The man in the suit looked in the direction of the fence of the community.

The situation of the community here is somewhat similar to that of the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, with several communities connected together, separated by a fence made of iron railings and a series of paths.

There is a green belt inside the wall, and some trees have been planted, and the trees have grown tall, or there are creepers, and the iron railings have been turned into vine walls.

Footsteps and wheezing came from behind the green belt.

The man in the suit had some yellow conjectures in his head, and those conjectures also burrowed into my mind.

I don't have that kind of thought.

At this moment, I still didn't feel the yin qi, but I knew that behind the green belt should be the ghost mentioned by the man in the suit.

The man in the suit just paused slightly, looked at it twice, and then hummed and continued to walk forward.

I stared at the green belt. Sure enough, before the man in the suit walked around the corner, a figure rushed out there.

The staggering man crossed trees, bushes, and iron railings and appeared directly on the road.

His hair was messy, as if he hadn't taken care of it in a long time. The clothes on his body are also a little casual, with a baggy short-sleeved shirt and crumpled trousers, which are not valuable goods at first glance. His eye bags were heavy, almost black, and the flesh on both cheeks was falling off his face.

This is the appearance of a down-and-out middle-aged man.

However, it is different from ordinary down-and-out middle-aged people. He was black skin peeking out under that baggy shirt. The black skin bulges and puffs out, like some kind of instrument, constantly expanding and contracting, and performing vigorous and regular movements.

When he turned around and was facing me, I could see what the hell that black was.

Those were his two lungs.

The black lobes of the lungs seemed to be draining thick water, and they were reflected in the shirt. As the middle-aged man breathes, the two lungs sometimes contract and sometimes expand.

In addition to the two lungs, the liver, spleen and kidneys of the middle-aged man are also printed on his shirt. It's just that these organs are smaller than the lungs, and he is slightly rickety, which also covers those organs.

The middle-aged man rushed out, and the sound of his breathing naturally echoed in the street.

The man in the suit stopped and looked back.

In this way, one person and one ghost look at each other.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and the man in the suit was also stunned.

"Hey, are you ......" the man in the suit blurted out, still staring at the middle-aged man, his gaze slowly moving to the middle-aged man's body.

The black lungs were so conspicuous that the words blurted out by the man in the suit were stuck in his throat.

The middle-aged man rushed towards the man in the suit and stretched out his hand to him.

"Ahh The man in the suit screamed, turned around and ran.

His fear was transmitted to my consciousness, but my attention was on the middle-aged man.

He's afraid! More frightened than the man in the suit!

And beneath the footsteps of the man in the suit, I heard another footstep.

The footsteps were unhurried, very leisurely and steady, but they were getting closer and closer.

I looked behind the middle-aged man.

I don't know when, a shadow appeared there.

In the sky, mist drifts and the moon disappears from time to time.

The shadow was like moonlight, but it could be clearly seen, it was close to the middle-aged man.

Just as the man in the suit ran to the corner, and after a turn, the shadow had already been attached to the feet of the middle-aged man. The shadow's hands stretched out and made a grasping motion. The running middle-aged man's eyes widened, and the look of fear on his face reached a kind of culmination.

The moonlight was obscured by clouds at this moment, and the street became dark, but the place where the middle-aged man was was darker than the surroundings.

I couldn't feel my heartbeat or breath at this moment, and I didn't feel the fear of the man in the suit anymore.

In the darkness, the middle-aged man's body slowly disappeared, as if swallowed by the darkness.

Suddenly, the darkness dispersed and the light came.

I found myself in a bright room.

The man in the suit was changing his shoes in the hallway, shuffling into the living room and throwing himself into the sofa. He sat for a while, wiped the sweat from his head, and took a big breath.

I don't think there's something quite right.

It's not that the dream jump makes me feel wrong, it's that there is something wrong with the man in the suit in front of me. He seems to be a little different.

The performance of the man in the suit is very ordinary. I took out my phone, clicked on it a few times, and started typing. His expression was quite rich, one moment grinning, the next glaring and panting. When he finished it and threw his phone on the sofa, he relaxed.

I looked at his phone.

He hadn't noticed it himself, but I could see it clearly from the sidelines. The phone fell from his hand, directly through his fingers, and landed on the sofa.

I'll look at the man in the suit again. He didn't know anything about it, he was still closing his eyes and recuperating, as if he was gradually falling asleep.

My head is a little cloudy.

What happened after Ye Qing killed that middle-aged man? Why did this man in a suit die?

As soon as the dream first started, I thought it was ...... I thought it was Ye Qing who did something...... Can ...... now

I was a little dazed, looking at the state of the man in the suit, it seemed to be similar to the Yi Huan I dreamed of before, and the Ye Xin that Qingye met. They have all become beings between ghosts and ordinary souls, and there is no way to reincarnate, nor have they completely become ghosts. However, compared with Ye Xin and Yi Huan, this man in a suit is a little different. He didn't seem to realize that he had ...... He's dead......

I stared at him for a long time, and he was literally asleep. Leaning his head on the couch, his body slowly tilted, rubbing against the couch and sliding down until his whole body collapsed on the couch.

At this moment, he seemed to be awakened, got up in a daze, and went to the bathroom.

I couldn't help but follow.

There is a mirror in the bathroom.

The man in the suit didn't look in the mirror at all, and his eyelids were drooping all the time.

I didn't see the reflection of the man in the suit in the mirror.

He had indeed become a ghost.

Coming out of the toilet, the man in the suit went to the bedroom.

His bedroom door was closed, twisted the doorknob, turned on the light, and the small room came into view.

Very ordinary room, home decoration and living room are the same, but they are not young people's style, but a little old-fashioned.

I was following the man in the suit when a door opened next to me.

"Sun Bin? You're back? A man about the same age as the man in the suit walked out, looking like he had just woken up, "What about people?" ”

"Hmm. I'm sorry. I'm ready to sleep. The man in the suit replied.

The man had gone to the bathroom, turned off the living room light, and stood at the door of the man in the suit's bedroom.

"Sun Bin?" He looked out onto the balcony.

The man in the suit was changing his pajamas and was taken aback when he saw this, "What are you doing?" ”

The man frowned, didn't look at the man in the suit, went to the balcony to look twice, then turned around in confusion and looked around. With some caution, he opened the closet door, glanced inside, and bent down to look under the table and bed.

"How? What about people? The man said, going back to his room.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The man in the suit chased after him.

The man was already holding his phone and making calls. Instead of listening to the phone, he turned on the speakerphone, took the phone and went to the bathroom and kitchen, making sure that there was no one in either room.

The man in the suit stared at the phone in the man's hand. The name shown on it is "Sun Bin". He looked at the couch, where his phone was located, but the screen was dim and there was no movement.

The man in the suit picked up the phone with some trembling, turned on the screen, and suddenly, a call prompt popped up on the screen.

The ringing of the cell phone echoed through the room, but the man did not respond at all.

The man in the suit swiped the screen and answered the phone.

"Hey, Sun Bin, have you ever been back?" The man's voice came from the side of the man in the suit and the receiver of the mobile phone, like stereo.

I heard the voice, and I felt the panic that swept through the heart of the man in the suit.

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is .. Mobile version reading URL: m.