There are still deep nail marks on the gray brick wall, and the marks are dark and solidified with bloodstains over the years.

That was the trace that Zhou Ying, who wanted to leave here, dug out of the wall in a desperate situation.

She used her fingernails to dig, she used her flesh to grind, little by little, with a perseverance that ordinary people can't have, and with a persistent feeling of running away with her lover, she finally crawled out from here after countless attempts and rubbing her flesh.

The nails were blackened and penetrated deep into the wall, exuding a strong resentment and hatred. Lin Huai could almost see the scene of a pale and slender hand, with ten fingers bent, blue veins protruding, and scratching **** it.

Live for love, die for love, after the extreme love turns into hatred, the red-clothed ghost is born from it... This is probably what happened to Zhou Ying before her death.

He put his hand on the nail marks, and the size of his palm actually matched these nail marks.

'Su Qing. ’

'Su Qing. ’

'Su Qing Su Qing Su Qing Su Qing. ’

A dreamy, persistent and fanatical voice spread into his heart. Under the extreme resentment, the voice was already distorted, so sharp that it was difficult to distinguish between men and women.

Lin Huai lowered his head and saw several fingernails scattered on the dirty woodshed floor.

These fingernails were pale and soft, not as sharp as Specter's fingernails, but fell softly and miserably on the ground.

Outside the fantasy world.

Li Gui, who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, was now staring intently into the bronze mirror.

It stopped the process of combing long hair.

The young man in the bronze mirror stood in front of the wall and seemed to be contemplating something. After a while, he suddenly lowered his head.

"Shh."

He tore off a piece of fabric from him!

'What does he want to do? Use cloth as a rope to get out of this woodshed? ’

Li Gui thought so with an expressionless face. Clinker, after tearing off this piece of pure white cloth, the young man actually let it unfold and put it on his left hand.

The cloth was white, like a soft, smooth silk handkerchief. Lin Huai lowered his body and carefully picked up all his fingernails.

He put every fingernail in this handkerchief. The white fingertips reached to the ground, twisting the blood-stained and twisted nails, but it was like picking up small white shells by the sea. There was no expression on his face, no hatred, no fear, and no pity, as if this was just a simple "picking up" behavior for him.

Before escaping from the firewood room and proceeding to the next plot point, he took time and inexplicably performed such an unnecessary act. In the end, the ten nails were finally collected by him carefully. He folded the handkerchief into a small bag, closed it, and put the pile of Specter's nails into the inner pocket of his clothes.

"...Although I want to say that there are unused nails that can be donated to others." Li Gui heard the voice of the young man, he seemed to be talking to himself, "But, if these four stories are the stories of infatuated women and heartless men, That so-called scholar is not a good person, right..."

"Since you have become a Specter, you should also use your own nails to peel off the skin of the heartless man like peeling off the skin of a wall." He said very terrifying words in a very flat tone, "If you don't do this, …”

He showed a creepy smile: "How can the wound on the finger heal?"

Ghost:  …

It stared at the moving lips of the young man in the bronze mirror, as if seeing a butterfly flying into the gate of the heavy palace.

"Interesting..." In the dark night, its eyes flashed strangely, "It's so interesting..."

Across the bronze mirror, it tapped the bronze mirror with bare fingertips without fingernails. Finally, its fingertips rested in the bronze mirror, the face of the unconscious young man.

After uttering words that could be described as black and white, doing whatever he wanted, he turned and left the wall.

— and kicked open the locked door.

"Successful escape." Lin Huai hooked the corner of his mouth.

Wanting to leave the theater without anyone noticing is actually very simple for Lin Huai.

He sneaks all the way down the wall, knocking anyone out before they run into him. After throwing the twelfth strong man into the grass, Lin Huai finally managed to escape from the main entrance of the theater.

He was still wearing that bright red costume, except for a piece of black cloth torn from the window when he was sneaking outside. Following the theater, he went around to the back door, and finally found the family surnamed Zhao in the back alley.

The ominous coffin was parked in the corner of the backyard. The Zhao family also doesn't seem to want to pay attention to this woman who died disgracefully. Taking advantage of no one around, Lin Huai lifted the lid of the coffin.

The pale female corpse lay at the bottom of the coffin, which was still clean and fresh due to the cool weather. According to the Zhao family, she died by hanging herself. However, in the moonlight, Lin Huai could clearly see the deep Yoshikawa line on her neck.

The Yoshikawa Line refers to the scratches caused by the victim subconsciously pulling the rope around the neck outward when the neck is strangled. Young women who are unwilling to die in vain often become extremely vicious after death.

