When I become the official match of the full-level Tu Huang [Unlimited]

Chapter 147

On the tenth day after entering the poker field, there was no longer a ray of sunshine in Wuming Town in the early morning.

Thick gray clouds pushed the sky to everyone's chests, and they were so oppressed that they could hardly breathe.

This kind of change came quietly. When everyone was busy with their own lives, Wuming Town had already changed.

After Yitu was suspended by the company, she has been waiting for a call from her boss, but there is no news at all.

Except for going to the hospital to deliver meals to Jiang Hanyu at noon every day, he rarely went out to wander around.

And the neighbors in the whole building also noticed the strange changes around them.

At first, it was just that there were some more people in the building inexplicably, some people with exactly the same face as them.

They either stood in the corridor, or squatted in the corner, and when they saw someone coming, they talked to them in a decent manner, with almost no flaws in their gestures and language.

So the day these things first appeared, no one noticed that something was wrong.

Until they accidentally bumped into the right owner.

After being seen through, these things will start to tremble and twitch all over, and their hands will become very sharp, tearing their own skins crazily.

At the same time, their mouths will grow very large until they become distorted.

There seemed to be something growing crazily inside, and the moment they pierced the head, they disappeared in place, leaving only a pile of pale skin.

Yitu stretched out his hand to touch the piece of skin that fell on the ground. Not only was it not soft, but it was very hard and rough.

It made him think of the bark on an old tree, not the outermost layer, but the new white layer wrapped inside.

They don't know where these things come from, and there is no good way to get rid of them. They can only go out carefully every day to avoid being entangled by these things.

However, in fact, these gadgets will not actively attack people. Once they are discovered and seen through, they will die by suicide.

Yitu bumped into several times in the building, among them there was Shen Xin disguised as dead, and even Kan Xingyuan's face.

Even if Yitu knew clearly in his heart, these were just fakes.

But sometimes he still can't bear to expose them, especially when "Kan Xingyuan" speaks to him with the most familiar and intimate voice.

Yitu was in a trance for a moment, and it is very possible that they appeared not to hurt, but to replace.

But they didn't have their own consciousness, and the spiritual thoughts sent back only a blank space.

The sky in Wuming Town is getting darker and darker, and there are gradually no other residents in the community.

And at noon this day, Yitu went to deliver lunch to Jiang Hanyu, and the people who came and went to see patients in the hospital suddenly lost their facial features at a certain moment.

Yitu grabbed Jiang Hanyu's hand subconsciously, the two of them were relatively speechless, and they both knew very well that something might happen.

That afternoon, Jiang Hanyu submitted a leave application to the hospital.

Jiang Hanyu doesn't care whether his application will be approved, anyway, he can't go to work normally again.

And that night, Mrs. Shi, who lived in Room 101, was found dead in her own home.

She was hung upside down on the door of the bedroom naked, and a ten-centimeter-long iron hook pierced her right ankle.

The snow-white skin was covered with snake-like blood, passing through her mouth, nose, and eyes, and finally dripping onto the floor of the door.

And the weirdest thing was that Mrs. Shi didn't have any bleeding wounds on her body.

They only found a small piece of blood-soaked dead wood inside her huge mouth, and the seemingly fragile branch pierced her throat deeply.

There was no extra blood on the floor, only a little blood was left in the crack of the door.

But the door behind Mrs. Shi couldn't be opened no matter what, as if it had been welded to death.

Both Yitu and Jiang Hanyu tried to pry it open, but they couldn't shake it at all.

Pan Haolong lighted a cigarette calmly in front of the uncertain faces.

He was the first to find out about Mrs. Shi's death. Pan Haolong is a bad guy in the society, so he is naturally a bit of a thief.

After picking the lock and coming in, he had already tried to open the door behind Old Madam Shi, but failed as expected.

There is clearly something blocking the door inside, which cannot be destroyed by any external force.

"Pan Haolong, how did you know something happened to Mrs. Tao?" Tang Xiuping raised his glasses, his eyes full of suspicion.

The man glanced at him, took out a handful of red bills from his pocket, and said calmly:

"I'm here to pay the old lady's rent."

His answer was something no one expected, and what Pan Haolong said next made everyone's hearts sink.

"There is something you may not know."

Pan Haolong frowned, and slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"Before you came, this whole building belonged to Shi Yan."

Yitu looked at Jiang Hanyu subconsciously. Although the man didn't have much expression on his face, he was obviously not in a high mood.

The home of the two of them was chosen by Kan Xingyuan, and Zhong Qing didn't care about it, so she just moved in with her bags.

At that time, the real estate agent who showed Kan Xingyuan to see the house was obviously not the same as the others.

Shi Yan laid out a big picture. She distributed all her properties, some for sale, and some for rent.

But it is no surprise that the people who can live in this building are all those who have been carefully selected by her and carry the seeds of suffering and evil.

Therefore, this is why Yitu always feels strange.

Each of the residents living in Building 9 has painful and embarrassing memories.

They are stuck in the quagmire, either struggling or dying, some are suppressed and some are indulged.

Unsurprisingly, at the end of the matter, the desire that was firmly in his mouth still blurted out.

