Lao Zhou took Zhang Aihong into Yinbao Building. Zhang Aihong came to such a gloomy building for the first time, shivering by the cold air in the building.

Lao Zhou hugged his wife considerately, "Ai Hong, if you are next to me, it won't be so cold."

Zhang Aihong said, "Husband, is there no electric light in this building? It's too dark and cripple."

"Of course there are lights."

Lao Zhou reached out to touch the switch on the wall and pressed it.

With a click, the lights turned on, and the reception room was suddenly bright as day.

At the same time, a branch-shaped bulge on the wall immediately retracted into the wall with a puff.

Zhang Aihong looked at the dilapidated reception desk, the dirty floor, and some invisible fragments on the floor. When the wind blew, the yellowed paper on the wall immediately rustled and was startled. .

Zhang Aihong said, "Husband, how does it feel like a haunted house here, so ghostly?"

Old Zhou said, "My wife, don't be afraid. Although this building is called a haunted house by the outside world with frequent murders, in fact, there is no ghost in this building. This building has a false name, it is just an ordinary building. It’s only because it has been abandoned for a long time that the idlers are allowed to use it as the material for the story."

Zhang Aihong nodded, "As long as there is a husband, I am not afraid of anything."

Where did Lao Zhou know that there were so many ghosts hidden in this building, but he just couldn't see it. And those ghosts dare not approach him because of the yang and hostility on him. It's too late for those ghosts to hide after seeing him, so how can they dare to touch him?

As the saying goes, not seeing is pure, no matter how many ghosts are in the building, Lao Zhou will lose his power if he cannot see. All kinds of reports from the outside world are just nonsense or ghost stories of some bad reporters fooling their readers for the sake of payment.

Zhang Aihong said, "Husband, where is our son's body?"

"Upstairs, let's take the elevator up."

Lao Zhou pointed his finger at the severely deformed elevator.

Zhang Aihong's eyes widened in surprise, "Huh? Husband, that elevator looks scrapped, right? Can people still sit on it?"

Lao Zhou smiled and said, "I can say that I can." After speaking, he put his arms around his wife and walked to the elevator, reaching out and pressing the door open button.

Puff-creaking-creaking-

The elevator door opened with difficulty.

The wife of the old Zhou Dynasty made a request, "Please, my dear madam."

Zhang Aihong frowned and walked into the elevator.

Lao Zhou also entered the elevator, pressed the close button, and smoothly pressed the button on the 13th floor.

Zhang Aihong was surprised again, "Huh? This building is really evil. Even the floors are 13 floors. A 13-storey building is difficult to avoid."

Lao Zhou shook his head, "It's okay. My son and I often go in and out of this building, and we haven't seen a ghost. Before, our son Xiaoguang lived in the basement of this building."

Zhang Aihong said distressedly, "Oh? Really? My son is so hard. He lives in the basement."

Lao Zhou shook his head, "No, what you said is wrong. I think there is the son's palace. Although the conditions are simple, there are his slaves and the women he loves. The son has absolute control over there, and he is very Enjoy this feeling of controlling others. Our son has the idea of ​​conquering others in his bones, and that basement happens to be the place where he realizes his dreams."

"The woman he loves? Are you talking about Xie Baoer?"

"Wife, you actually know Xie Bao'er?"

"Yes, my son told me everything. He said that he likes Xie Bao'er more than He Xiang, because He Xiang makes him have a headache, and Xie Bao'er is quiet and doesn't annoy him."

"The son may not know what he wants, but he may subconsciously want a woman who completely obeys him. In fact, I really don't understand the inner world of my son at all."

"Husband, are Xie Bao'er and He Xiang beautiful?"

"Of course it's beautiful. Both of them are actors. Are you saying that the girl who can act on stage is ugly?"

Zhang Aihong nodded, "I believe my son has a good vision. Then which one of them is more beautiful?"

"How do you say? Xie Baoer is small and exquisite, He Xiang looks like a doll in the window, each has its own merits. They are both beautiful."

"It seems that my son's life is very happy."

The couple only talked about their sons, wherever they noticed that a muddy hand was suddenly stretched out on the elevator ceiling, and that hand was dangling over their heads, as if they wanted to catch someone.

A sullen voice came from the elevator ceiling.

"Hmph, it's the old man with full of yang again, this time with his wife. The old man is so full of yang, it's better not to touch his wife."

With a puff, the muddy hand retracted to the ceiling.

Zhang Aihong was chatting with her husband, and suddenly heard someone talking and sighing above her head. She couldn't help but looked up, just in time to see the muddy hand retracting into the elevator ceiling.

Zhang Aihong screamed immediately, "Husband, there is a hand on the elevator ceiling."

Lao Zhou looked up, there was nothing, and frowned, "My wife, you are dazzled, how can you have a hand."

Zhang Aihong rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. There was indeed nothing in the elevator ceiling, and she couldn't help frowning, "No, I just saw a muddy hand retracted into the ceiling."

"Wife, you are wrong."

"I didn't, I really saw it, and there are still people talking."

Old Zhou laughed loudly, jumped, stretched out his hand, and reached the ceiling.

Unexpectedly, in this shot, I heard a scream and a woman's angry roar, "It hurts me to death!"

There seemed to be a smell of burnt protein in the air.

Zhang Aihong said in surprise, "Husband, you can hear me clearly this time, she said it hurts me so much."

Lao Zhou looked at his hand, then at the ceiling, and laughed triumphantly, "It's okay, no matter what kind of monster she is, she is afraid of me anyway."

Zhang Aihong smiled, "My husband is still great."

At this time, with a dingdong sound, the elevator reached the 13th floor.

Puff-creaking-creaking-

The elevator door opened with difficulty.

Old Zhou smiled and said, "We're here, let's go."

Lao Zhou walked out of the elevator with Zhang Aihong in his arms.

The corridor was too dark, and Lao Zhou turned on the flashlight, and the two cuddled up and walked forward.

In the elevator behind them, the muddy hand popped out of the elevator ceiling again with a puff.

However, this time, there was a small black spot on the index and middle fingers of the muddy hands.

The angry female voice came from the elevator ceiling again.

"The dead old man, dare to hurt this palace, this palace wants to curse the dead old man's family for not having a good death!"

After cursing fiercely, the muddy hand shrank back to the ceiling.

The elevator roof was restored to its original shape again.

Puff-creaking-creaking-

The elevator doors closed with difficulty.