This place is very empty. Apart from this three-story old building, it is a desolate open space. The sound of shovels digging soil is particularly abrupt.

He just dug a small pit under the tree, took out the jar from his pocket, untied the red cloth on it, spread it in the pit, and then opened the lid of the jar...

A foul smell suddenly came out. Li Qiang was squatting aside, watching carefully, completely unprepared. The smell instantly poured into his nostrils. Li Qiang couldn't help it, turned his head and retched twice.

When Li Qiang calmed down, wiped the saliva from his mouth, and looked back, Mr. Bai had already buried the jar in the pit, leaving only the foul-smelling mouth of the jar exposed.

He stood up, hung one end of the iron chain on the branch in front of him, and the other end hung just above the mouth of the jar. Then he pulled Li Qiang and retreated into the house, closing the iron door smoothly, leaving only a gap.

, put his finger to his mouth, signaling Li Qiang to be silent.

Just now, he had a stern look on his face, but now he has returned to his original look of arrogance.

Li Qiang slowly squatted down and looked out through the crack in the door.

After a while, the sun completely set, and it gradually became dark outside, but everything was still as calm as before, without any change. Li Qiang couldn't help but asked in a low voice:

"Why is there no movement? Is the kid not coming?"

Mr. Bai responded in a low voice;

"Don't worry, be patient. This jar is where the little ghost lives. Fatty Qin put a red bag around Xiaomiao because he wanted to return to this jar, so Li Qiang concluded that Fatty Qin was going to take him with him these two days.

Do something big. Li Qiang should be like this..."

"Why is this? There was a fire here and many people were burned to death, but what does it have to do with Fatty Qin?"

Li Qiang was still puzzled. But as soon as he said the words, he immediately remembered something. Fatty Qin had contracted demolition before, and it was through this that he earned his first pot of gold. Could it be that the demolition of this building was his job? So what happened back then?

Turn on the fire...

Thinking of this, Li Qiang couldn't help but trembled. Did he set the fire?

He did a lot of bad things, and more than one or two people died because of him, but what he burned to death were dozens of living lives. How could he do such an evil thing?

Li Qiang's hair stood on end, and he suddenly felt that this Fatty Qin was the real devil. If this was true, all logic would be correct in Lushun.

He set fire, burned people to death, and was haunted by the ghosts of wrongdoers. He had no choice but to raise ghosts to fight fire with fire...

Li Qiang’s God, it’s terrifying to think about it...

If Fatty Qin really did this, then he is simply guilty. When I first met this kid, he always had a smile on his face and looked kind-hearted in his clothes. I couldn't tell that he was such an unscrupulous and ruthless person.

of devil.

Li Qiang's heart was beating with excitement, and cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck. Although he had seen a lot of things like life and death since he was seven years old, including many who died unjustly, but people like Qin

Fatty's evil deed of burning dozens of people to death at once was an experience. Li Qiang couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, anger, fear? Maybe he also felt pity for those who were burned to death.

Li Qiang believed that they were desperate when facing the fire. The door was locked and they had no way to escape. They could only crowd at the door or be trapped in the water room, slowly being torn apart by the raging fire.

Every inch of skin, every muscle, every bone on the body.

What a pain this is...

Li Qiang's heart was filled with ups and downs. But Mr. Bai kept staring outside through the crack in the door.

He turned to look at Li Qiang, stretched out his hand to pull Li Qiang, and whispered:

"What are you thinking about? Look quickly, the kid is coming, and Li Qiang can't see..."

Li Qiang stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and quickly squatted down.

After a while, there was a faint sound of a car outside. The sound was getting closer and closer, and it became clearer and clearer. Two white car lights shone unsteadily, and the shadow of the old locust tree was reflected in the light.

Swinging back and forth.

Soon, a dark green car parked in the open space in front of the building. Several people jumped out of the car and opened the back door of the car.

A fat guy walked out of the back door. Although the bright car lights made other places darker, Li Qiang recognized him immediately. This was Fatty Qin.

It seems that Mr. Bai's prediction was indeed correct, he really came.

Seeing him, the fire in Li Qiang's heart was once again stoked. He stood up with a sigh and was about to rush out to argue with him.

Mr. Bai grabbed Li Qiang, glared at Li Qiang, and signaled Li Qiang not to be impulsive.

Fatty Qin turned around and personally helped someone out of the car.

This person was very short and quite thin. She was wearing a dark robe, and a large hood covered her entire head, so her appearance could not be seen.

