‘Is it a ghost here?’ Tang Long was both excited and scared, and held the bone-clearing knife in his pocket tightly. When he looked closer, he found that someone was doing a ritual.

The place he lives in is an old community built in the 1980s. There are many elderly people living in it. From time to time, there are many funerals. According to the old calendar, he set up a platform, put some fruit and wine, invited a erhu team to play music and sing, find a cried grave, and howled for the middle of the night. It was almost done.

Neighbors often don’t want to be quarreled and call the police to report it. It’s useless for the police to come. You can’t let the dead get on the road, otherwise what if you come back and find you!

Tang Long squeezed and got into the crowd. It turned out that Old Lady Wang from Building 9 was dead. The old lady had a bad reputation and was gambled. She even used the money for her children to buy a house to play mahjong. She was so angry that her son almost broke off from her. When she had no money, she went to the street to hit the car. She made a few bucks and often showed off her people among neighbors. She was a bully.

Tang Long looked at the black and white photos on the table and felt aroused, could he be...

Mrs. Wang's house lived on the fourth floor. Tang Long sneaked up. The door of 402 was indeed open. The light was not on. She just lit a few thick candles. It was a bit scary in the dimness. Three bedrooms and one living room were quietly opened. The old lady's body was lying quietly on the bed, pale face, as if she had applied powder, and a white cloth covered her body. She couldn't die.

Suddenly, I was patted on my back a few times, "Why are you here?"

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Old Mrs. Wang’s eyelids seemed to move. Tang Long was so scared that he shivered and rushed forward desperately. He just took out the garlic water gun. When he turned around, he saw that it was Old Mrs. Wang’s daughter-in-law Zhang Qian. The two were junior high school classmates, one year higher than him, so they were familiar with each other.

"Sister Zhang, you're scared me to death!" Tang Long breathed out, deliberately exaggeratedly, and quietly put away the water gun.

"I was shocked by you. Why did this person fall down after being patted? Why, aren't you going to work today?" Zhang Qian was wearing a filial piety uniform, with a linen on her head, and a plain white dress. Her original appearance was a little bit older, but she really wanted to be pretty and filial.

"I'm on vacation today. I've heard the news. Come and see," Tang Long pointed to the person on the bed, "Where is Brother Wang?"

"Call downstairs and contact the crematorium. Let's go down. This old guy has nothing to look good about." Zhang Qian said harshly. Tang Long seemed to have heard of it. The relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was not very good. After arguing several times, his mother came to persuade him once or twice.

"Well, okay," Tang Long walked out with her and said, "Sister Zhang, the community seems to be quite gloomy lately?"

"No, several people died, and there was no couple in Building 3. It is said that they were hit by a car to death."

"Oh," Tang Long nodded, thinking.

"Hey, why can't you open it?" Zhang Qian pulled the door handle a few times, and there was no movement.

"I'll try it," Tang Long tried it, and it seemed that there was a breath that was pressing outside the door.

"Sister Zhang, have you locked the door?"

"No, I just came in to get a cell phone." As soon as I finished speaking, the electric fan suddenly turned and the lights were lit and dimmed.

‘Ghost hits the wall?!’ Tang Long was shocked and rushed Zhang Qian to the ground. The fan blade on his head was smashed down. If he had not avoided it in time, he would have hit the two of them directly. The remaining momentum was still stuck in the sofa, and the cotton wool flew.

Zhang Qian was so confused that she was about to complain, when the apricot stared suddenly and screamed with a 'ah'. It turned out that at some point, Old Mrs. Wang's figure was standing opposite, staring at the two of them coldly with gray eyes.

"Deaf, she, she..." Zhang Qian was so scared that she lost her vigor. She hugged Tang Long tightly, and the two balls on her chest were squeezed on his back, like a drowning person holding a grass.

Tang Long had no time to feel the softness. He held the bone-clearing knife, and his fingers were tightened because he used too much force. His face was pale, but he was prepared and did not scare his soul.

"You bad wife, not only do you not give me money to support me, but you are also sorry for me. You are hooking up with a man! Finally, I caught me!" Old Mrs. Wang's voice was rising and falling, and it was like an echo.

"Aunt Wang, it's me, Xiao Zhou, my mother has played mahjong with you." Tang Long quietly pulled the bag over while delaying the time, and slowly reached in.

"Xiao Zhou, mahjong?" When it comes to mahjong, Old Lady Wang's ghost obviously thought of something.

Tang Long was delighted. This bad gambler remembered to gamble until he died. He quickly slapped and said, "Yes, my mother also said that you are the highest level of mahjong in our Dongmenfang. Yes, you are better than the other, and the gambling products are better and never miss the debt."

"Well, my old lady is lucky and never loses money." The old lady Wang was happy when she heard this, and her hideous face also decreased a little.

"Yes, yes, go to death!" Tang Longmeng pulled out two water guns and shot the ghost.

Suddenly, two water lines sprayed on the ghost's body, like sulfuric acid was poured out. Blue smoke came out of the sound of "Si Lala".

The old lady Wang pushed her hand violently as she howled, and the two toy guns exploded at the same time, and garlic and chicken blood spilled all over the ground.

