Weird World of Immortality

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Fan and Yi Yimu walked in and quickly closed it again. According to Yi Yimu's suggestion, Zhou Fan asked his brother to stay outside the house.

The reason why most of the black tiles on the roof were missing, the clear light from the sky came in from the top, and the inner room was still like daytime, and everything was clearly visible.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on a straw mat, his face was pale, and his eyes were dull.

Zhou Fan silently looked at this middle-aged man, he frowned slightly, is it just the end of his middle-aged life? But he thought about his own situation, wouldn't it be worse? It is not too surprising that the middle-aged life is coming.

When Zhou Fan was a police officer, he saw prisoners who were dying. He could clearly feel that the man sitting on the straw mat was afraid.

Even if you already know the date of death, no matter how you prepare yourself mentally, when this moment really comes, few people can face death calmly.

This middle-aged man is no exception.

The middle-aged man looked up at Zhou Fan and the two, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

He said thank you, thank you for the money Yi Yimu gave, so that after his death, the family can make extra money out of thin air, just to let Zhou Fan and the two see how he died. To him, it was nothing at all.

"You're welcome." Yi Yimu sighed, "Is everything arranged at home?"

The middle-aged man said, "It has already been arranged."

The middle-aged man did not intend to speak any more. He closed his eyes and quietly waited for that moment to come.

"How do you know the exact time of death?" Zhou Fan frowned and asked in a low voice, he couldn't wait here for a day.

Zhou Yimu said softly, "The number of years of life is calculated based on the day and hour of birth. The hour of his birth is noon, and that thing should be coming soon."

Zhou Fan looked at the middle-aged man silently, without blinking his eyes, so as not to miss something.

The inside of the house is very quiet, and the outside is equally quiet, as if everyone outside had left.

This quiet and dull atmosphere lasted for half an hour.

The middle-aged man sitting on the straw mat suddenly trembled, and there was a bulge at the back of his neck.

Zhou Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and he moved slightly, trying to get closer to see more clearly.

It's just that Yi Yimu grabbed his arm and said solemnly, "Don't go there."

Zhou Fan stopped.

The middle-aged man's body was still trembling, and the bulge at the back of his neck made a 'puff' sound, and it sank, returning to its proper level, but there was a faint blue-black light escaping from there.

The blue-black light floated upward like a light smoke, the shape of the light changed, and it condensed into a strange creature.

It has black arms as thin as bamboo poles, five claws floating like hair, and a bow-shaped body the size of a palm. Only its green head grows like a round melon weighing 100 jin, which is surprisingly large.

Floating in the air, it just looked at the middle-aged man. The trembling middle-aged man's face became a little distorted. He didn't seem to know that there was a monster standing behind him.

It lowered its head and opened its mouth wide, and its thick lips pressed against the middle-aged man's forehead and the back of his head, as if to swallow the middle-aged man.

Or, feeling the approach of death, he couldn't help but let out a terribly miserable howl.

At the moment when the miserable howl sounded, the Shou Gui sucked, it sucked greedily, and a white light flowed into its mouth.

The middle-aged man's body became as thin as firewood, and all his blood, fat, human flesh, etc. were sucked away.

In the end, only a yellow skin as thin as a cicada's wings was attached to the human bone. The facial features on his face were blurred. His eyebrows, nose, and ears all drooped. His chest, abdomen, back collapsed, and the whole person was like being pulled down. Crumpled figure drawing.

The blue and black light of Shougui slowly drifted away and disappeared into the air.

Zhou Yimu's face was a little blue. When he was young, he saw a ghost that killed him once, and he didn't want to watch it again. Today, for his son, he watched it again, but he was still terrified. He was worried about looking at Zhou Fan. , He was afraid that Zhou Fan would not be able to bear such a scene.

But Zhou Fan was more calm than he thought, which made Yi Mu feel relieved.

Zhou Fan clenched his fists tightly and tried his best to endure it before he suppressed the fear in his heart.

He had seen many **** murder scenes before, but he had never seen anything more terrifying than this.

This is the longevity ghost that those who have reached the end of their lifespan will face. Zhou Fan felt as if his stomach had turned upside down. He suppressed the nausea and vomiting, and took a serious and deep look at the man still sitting on the straw mat. dead.

"Let's go." Zhou Fan didn't look any further, but turned around and pushed the door out.

The door was pushed open, and a group of people quietly surrounded the door. They looked at Zhou Fan with fear and inquiry.

"It's over." Zhou Fan said the answer.

People were stunned for a moment, then rushed into the house.

Zhou Fan walked out, and mourning cries soon came from the abandoned house behind him, which continued for a long time.

Zhou Fan walked silently, watching the Shou Ghost take his life, and his mood was a little depressed. After all, if he couldn't increase his lifespan, it would be his turn to face the most evil and evil Shou Ghost in four years.

When he was about to get home, UU was reading www. uukanshu. com Zhou Fan turned his head and glanced at Zhou Yimu and his brother who followed behind him. He felt a little warmth in his cold heart. He smiled and said, "Dad, I'm fine."

Even watching the Shou Ghost take his life won't knock him down.

Yi Yimu looked at his son, he felt that his son had matured a lot since the day he wore his hair, and he was not good at comforting people, he just said, "It's fine."

"Why didn't he commit suicide?" Zhou Fan suddenly asked. In his opinion, it would be better to commit suicide than to kill a ghost. At least suicide wouldn't be so ugly.

"Suicide..." Yi Yimu said silently, "There are also people who choose to commit suicide, but very few. They are not killed by the ghosts of life. If they deliberately seek death, their family will suffer bad luck, but I have never seen people who suffered bad luck because of this. After all, suicides are rare."

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows. He originally guessed that it was because he couldn't muster the courage to commit suicide. He didn't expect such a reason. Could it be a rumor?

But no matter what, a person who is near the end of his life, as long as he loves his family and descendants, will not dare to gamble on such a thing, and can only suffer silently from the death of a ghost. What a tragic world.

"Father..." Zhou Fan looked at Zhou Yimu and shouted.

Yi Yimu looked at Zhou Fan, wanting to hear what Zhou Fan had to say.

However, Zhou Fan shook his head and said, "It's alright, go ahead and do your work. I'm going to practice too. I'll figure out a solution for the Shougui thing later. Right now, it's the patrol team that's more important."

There was still a lot of work to do in Tianli, and Zhou Yimu quickly turned around and left.

Zhou Fan looked at Zhou Yimu's disappearing back. In fact, what he wanted to ask just now was if he really died at the death of a ghost, what would happen to the couple?

But such a question would be too cruel to a father who cared about him, Zhou Fan couldn't ask him.