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Squeaking, the window opened as soon as it was pushed, and the unpleasant smell of decay hit my face.

It's not locked!

I was extremely surprised. Looking at the dark kitchen, I hesitated.

After the last time, the old man should have been wary and locked the window, but now the window still opens as soon as he pushes it. Is it a trap?

But then I thought about it, the old man's injury was the best opportunity for me to fight back. If I miss this time and wait for the old man to recover, my chances of winning may be even smaller.

Without further hesitation, I grabbed the sticky window frame and crawled into the kitchen.

As soon as my feet landed on the ground, I turned on my large black phone and held a sharp Swiss knife in my other hand.

The cold white light swept across the dirty kitchen. There was nothing scary in the picture on the screen. I held the Swiss knife and walked forward cautiously.

When I escaped last time, I saw a skeleton wrapped in clothes in the kitchen, so I was extra careful.

But when I walked to the last place, I saw that there was only an empty rocking chair.

The old man must have hidden the skeleton.

There was nothing unusual in the kitchen. The large steamers were placed quietly in the large pots, and there was no nauseating smell of meat.

Outside the kitchen is the eerie and dark first floor.

Empty, quiet, lifeless.

I walked out slowly.

The old man was nowhere to be found at the counter or restaurant, but a small amount of blood was found on the ground, extending from the gate to a small room on the first floor.

The door is not locked!

What the hell is this old man doing? You can't be so careless!

After thinking about it, no one dared to come here in the middle of the night, so I simply opened the door wide to facilitate my retreat in case of danger.

The hut with the bloodstains extending was locked from the outside.

The old man shouldn't be inside, maybe he's waiting for me on the second floor.

The decaying stairs made a creaking sound. I held the Swiss knife tightly and cautiously went upstairs under the illumination of my black large-screen mobile phone.

The narrow and gloomy corridor was lined with closed doors on both sides, like a single black eye, looking at me indifferently.

The second floor is even quieter. Although I have tried my best to step lightly, the sound of my movement is still very clear here.

Only the door of Room 4 was open. I came to the door and shined the light of my mobile phone in first.

There was nothing scary in the gloomy screen, and there was no figure of the old man. Only the remaining knife marks on the pale wall were still shocking.

Something doesn't feel right.

You've been here for so long, why hasn't the old man taken action yet?

Too seriously injured and powerless?

Or is it that he has simply run away? !

My instinct is more towards the latter.

In order to verify this guess, I hurried downstairs and found the key to the second floor room behind the counter.

Opening all the doors, every room remained as it was, and of course there was no trace of the old man.

Now, the only place I haven't looked for is the locked cabin on the first floor.

I took out the tools I had prepared in advance and opened the lock smoothly. Then I held the Swiss knife tightly and pushed open the door.

There was a strange smell in the small and simple room. A bed, a table, and an old cabinet were all the furniture.

The old man is indeed not here. I am 90% sure that he has run away.

When I walked into the hut, I opened the cabinet. It was full of old clothes, both for men and women. All the daily necessities in this house are for two people, but I have never seen his old woman.

Wait, is that the skeleton?

Treating the skeleton like a living person, the old man is really perverted!

I feel so cold all over that I don’t want to stay any longer even if the old man is not here.

When I turned around, I saw something strange on the wall behind the door.

I got closer and pushed the door open, revealing a strange painting on the mottled wall.

The paper was yellowed, the corners were warped, and in some places it was even stuck to the wall. I don’t know how long it had been there.

The content in the painting is extremely weird.

Painted with ink and wash, there are only a few strokes, but it is lifelike.

A bald beauty, who could not be identified as male or female, stood barefoot on the turtle shell, with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips, her clothes fluttering like a giant dragon.

He has an unparalleled grace and kind eyes, and his charm has the meaning of gods and Buddhas saving all sentient beings. However, there is a ferocious python wrapped around him, and it is impossible to tell whether it is good or evil.

Gods are not like gods, and Buddhas are not like Buddhas.

After staring at the painting for a while, I didn't figure out what kind of portrait it was. I took a few photos with my phone and left the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop.

The remaining three days were very peaceful. I had a chance to breathe and be in the best condition for the second live broadcast.

During the day, I opened the door to do business as usual, and at night I practiced the technique of observing Qi with my eyes crossed in bed.

Time flew by.

Three days later, at midnight, the large black screen mobile phone lit up.

The ferocious bloody words appeared on the screen.

"The more difficult choice than life or death is deciding who to trust! Stay or leave, what will you choose?"

"Welcome back to the Ghost Story Live Room!"

"Live broadcast location: Coffin Shop No. 44, Longfu Town, eastern suburbs."

"Live broadcast mission: Enter Coffin Shop No. 44 within 24 hours and survive from midnight to dawn."

"Task rewards:, one ambergris fruit, "Jade Girl Meditation Mantra", three random talismans and seals, choose one from the three."