Her body was stooped, and she was holding a curved stick in her hand. She walked unsteadily, as if a gust of wind could cause her to fall.

Looking at Fatty Qin's respectful look, it seemed that this might be another kind of immortal he had invited.

The man walked staggeringly to the door of the building. There was only an iron gate between him and Li Qiang.

Li Qiang held his breath, fearing that he would hear any movement. He just looked at her helplessly and took out a red cloth bag from his arms.

The cloth bag was as big as a plum. He unfolded it carefully, and inside was a gray-white thing that looked like a bone. She spread the red cloth on the ground, put the bone-like thing on the red cloth, and pulled it from her arms.

Taking out a yellow paper charm, Fatty Qin behind him quickly took out a lighter and handed it over.

The old woman clicked and lit the paper charm with a lighter. The orange flame rose up, but soon extinguished and turned into a ball of ashes. The ashes fluttered and fell, like the piece of white bone.

With a slurp, the bones seeped in. The bones turned from white to ashes-like black, and then a wisp of black smoke came out.

The smoke was floating in wisps, slowly rising into the air, and then entangled in the air.

It quickly fell down again, landed on the ground, circled twice, and finally turned into the shape of a child.

Yes, this was the kid who personally raped and killed Li Zongfei that day in the cell of the police station.

Li Qiang held his breath and watched carefully with his eyes widened. The child's figure gradually became more real.

He walked unsteadily, but still walked toward the door of the building with a faltering step.

Fatty Qin stood aside with a nervous look on his face, but his eyes were empty and unfocused. It was obvious that he couldn't see this kid.

Just like that, the little devil walked to the door, flattened his body like a piece of paper, slid it along the door, and got in.

Li Qiang couldn't help but feel a little nervous, because Li Qiang and Mr. Bai were at the door, less than half a meter away from him at the moment.

But that kid was just a puppet, and Li Qiang was obviously not his target, so he turned a blind eye to them. But the bursts of cold Yin Qi on his body still made Li Qiang tremble with coldness.

His whole body was about to get in when a low buzzing sound came from behind Li Qiang.

After careful analysis, it seemed that someone was crying or howling in pain. Li Qiang finally understood that he had raised this little ghost to deal with the innocent souls in this building. The person who made this terrifying sound was also the one who made the horrible sound.

It's those innocent souls.

This little devil was raised with the blood of twenty-one virgins dripping on the Zihe cart. He must be very evil.

The ghosts in this building were originally kind-hearted workers, so how could they be the rivals of this little devil? So it is reasonable to feel panic.

Just when his whole body was about to slip in, a gust of wind blew up from the flat ground in the room. The gust of wind came suddenly and violently, kicking up waves of dust.

Right in front of Li Qiang and Mr. Bai, it spun upward and turned into a small tornado.

The paper-thin kid was instantly sucked in and spun back and forth.

The tornado got bigger and bigger, spinning faster and faster, and its power became stronger and stronger. It crashed towards the iron gate.

Only a bang was heard, and the iron door was completely pushed open. Just like that, Li Qiang and the others, Fatty Qin and others outside, were directly face to face.

Fatty Chen saw Li Qiang at a glance and opened his mouth nervously. But while he was stunned, the tornado rolled up the paper-like imp and flew under the old locust tree with a swish.

At the same time, the chain hanging on the locust tree also began to shake. He twisted his body in a zigzag manner, like a python. In the end, he was also involved in the tornado and quickly tied up the little devil.

Got up.

All this happened in a blink of an eye, and Fatty Qin didn't react at all. The man wearing a black robe with a hood covering half of his face roared and jumped up towards the old locust tree.

Pounced over.

But just as she jumped up, a pair of thin arms suddenly pressed on her shoulders.

Those hands were extremely strong, forcing her to the ground.

It was Mr. Bai who took action. Even though he usually laughed and walked unsteadily, speaking and doing things without seriousness, at this moment he took action extremely decisively.

He pressed the man's shoulders all of a sudden, and the man was held down by him forcefully, leaving no room for resistance.

The man turned his head sharply and looked at Mr. Bai in front of him. Through the car lights, Li Qiang finally saw that face.

It turned out to be a middle-aged woman, who looked to be in her early forties at best. The skin on her face was quite tight, which was completely inconsistent with her outfit.

At first glance, from her back, she was hunched over, walking unsteadily, and leaning on a cane. She looked like an old man.

Mr. Bai chuckled, still with his usual playful smile:
Chapter completed!