Ding Yiyi's heart tightened, "Yes, but didn't you say it was an illusion?"

"Maybe it's not an illusion." Du Pu's tone became serious, "Because I live in this room, and I also saw it. Those hands were in the carved wall. I saw them when I was going to sleep."

Ding Yiyi's body trembled, and the subtle feeling of encountering the same thing as Du Puyan made her feel more confident in him. She said: "Yes, I always thought it was my own problem, but it seems not."

"Would you like to come here again? I need help. No one believes what I say now." Du Puyan looked a little anxious.

Ding Yiyi thought that the other party's blind wife's bracelet was still in her hand, and that the other party seemed to be in a bad mental state, so she nodded, "Okay, wait, I'll go over now."

After hanging up the phone, Du Puyan smiled and turned his gaze to the wall, his eyes dark and unclear.

There was a knock on the door three times. He calmed down and walked to the door in a few steps and opened it. Outside the door stood the host wearing a white Tai Chi suit.

The host's eyes were like a weasel. He glanced at the furnishings in the room calmly and said meaningfully: "What are you doing?"

"What else can I do here? I can only look at the Bodhisattva." Du Puyan smiled, with a hint of ruthlessness in his expression, "President, it's better to go to bed quickly."

The host's eyes twitched and he looked at him for a while before turning and leaving.

Watching his back disappear into the corridor, Du Puyan turned around and returned to the room. He walked to the carved wall, touched the ridges on the wall with his hands, and murmured in a low voice: "It's so beautiful."

There were footsteps at the door again. He opened the door again impatiently and looked at the host who was returning, "What do you want to do?"

"I said, I won't offend anyone unless they offend me." A cold voice sounded, and Ye Nianmo walked out from the host and looked at him intently.

Du Puyan's expression changed, and then he coughed in a disguised manner, "Isn't this Mr. Ye? Why are you here in such a cold place?"

Ye Nianmo was not afraid of the two of them. He walked directly in and sat on the only chair. He said calmly: "You have been taking medicine for schizophrenia in the mental hospital since last year. Who are you giving these to?"

Du Puyan's face turned cold, "I ate it myself. Why, does President Ye have to take care of this?"

Ye Nianmo glanced at the two of them, smiled, and finally fell on the host, "Do you want me to say it myself or you guys?"

The host was already a little scared. Although Du Puyan kept winking at him, he still muttered: "This is none of my business, it's his idea."

"That's enough. Don't blame me for being rude if you keep asking." Du Puyan said gloomily.

Ye Nianmo stood up, walked to the carved wall, touched the carved lines with his hands, and then knocked on it, his expression became clear.

"Get out of there." Du Puyan said coldly behind him, holding an ax in his hand with a terrifying expression.

Ye Nianmo shook his head with an indifferent expression, then turned around and kicked the wall violently. There was a roaring sound on the wall, and soon a huge hole was broken in the corner.

A hand stretched out. The hand was extremely pale, and the blue blood on the hand was clearly visible. The wrist moved, and a faint voice came out.

The voice spoke unconscious words, laughing and crying at times. The voice sounded very strange, and it looked like it was already confused.
Chapter completed!