Chapter 734 Extinguished

I still remember those barrages sent by Truman in the live broadcast room. This hypnosis master gave a lot of evidence that can prove the existence of reincarnation.

The little boy and Jun were seventy years apart. If it weren't for the old lady who acted as a link of memory, there would be no way to see the connection between them.

I touched my chin and frowned.

If what the old man said is true, then the little boy on the sixth floor should be the reincarnation of Junsheng, and the vague short shadow in front of him is one of Junsheng's three souls and seven souls, a spiritual soul that contains wisdom and emotion.

This place is close to the animal path, and there is a gap in reincarnation. This soul did not enter reincarnation, but escaped.

It’s incredible to think about it. In his previous life, Ipo escaped from reincarnation with emotions that he didn’t want to abandon, and met the person who had been waiting for him in the place with the deepest memory. And in this life, he also found this place for various reasons.

It is really difficult to explain clearly the cause and effect of everything in the world.

The short black shadow's memory was incomplete, perhaps because he had given up too many things after escaping from reincarnation, so he just instinctively got close to the old man.

I looked at the old man and the young man sitting in front of me, and I couldn't bear to speak.

The old man and Junsheng are both pitiful people, and the little boy on the sixth floor is a completely innocent victim. Junsheng's soul escaped from reincarnation with emotions, and the remaining three souls and six souls formed an incomplete Boy, tragedy keeps happening again.

If Junsheng's spiritual wisdom returns to the little boy's body, will he no longer be stupid? Will he become a normal child from now on?

Of course, this thought just passed through my mind. I would definitely not say such a thing in front of the old man.

Because no one can guarantee whether Jun Sheng's memory will be preserved after Linghui Po returns. Maybe the little boy's rebirth will herald Jun Sheng's complete annihilation.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit depressing. The old man looked at the embroidered ball blankly, stood up and put it in the bamboo basket, picked up the brocade handkerchief and needle and thread again, and continued the unfinished work just now.

Looking at each other in silence, the short black figure stood silently behind the old man, just watching quietly.

The old man still had a lot of things to say about the Red Mansion that he didn't explain clearly. The short black figure might also be hiding the fragments of the reincarnation mirror that the underworld show asked me to find. All the clues pointed to them, but I was not prepared to ask any more questions.

Seventy years is almost a lifetime for many people. It is not easy for them to meet at the end.

"Looking for the fragments of the Mirror of Reincarnation is an optional task. Even if you don't do it, I will stay with the old man until dawn. After the main task of the live broadcast is completed, I will go door to door to find the anchor who lives in the pig cage apartment. Maybe after dawn. The obsession will be suppressed and my safety will be guaranteed.”

After I figured it out, I felt relieved: "Grandma, I'm going to stay outside. Don't worry, I'll leave until dawn."

"Go ahead, don't forget the three things I told you." The old man nodded: "I have rescued people who accidentally entered the red building before. As long as you do what I say, you will be safe."

"Thank you." I cupped my hands, thinking back to what grandma had told me before - don't touch the iron chain on the door, don't get close to the window with red paper, and don't let the red candles in the house go out.

Grandma didn't tell me the specific reason, and I didn't bother to ask. It's reasonable. Based on my experience of more than a dozen live broadcasts, it's best not to touch things that the elderly are not allowed to do.

Lying on the wooden sofa outside the house, I took out my show phone. When I was talking to the old man just now, my phone had been in my trouser pocket. The screen had been black for so long, and I guess I lost a lot of popularity.

After scanning the barrage, I found that Socratic Paradox and Hypnosis Master were still flooding the screen. Top people in the industry like them are really quite stubborn. Maybe this is one of the reasons why they can become the top.

I lost interest and was about to throw my phone aside when a brief barrage flashed past among the comments, like an inconspicuous wave on the sea.

"It seems to be from Jiang Fei..." I didn't take a closer look, but I felt a little emotional in my heart. Because of the live broadcast of the underworld show, many people around me and I have changed.

"What kind of existence is the show?"

The coat was left in Zhang Shuxue's room. I rubbed my hands and looked at the flames dancing on the candlestick. It seemed that the faint firelight could bring me warmth.

Slowly closing my eyes, I fled all the way from Jiangcheng to Jinghai, running for my life. If my mind had not been opened and my physical strength had not doubled, I would have been unable to bear it.

"It will be better after you sleep for a while. It will take a long time before the light comes on." I just fixed the phone on the table, and only a few seconds later, the flame on the candlestick suddenly started to beat violently!

It was like there was wind blowing in the house, I propped myself up: "The doors and windows are closed, where is the wind coming from?"

The flames jumped, which made me a little panicked. The old lady had just told me not to let the candle go out.

I found a box of matches from under the wooden table and kept my eyes on the flame, hoping to relight it as soon as it went out.