The footsteps of the long-term workers have been heard from the front yard. Lin Huai turned over and entered the coffin, and gently pulled the lid on.

The coffin lid made a "click" sound, locking him and the corpse in a room. A faint smell of blood and decay entered Lin Huai's nose.

'As expected of someone who can become a ghost after death...' He thought, 'This Zhou Ying was really a werewolf when he was alive...'

He thought about it, and suddenly felt a little commotion around him.

It was as if something... was rubbing against the face of the coffin.

Lin Huai turned his head and met a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Two long workers, one tall and one short, walked towards the coffin in the yard.

"Mom's, the funeral at night is really bad luck!"

The short foreman complained.

"You said, this Zhao Guanren is also cruel. This Lady Zhao is his wife no matter what. Now that she's dead, she's put it in a thin coffin, and she's thrown into the burial mound. Those who know it know that they are husband and wife, but those who don't know it, I thought they were enemies!"

"My wife steals a man, and it doesn't feel good to put it on anyone. This Zhao family lady died disgracefully. Zhao Guanren went out for half a month, doing business, and as soon as he came back, his wife put a green hat on it. When Zhao Guanren pushed the door , that's a lively event. Lady Zhao's legs are still hanging on the waist of the nursing home..."

The tall senior worker described it vividly, as if he had seen this fragrant scene with his own eyes. The short long-time worker seemed to have just found out what was going on. He swallowed and said, "No wonder Mrs. Zhao was so embarrassed that she committed suicide that night..."

"There's still one more thing to talk about."

"A what?"

Seeing the mysterious appearance of the tall worker, the short worker was a little curious: "What's the matter? Don't betray me here!"

"This Lady Zhao didn't hang herself by herself." The tall worker wiped his neck, "Xiyuan's maid said that she woke up that night and passed by in the yard. She saw that Lady Zhao was strangled to death by Zhao officials. of!"

He widened his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and made an expression of being strangled to death. Then, he lowered his voice again and said: "Ms. Zhao died miserably, and the people who were strangled were different from others. When other people died, the living soul spit out from their mouths. The soul is stuck in the throat, can't get out, and lives in the corpse. If it goes on like this, it will become a fierce evil! In the past few days, Mrs. Zhao's coffin has been parked in the yard. the sound of……"

The little one was horrified for a moment. He laughed dryly: "Are you lying?"

Saying so, he still glanced at the coffin from the corner of his eye. Clinker, there is actually a sound coming from inside.

"Wow!"

The voice was short and shrill, and the little man was startled. The tall man didn't hear the sound, but seeing him making a fuss, he said, "What's wrong?"

"There is a voice in this coffin!" The short man pointed at the coffin and said in shock.

"What, I didn't hear?"

"There are women... crying!"

The tall man was horrified by what he said. He swallowed and turned his head to listen.

There was no sound in the coffin.

"You heard it wrong." He said with a dry smile, "There's no sound here."

At the same time, Lin Huai, who was originally in the coffin, also pressed the female ghost's mouth with his hand.

"If you make another noise, you will be killed." He said coldly.

Amid the overwhelming murderous aura all over his body, the terrified female ghost finally closed his mouth. Lin Huai listened carefully to the movement outside, and when he saw that the two were finally comforted by each other's brainwashing, he relaxed a little.

"You scare away one person, and I chop off your hand. If you scare away two people, I chop off both your hands." Lin Huai said softly, "Do you understand?"

Female Ghost:  …

"It seems that you still don't understand. My request is very simple, just don't scare people away." Lin Huai said, "Now, give me peace!"

Female ghost: ...I don't know why, but I feel like you are the one who will scare people away.

The female ghost nodded knowingly. Lin Huai felt a little relieved.

It is really difficult to escape from the city to the outside of the city. Not only must he learn to sneak in successfully, but he must also keep an eye on the female ghost around him, in case she bursts into tears and scare away the long-time worker who is carrying people... Lin Huai was a little physically and mentally exhausted for a while.

The female ghost looked at the killing **** beside her tremblingly, and finally, she heard the killing **** sigh softly and say a word.

"It's really hard to escape."

Ghost:  …

The tall man paid attention to the coffin for a long time, but didn't hear the slightest sound inside. He was heartbroken and breathed into his hand: "Go, let's carry it out early and come back early!"

"But……"

"It's nothing, but it will be carried sooner or later." The tall man threatened, "If you don't want to go, I'll tell the master!"

The short man dawdled for a long time, and finally carried the coffin with him.

The coffin under him began to jolt. Lin Huai was lying in the coffin, feeling the darkness, the tranquility like Zenyatta.

"Fuck," did he hear voices outside the coffin, "this coffin is really heavy."

Lin Huai:  …