"This is OK!" Tang Long didn't think too much and took it into his bag again. The old lady Wang had some IQ. With a finger, she pointed and the sports bag had moved horizontally seven or eight meters, but it was empty. Before she got up, the resentful guy flashed in front of her and lifted her up.

"Sister Zhang, cough cough, sprinkle it with water, hurry, hurry!" Tang Long was pressed against the wall, and felt a strong force coming, and the air conditioner spread along his neck. He pushed forward with his hands, but passed through the ghost's body and pushed it in vain.

Zhang Qian was trembling while pulling into the bag. The old lady Wang's ghost pointed another finger. Her daughter-in-law couldn't help but roll, falling to a bruised face.

"Bitches, I'll kill you!" Old Lady Wang smiled grimly, just about to kill him. Tang Long's mouth bulged out loud, and a mouthful of blood was sprinkled on Old Lady Wang's face. The resentful ghost screamed and disappeared.

"MD, I have been verbally verbally for more than 20 years of old virgins. Can you bear it?" Tang Long said in a speechless manner, spat a few mouthfuls of blood and spitting.

"That was a ghost just now?" Zhang Qian said with lingering fear.

"Yes," Tang Long replied, packing up his things and preparing to walk out, and the door really opened as soon as it opened.

"where are you going?"

"Of course, it was her illness and she was killed! This old lady swallowed the money from you and Brother Wang. You don't want her to bother you after she dies." Tang Long rolled his eyes and covered his mouth and said, "Sister Zhang, are there any band stickers at home? The bleeding on his tongue can't be stopped!"

Tang Long stuck out his tongue like a dog, covered it with a tissue, and Zhang Qian took out a few pieces of ice from the refrigerator and put it in his mouth.

"I finally understand why the ancients like to bite their tongue and commit suicide, and they can't stop at all." After stopping the blood, Tang Long said helplessly.

"Go away."

"Wait a minute, I, I'll go too." Zhang Qian hesitated for a moment, her eyes showing a firm look.

"Why, aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Tang Long looked at her strangely.

"I have to make a break. Just like you said, she stole the salary of Weihua and me during her lifetime, and she couldn't let her pester after she died." Seeing Tang Long's face hesitation, she said again: "Don't worry, I won't drag you down. She hates me so much, I can be your bait."

"Okay, since Sister Zhang, you said so, take it and the boy pee, and when he sees the situation is wrong, he will pour it on it." Tang Long handed over a bottle of yellow liquid.

"Where did you get it?"

"..." Tang Long's old face turned red and he didn't reply.

The two went downstairs and walked out of the community—

"Do you know where my mother-in-law is going so much?" After a while, Zhang Qian couldn't help asking.

"I checked a lot of information and found that no matter what kind of ghost it is, it is because the obsession has not disappeared. Think about it, do your old lady have any thoughts?"

"Xilai Hotel!" the two of them said in unison.

This hotel is at the entrance of the community. On the surface, it is a hotel, but inside it is a gambling stall, poker, Paijiu, mahjong machine, slot machine, and there are many things you can play. I have been checked several times and can continue to open. I have made a lot of money. I heard that there is someone on the boss and the background is very deep.

It was two or three in the morning, and most of the private rooms in the hotel were still on. It seemed that business was booming. There were two gangsters outside who were guarding the door, which seemed to be not easy to mess with at first glance.

"What do Old Lady Wang usually play?"

"She doesn't know anything else, she just likes to play mahjong. She even steals her son's money for buying a house. She is really obsessed with it." Zhang Qian said resentful.

"Which private room is usually used to play?"

“The one on the far left.”

"Hello, I want to open a private room, yes, No. 4," Tang Long said to the cashier.

"Four hundred."

Tang Long gritted his teeth and said, "It's really a bad guy. He handed over four RMB. After 7788, the cost was two thousand yuan, and the salary for a month was gone."

The two of them came to the door of the private room nervously. Although it was dark inside, the sound of playing mahjong was vaguely heard.

Tang Long looked at the mahjong without wind, as if there was an invisible person playing. After thinking about it, he took out the cow's tears, touched two drops in his eyes, and then looked over. Sure enough, there was a slightly bright figure sitting on a chair in the east, with a dull face and his mouth opening and closing, as if urging him to play cards. The cow's tears are indeed useful for watching ghosts. I could see the old lady Wang before, probably because she was close to the corpse, had enough yin energy and had just transformed.

He applied two more drops to Zhang Qian, and said a few words in his ear, "Don't worry, it can be done."

Zhang Qian took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and said fiercely: "Mom, you are gambled again!"

"I, I, I--" The ghost of the old lady Wang actually showed a look of fear.

"Have you stole Weihua's money again??"

The old lady Wang shrank when she heard this, as if she was hitting the vital point, but after a moment, she started screaming again, "I'll kill you, the little vixen!"

As soon as he grabbed Zhang Qian's neck and lifted it up, his back became cold, and a bone-clearing knife was inserted into its back. With a few 'grizz' calls, Old Mrs. Wang's figure dissipated.

It turned out that Tang Long, who was hiding behind the wall, made this killing blow. At the same time, a crisp "ding" sound came from his phone.
Chapter completed!