Strange things happened one after another, the flame on the red candle swayed and danced, and after a while, the iron chain holding the lock behind the wooden door began to shake inexplicably.

The amplitude is small, but I can see it clearly.

The wooden door didn't move at all, but the chain made a sound on its own, as if an invisible hand was passing through the door trying to remove it.

"What's going on?" I picked up the show phone and walked towards the door. Just halfway through, I happened to see the old lady coming out of the back room holding a quilt.

"It's cold, you are wearing too thin clothes, you cover this." She looked in the direction of the wooden sofa, but she didn't know that I had already walked to the door.

"Grandma, thank you." I took the quilt and said smoothly: "Have you heard the iron chain on the door ringing? Is this a common thing in red buildings?"

The old man shook his head and was about to say something when the flame on the candlestick jumped a few times and suddenly went out.

The room fell into darkness, and my mind went blank for probably a few tenths of a second before I decisively threw down the quilt and came to the table.

Use your discerning eye to see where the candlestick is and then take out the match.

Crack!

The imagined fire did not appear. This box of matches had been left in the house for too long and had become severely damp. Most of the red phosphorus on the side of the box had also fallen off.

I didn't give up and tried one after another. Cold sweat slowly climbed up my forehead.

When I tried the fifth one, the iron door outside the house seemed to be hit hard by something, making a loud "bang" sound.

The sound was very clear in the red building and could be heard clearly in the entire corridor.

My face turned gloomy, and it was unlikely that the voice came from obsession.

"There's someone outside the door!"

After fighting with the Double-Faced Buddha for so long, I can see through these plots at a glance. Unfortunately, the other person is hiding in the dark. He knows my whereabouts, but I don't know his true identity.

After the loud noise was heard, the old woman's expression changed, her wrinkles squeezed together, and she turned to look at the door: "Who is outside?"

No one responded, and the strange sound gradually came from the corridor again, mixed with the sound of tiny footsteps.

The sound came from far to near, as if coming down from upstairs.

Something was wrong. The short black figure was holding his hydrangea and huddled behind the old man. I was paying attention to the door and wanted to light a candle.

"The cigarettes and lighter are all in my coat, otherwise it wouldn't be such a troublesome thing! The noise outside the door must be caused by someone, but who would be so vicious? Not even sparing an old man?"

The more anxious I felt, the less I could draw any fire. There were matchsticks all over the floor. I listened to the movement outside the door. About ten seconds later, someone opened the iron door outside.

The sound of the door shaft slowly turning was like a thin wire rope, slowly tightening my heart.

"Bang!"

Without warning, there was another sudden loud noise, and something unknown outside hit the wooden door.

It has been too long, the red paint has peeled off in pieces, and sawdust is flying around the door lock. It is estimated that it will not last much longer.

Not long after the second loud noise, the wooden door was hit again. No one knew what was standing outside the door, and they could only watch as the door lock kept loosening.

"Grandma, you go to the back room first! That thing outside is probably coming for me. You take the little guy and hide in the bedroom and don't come out!"

My voice was anxious, and my fingers mechanically repeated the action of striking a match.

"They are not looking for you. A similar situation happened when Junsheng came to my place before. It seems that the two worlds cannot intersect." The old man's voice was low, and she stood at the door, like an ancient tree that had stood for half a life. , firmly protecting the short black shadow behind him.

"Them?" Things may be more complicated than I thought, but one thing cannot be denied. A large part of the reason for such a problem tonight is my fault, and there must be someone behind the scenes who is adding fuel to the fire.

My finger slid down, and I didn't even react. A faint light emitted from my fingertips.

"It's lit!" I carefully held the flame and was about to light the candle. The old wooden door finally couldn't withstand the impact. The door lock popped out and was knocked open!

A cold wind poured into the room, and the match in my hand was blown out before it even got close to the candle.

My hands and feet were cold, and I turned around stiffly.

The judge glanced across the dark corridor and saw two charred heads poking into the room.

"Obsession!"

What's even more terrifying is what's behind. The cracked wall has been rubbed away, and a fat figure with a swaying belly of more than one meter in diameter is leaning against the railing. Mung bean-sized eyes are greedily scanning the room, as if looking for food.

Its skin is almost transparent, like a balloon filled with water. Under the gaze of the judge, you can clearly see his internal organs and blood vessels and meridians. It feels as if his organs are growing outside the body and hanging on the surface of the body. .

"This is another obsession of Zhu Lihua's." I breathed in cold air and clenched my hands into fists. I couldn't hide anymore.

The obsessions outside the house first looked at me, and then their greedy eyes focused on the short black figure behind the old man.

The blackened fingers grabbed the door frame. After a pause of about half a second, they seemed to have received some order and rushed into the house!