Zhong Qing indirectly forced Deng Ping to death, Kan Xingyuan lost control and killed his love rival Shen Xin, and Xue Yingying killed Liu Min's mother and daughter.

And Pan Haolong even knowingly committed the crime, conspiring with Xue Yingying to cause his ex-wife to give birth to hemorrhage and die, and the child he gave birth was also given to others.

The four words "don't commit a crime" that Yitu said to him that day are still vivid in my memory now.

However, Pan Haolong still made the worst choice, and his hands were stained with blood.

Doesn't he know it's wrong to do so?He clearly knows.

But after he gradually became Pan Haolong, there was no way to turn back many things.

The hatred in Pan Haolong's heart seemed to become his hatred. He was willing to fulfill such a small role because he thought he could control the situation.

However, Pan Haolong really understood the meaning of Yitu's warning after the Qianxiang clan's crime was sentenced.

On the night when Mrs. Shi was found dead, no one called the police, but chose to cover it up as much as possible.

They searched all over Mrs. Shi's house, without missing a single corner, and the only clue they found was a yellowed human skin book.

The text on the human skin book is not Chinese, and every symbol is distorted like an extended tree branch.

No one can understand it, except Jiang Hanyu.

He told Yitu that the name of the book was The Crime of a Thousand Faces.

The human skin book is densely packed with many symbols, but the core of the translation is only a few simple sentences.

In order to seek eternal life, people of foreign races serve Qianxiang God with their own desires.

Among them, Qianxiangshen likes seven kinds most, jealousy, arrogance, tyranny, lust, and any greed, ignorance and hatred.

And after Qianxiang eats all seven desires, he will satisfy one wish of the person who serves him.

"What does the old lady want most?" Pan Haolong looked at Jiang Hanyu with dark eyes.

The man ignored him, just threw the human skin book back into the drawer, and then held his spouse's hand.

"Seven desires, which one is worse?"

Jiang Hanyu squeezed Yitu's soft hand and asked in a low voice.

Yitu lowered his head and was still thinking. After hearing Jiang Hanyu's words, he raised his bright eyes and let out a breath slowly.

"There is one last item left, lust."

Zhong Qing's arrogance, Kan Xingyuan's jealousy, Pan Haolong's tyranny, and the greed, ignorance and hatred that all people have.

Except for lust, which is not specifically manifested, Qianxiang has already eaten the other six.

The old lady Tao obviously understood this, so she rented out her house cheaply to Su Ruoyun, who was a wine hostess and was full of lust.

When they realized this, it was already too late.

Pan Haolong knocked on the door of Su Ruoyun's house, but there was no sound from inside.

He didn't talk nonsense, and skillfully picked the door lock. After pushing the door open, everyone was stunned.

Su Ruoyun was hung from the ceiling naked with wires, and the golden paint painted shocking wings on her beautiful body.

With her eyes closed, her expression was compassionate and compassionate. Although the lust was vividly displayed on her body, she was as white and pure as a goddess who had fallen into the mortal world.

"When did you die?" Tang Xiuping was completely stunned.

As soon as his words fell, the woman hanging in mid-air opened her eyes suddenly, her whole body twitched and struggling for the last time.

However, she couldn't make any sound at all, and the pulled wire made a "squeak" sound in mid-air, which was enough to make one's teeth ache.

The woman's backlight only lasted for a few seconds, and it was too late to save her, and everyone could only watch her die in front of her eyes.

"wrong."

At this time, Yitu, who was frowning tightly, suddenly spoke.

"What?" Pan Haolong looked at him puzzled.

"She's not Su Ruoyun."

After Yitu said this, he immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

The others didn't know why, so they had to hurry up.

Yitu only went down one floor, and when he came to the door of Room 306, he knocked eagerly. Regardless of whether anyone answered, he knocked on the door of Room 305 again.

"You open the door quickly."

Seeing Pan Haolong coming down, he hastily said.

"Which door should you pry first?" Pan Haolong asked.

"306, no, pry 305 first." Yitu said calmly.

Pan Haolong didn't ask any more questions. One minute later, the door of Room 1 was pried open, and an indescribable smell rushed into his nostrils.

Yitu held his breath, looked at the room where there was nothing abnormal, his heart was beating very fast, he hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

This is Huang Jiao's home, but Huang Jiao is not here, nor is her son.

Garbage piled up in the corners, already stinking and sour, the owner is still too lazy to deal with it.

Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in front of them.

The tall body like a hill was lying quietly on Huang Jiao's bed at this time, sleeping very peacefully.

"Qi Tao?" Pan Haolong called out, slightly surprised.

The man's eyelids moved, but he still didn't wake up.

It wasn't until Yitu calmly called out "Su Ruoyun" that the man suddenly opened his eyes.

When the woman saw the person coming, she didn't have much surprise on her face, but was very calm.

She sat up and smiled at Yitu, her movements and tone were the same as Su Ruoyun's.

"Mr. Zhong, I had another dream."

"Really, what did you dream about?" Yitu took two steps forward calmly.

There was a trace of melancholy and helplessness on the fat woman's face, and it took a while before she said softly:

"Cheng Kai is dead."

Yitu's heart sank suddenly.