Only Lu Li could see this scene. Whether Yang Chunxue or Kong Nanqing, they all ignored the illusory bloodshots wandering in the clouds.

Is it a door? Or is it an effect caused by blood-colored tentacles?

Lu Li's guess is more inclined to the latter, after all, he ate it not long ago.

What do these threads represent?

After staring quietly for a few seconds, Lu Li sat up, and walked to the living room with Kong Nanqing looking forward to getting up and kissing her, looking out the telescope and peering by the window.

A clearer blood line appeared in the telescope.

The blood lines explored in the clouds, their upper ends are thick, and they look like illusory flesh and blood made of cylindrical structure.

The flesh and blood lines become thinner the more they go down, until they reach a height of hundreds of meters above the ground, and the ends are almost invisible.

It's like...tenishes.

Or tentacles.

These tentacles swing in the wind, with several kilometers of length exuding an unsettling aura. Every time they look directly at it, it is like some kind of existence murmuring in their ears.

The scenes of scenes cannot be suppressed in Lu Li's mind. The ruins, the abyss under the sea, and the whisper.

In a trance, Lu Li seemed to smell the silt from the deep sea.

"What are you looking at?"

A hoarse question beside him suddenly awakened Lu Li from the twisted dark world.

The scattered black eyes gradually condensed, and Lu Li put down his telescope: "Nothing... I have made some new progress in what I have investigated, and I plan to go out now."

"Now? Chunxue is still playing games, maybe she doesn't want to go out..." Kong Nanqing said softly, Wen Runerya playing the role of her mother.

If you don't listen to the sound or look at the appearance.

"I won't fight anymore! I'm broken!"

Suddenly, a crisp cry of self-deprecation came from the bedroom.

"Now she thinks about it." Lu Li replied.

...

No address, no navigation.

Lu Li, who was chasing one of the blood-colored tentacles, left the city, and the surrounding area became desolate and empty at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The unobstructed country road and the wide view allow Lu Li to count the number of tentacles. One... two... three... a total of eleven.

They are hidden behind the clouds, connected from the sky to the ground, swaying gently.

In any case, when you get close to one of them, you will know what the hell is the tentacles spreading in the clouds.

"I always feel like you are doing something very dangerous." Yang Chunxue, who was in the co-pilot, narrowed her red eyes and stared at Lu Li with a strange tone.

After becoming an evil spirit, it is novel or nostalgia. The senses such as touch, smell, taste, and even pain that were almost deprived of after becoming a ghost have returned. This recovery made Yang Chunxue subconsciously think that she has become a human being—

So much so that she put on a seat belt.

A ghost is in a car and wears a seat belt.

Click—

The shutter sounded, and Lu Li, who was leaning out of the car, sat back into the cab.

The dull wind in the gloomy weather poured into the car, and the shirt urged the ends of the hair to fly.

Lu Li briefly looked down at the photos he took. The ordinary forest road was covered with clouds in the distance.

The blood-colored tentacles did not appear in the photo.

With this point, Lu Li can basically eliminate the suspicion of "door". The characteristics of thedoor are that they can be recorded, but only you can see it.

"What did you just say?" Lu Li asked, turning off his phone and holding the security disk.

Yang Chunxue looked at the top of her eyes, staring at Lu Li's black hair that was blown up. Obsessive-compulsive disorder made her want to calm her down, and her emotional thinking made her feel very cute.

"I just said-" Yang Chunxue took a deep breath, and her chest finally looked like a little breast, and then closed her eyes and shouted: "I always feel like you are doing something very dangerous!"

"Maybe it's dangerous, maybe not."

Yang Chunxue was stunned and thought of the strange and mysterious door: "Is it... something that cannot be heard..."

Lu Li shook his head gently and said, "No, I'm just too lazy to say it."

...

"One tube."

"bump!"

Crazy-

A calloused palm pushed down three mahjong pieces, took out a tube of it from the mahjong pile, and pushed it to the corner of the table.

In the dark old-fashioned bungalow, four figures surrounded the table and played mahjong beside the door.

Most of the four people were old, and they reached the age when their backs were hunched and their teeth began to lose.

In the inner room not far from them, a coffin was placed on a wooden bench, and the coffin lid was lifted and stood beside it, revealing a serene and closed-minded old man lying in the coffin.

A black and white photo of the same appearance as the old man was hung on the wall, with a white candle on each side.

There is a kind of funeral called joy and funeral, which is mostly held for the elderly who die, or simply for the elderly.

Generally, there are several banquets for funerals, and relatives and friends are invited to mourn. After mourning, everyone gathers together to eat and drink, and talks about their longings - this is a normal funeral.

For a more exaggerated funeral, the elderly at home will play and play one-stop after their death, and after being buried, they will set up a banquet to invite relatives, friends or villagers to come for dinner. For the sake of show, some people will specially call a folk street dance troupe to cheer up the banquet, or directly at the grave to cheer up the fun.

As for whether this is appropriate, the parties involved cannot express their opinions.

And the only relatives who can express their opinions certainly won’t express their opinions—because they did this.

Therefore, this kind of funeral that is slightly vulgar and popular will be posted online at most, which will cause netizens to clamor for a few times, and the bad habits are terrible.

That's it here.

After the banquet, four relatives and friends who were applauding the old man stayed to guard the spirits and gathered at a table of mahjong.

"Wait - I'm so stupid!" A thin old man laughed and showed his card.

"I'm holding it!"

"You are so bad!"

A few swearing old men smiled and took the 50 cents they threw out and pushed the cards into the table.

The four people held four cigarettes in their mouths, tilted their heads and squinted their eyes slightly. The eight hands mixed into the mahjong table with eight hands, rubbing the mahjong plaques.

And a strange scene was happening in the inner room where the four of them were unaware of it.

The flames rising steadily on the white candle suddenly swayed, and the color changed to a faint green light.

Squeaky--

The sound of wood shaking sounded faintly, and the two wooden benches under the coffin shook slightly.

Suddenly, a thin and thin palm stretched out from the coffin and grabbed the edge of the coffin.

The color of the candlelight gradually changed to light green, full of weird and gloomy. The shaking of the wooden bench gradually intensified, and the old man in the coffin sat up straight.

The old man in the coffin turned his head stiffly, looked at the smokey outer room, and then remained motionless.

That is, it did not step out of the coffin, nor did it make any sound.

"I heard it."

Crazy-

"So fast?"

The four people playing cards in the outer room did not notice the body that was supposed to be in the coffin and sat up.

Time passed, a few minutes passed, and the four of them finished playing a card, and the sound of shuffling sounded again.
Chapter completed!