, feeling more and more intense attraction.

second floor.

three floors.

four floors.

When they reached the fifth floor, there was another sound of opening and closing the door.

Someone entered the corridor from the first floor.

Yang Shou looked down through the gap in the turning of the stairs, but he didn't see anyone.

"This guy is not squatting on the first floor, ready to ambush me?"

He had no plans to go downstairs for the time being, so he looked back indifferently and continued to go upstairs.

It stands to reason that there are many users living in this building.

The movement of Yang Shou opening and closing the door was also very loud.

But except for the movement on the first floor just now.

The rest of the floors were deadly silent, not even the slightest sound of the wind could be heard.

In this case, the sound of footsteps going upstairs became more and more clear.

Snapped.

Snapped.

slap.

slap.

Um?

Obviously stepped on the stairs, but there were two footsteps.

And the second sound was very close, as if the owner of the footsteps could rush up from behind at any time.

Yang Shou turned his head and stared at the darkness behind him.

nothing.

"interesting."

Yang Shou turned back and continued to go upstairs.

It was normal at first.

Only his footsteps.

After going up two more floors, the second footsteps sounded again, and even closer.

As if turning his head, he could see the face behind him close at hand.

Yang Shou sneered and turned around abruptly.

Still no one saw it.

However, on the two or three steps behind, there are two black footprints.

"It's you chasing me, right?"

With a slight smile, Yang Shou clenched the fierce ribs in his hand.