Chapter 333 Clothes Worn by the Dead

The old man is undoubtedly a living person, but why did he take out a wad of paper money from his pocket?

I began to look at the old man carefully.

The old man is in his early sixties, with silver hair, wrinkles on his face, and a look of exhaustion on his brows.

He is obviously an old man struggling with life.

My eyes suddenly noticed the clothes the old man was wearing.

The old man was wearing a black leather jacket, which was fashionable but full of wrinkles.

The leather jacket was normal, but the aura it gave off was very ominous.

Because I was keenly aware that this leather jacket was filled with a strong Yin energy.

Yin...could it be that this was a piece of clothing worn by a dead person?

The old man is still chattering.

"Why do you think my son is so careless? He left his cell phone behind. What should I do if I come to him for something?"

I looked at the old man, hesitated, and said, "Old man, look at the banknotes in your hand."

The old man looked at his hand with some confusion. It didn't matter. The old man threw the phone and the money out with a cry.

In an instant, blood-red paper money was flying all over the sky like heavy snow.

The old man pointed at the paper money that fell on the ground and shouted in horror: "What the hell is going on?!"

Everything in front of me, my first reaction was that the ghost baby was responsible.

However, until now, I have not seen the shadow of the ghost baby.

Just when I was wondering, I suddenly heard the sound of slight footsteps.

With a serious look on my face, I looked in the direction of the sound.

The footsteps sounded behind me.

The road behind him was pitch black without any light, just like a huge, dark, bottomless black hole.

The footsteps were dull and rhythmic at the same time, as if a robot was walking. The interval between each step and the landing time were surprisingly consistent.

The old man also heard the footsteps. He stepped forward and shouted: "Son! Is that you?"

The footsteps stopped suddenly in the darkness.

At this time, Xiaorui nervously took my hand, pointed at the darkness and said with some horror: "He...he is right there!"

I know who Xiaorui is referring to.

That must be a ghost baby!

My expression instantly became extremely nervous.

You must know that this ghost baby is the reincarnation of a ghost king and can command the existence of hundreds of ghosts.

Footsteps sounded again, and this time the sound seemed to be less than ten meters away in front of me.

The old man couldn't control his inner emotions. He picked up the flashlight on the tricycle and started walking into the darkness.

I quickly stopped it.

The old man looked at me with some confusion.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped suddenly again, and the whole world returned to dead silence again.

The sound of footsteps disappearing and appearing is simply too torturous.

My heart felt like I was on a roller coaster, reaching the top for a while and then suddenly falling down.

"Young man, that might be my son, let me go and see..."

Before the old man finished speaking, I interrupted him.

"Old man, you'd better stay here, something may have happened to your son."

As soon as these words came out, the old man's face froze, and his cloudy eyes were filled with a little anger.

"Impossible! My son is fine, how could something happen?"

I sighed helplessly, and was about to explain it to the old man, but the old man stretched out his hand, pointed at my back, and said, "Look! Isn't my son right behind you?"