After this sound, Ye Feibai was also stunned. This sound hit the soul, like a huge truck whistling in your ear, making Ye Feibai dizzy.

But Bengmiao seemed to have no feeling, and only saw Ye Feibai staggering and almost fell to the ground.

"You won't have a stroke, right?" Buman was a little confused.

"Your sister, come here, I feel that this door is targeted by me." Ye Feibai gave up a seat, hid far away, and went to the intersection to see if the shadows were chasing.

The shadows stopped outside the heavy resentment, staring with red eyes and watching inside, none of them dared to step beyond the line.

But Ye Feibai was not so stupid that he was still provoking them. He quickly wrote down this clever idea: "The first article of ghost hunting manual, don't provoke ghosts, even if it looks harmless."

As for the detailed explanation, let’s talk about it when I go back. Once this book is released, Ye Feibai’s premonition will definitely be a big hit.

"Hey, you are opening the door. Why are you standing? Are you preparing to greet New Year?" Ye Feibai finished recording this wonderful idea, but found that Bang Mie was still standing there.

"What if the door is a terrible thing, you can see that you are scared like that." Buman hesitated.

Beng Mie resisted the rebuttal and turned on the deception mode: "I was attacked by a ghost. You should open your door with your eyes wide open and see clearly, but don't be as careless as me."

"Yes, is that? OK, I'm not a fool like you." Buendi really believed it, slowly put his hands on it and gently opened a crack in the door.

The friction between the rotten wood is sharp and terrifying, and the squeaking sound is very harsh.

Bumi was really staring at the crack in the door and trying his best to observe the things inside. Ye Feibai was already smiling and was about to see Bumi being frightened.

"Nothing?" Bengmi opened the door: "It's so dark inside, nothing can be seen."

Ye Feibai's chin was shocked: "Treat it differently, I'm damn, this ghost must be a little pervert." But of course he couldn't talk to the outside world, so he could only smile and replied: "It seems that he was scared away by my handsomeness just now."

"Tsk, stupid ※." Buman Mieke couldn't stand Ye Feibai's narcissistic look and walked into the room alone.

Ye Feibai followed and took out a few small notebooks and recorded them: "The second rule of ghost hunting is to never try to figure out what the ghost is thinking. It will never play according to common sense."

As soon as he stepped into the door, Ye Feibai was invaded by the deep cold. It was not the coldness of the atmosphere, but the real coldness, just like walking into a large freezer, the light of the flashlight was filled with cold air.

There were rags all around, burned by fire, and now they were all covered with thick frost.

"Is this a freezer?" Ye Feibai's body was shaking and his words were intermittent.

"Why were all the themes of fire before, but now they have become completely opposite ice?" Bumi turned around and looked at Ye Feibai with confusion.

Ye Feibai was also happy: "How did I know that he is not my son."

"Tsk, I thought you had a solution to everything." Buman shook his head and looked disappointed.

"Don't you think this is wrong." If you don't want to get too much, Ye Feibai could only whisper in a low voice and then start looking for clues.

"This wall, suck~" Ye Feibai approached and sniffed it gently: "There have been wallpapered, but why doesn't the other side have this smell?" The wall on this side is relatively empty, and there is no unnecessary furniture or anything. The area covered by the cabinet on the other side has no smell of paper ash.

"There are only two functions of wallpaper, either beautiful or used to cover something." Ye Feibai said while placing off the ashed wallpaper. As soon as he touched it, the wall began to fall large areas, revealing the colorful lines inside.

"What is this?" Ye Feibai was a little confused about the existence of these lines, but after touching more and more walls, the secret of the green lines emerged.

"Is this a secondary painting?" Bang Mie was far away, and he could see the whole picture of the painting clearly. Like a primary school student, he painted a little man, with a bottle underneath and a messy ball of thread, with a crimson color.

"What does this mean?" Bang Mie pointed to a bunch of lines.

Ye Feibai frowned and began to speculate: "I think he should want to express that this is fire?"

"Fire?" collapsed and looked at it left and right, and it became more and more like it.

"What does this ball of fire mean? Is it a cult?" Ye Feibai wanted to see clearly and then buckled it on the edge twice, but unexpectedly, a large piece fell down, revealing an adjacent painting.

Both of them were shocked when they saw this painting. This time the child was still the same child, but the flames had already floated on his face. He was running desperately, with some shadows next to him staring at red eyes, grinning with big mouths, and drawing a terrifying laugh symbol with bright red strokes.

"This, is this the child? Ghost child?" Bengmi saw this painting and the shadow of chasing them, and it seemed that everything could explain it.

Ye Feibai was full of doubts, and he could not fully explain: "He was burned to death by someone and then turned into a ghost? Where did his obsession with his mother come from? Why did his mother become the murderer again?" Ye Feibai had an intuition that the murderer was not told to him, but probably the female ghost who had seized the door before.

After reading the weird murals, Ye Feibai turned his attention to the table next to him, which was filled with various melted bottles and jars. A half-destroyed photo frame was hanging half a photo. It was hard to see that the human face had a delicate short hair and facial features were burned and blurred.

"This hair..." Ye Feibai suddenly heard the ID of the female ghost who was left here. He picked it up and compared it, and it turned out to be a bit similar: "Is this his mother?"

"Look, there is a newspaper on the wall." Bangmo shouted in the corner.

"Newspaper?" Ye Feibai went over and saw that there was a newspaper hanging on the wall, but it was not completely burned because of the glass.

"It looks like it's framed. It's either a very important thing to frame a newspaper on the wall or like a certificate, to commemorate something."

Sure enough, after Ye Feibai carefully studied the remaining text, he made a discovery. This is an article praising the city leaders. What is important is that Ye Feibai discovered the name Lan Ru many times and appeared in it.

"This Lan Ru is actually an official?!" Ye Feibai was also shocked. An official would be the murderer, which shocked Ye Feibai. However, everything cannot be concluded. The anxiety and words of going out from the female ghost should not be superficial.

"What's wrong with you?" Bumi saw Ye Feibai fell into deep thought again, thinking that there was a good idea.

"It's okay, let's continue in." Ye Feibai did not make a conclusion. If he could revive and relieve his resentment, it would be better.

There is still the last door left, rotten and heavy.

The two of them were careful and did not dare to move rashly. There seemed to be a huge creature behind the door, with heavy movements and waves of wailing, and the two of them were standing upright.

A "click" sound of cracking the door crack.
Chapter completed!