Chapter 28 The Ghost of Longevity

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 the 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 the date of death is already known, no matter how mentally prepared, 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 given by Yi Yimu, so that after his death, the family can still make an extra sum of 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 didn't mean to speak any more, he closed his eyes and waited quietly for that moment to come.

"How to 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 a faint blue-black light escaped 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 strands of hair, and a bow-shaped body the size of a palm. Only its green head grows like a 100-pound round melon, which is surprisingly large.

Floating in the air, it looked at the middle-aged man like this. 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 one finger-thick lip stuck to the middle-aged man's forehead and the back of his head, as if to swallow the middle-aged man.

Or feeling the coming of death, he couldn't help but let out a terrifying scream.

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

The middle-aged man's body became as thin as firewood, and everything from his blood, fat, human flesh, and so on, was sucked out.

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 life-threatening ghost once, and he didn't want to see it again in the future. Today, for his son,

He looked at it again, but still felt 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 calmer than he thought, which made Yi Mu feel relieved.

Zhou Fan clenched his fists tightly and tried his best to hold back the fear in his heart.

He had seen many bloody murder scenes before, but he had never seen anything more horrific 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 answered.

People were stunned for a moment, and 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, his mood was a little depressed, after all, if he could not prolong his life, it would be his turn to face the most evil and evil Shou Ghost in four years.

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

Even watching Shou Gui's life won't knock him down.

Zhou Yimu looked at his son, he felt that his son had matured a lot since the day he started to tie 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 is better to commit suicide than to kill a ghost. At least suicide will not 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 ghost, and 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, too few suicides."

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 that there was such a reason. Could it be a rumor?

But no matter what, as long as a person who is near the end of his life loves his family and descendants, he will not dare to gamble on this kind of thing.

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

Zhou 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 think of a solution for the Shougui thing later. The patrol team is more important now."

There was still a lot of work to be done in the field, 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 is too cruel to a father who cares about him, and Zhou Fan can't ask it.