There was a person lying on the coffee table in the living room, it was the old man from before.
The scream was caused by him, but besides him, there were five or six young people in their twenties surrounding him.
One of the young men was smoking a cigarette and holding a red-hot iron rod as thick as a thumb in his hand. Under the horrified gaze of the old man, he pressed the iron rod hard on his shoulder.
There was a squeaking sound, the sound of flesh being burned, and along with the white smoke coming out, the old man let out a series of screams.
Several young men laughed, and one of them raised a slender silver needle.
"Old man, let's do something exciting today. Have you seen this needle? I wonder what will happen if I insert this needle into the sole of your foot and then insert it into your calf along the foot?"
"No, no, please spare me." The old man gasped and begged for mercy.
Lao Hu and I were dumbfounded. Are these young men abusing the old man? They are using so many cruel methods. We can't bear to watch the next scene.
Not only did they prick him with silver needles, burn him with iron rods, and scratch him with knives, they even put some strange insects on the old man's body to eat his skin and flesh.
The old man has been tortured to great pain.
I quickly pulled Lao Hu aside.
"What's going on?"
Lao Hu was also confused. What kind of hatred was there?
At this moment, the old man's scream came again.
I couldn't listen anymore, so I went up and kicked the ajar door open. Old Hu tried to stop me, but it was too late.
I shouted: "What are you doing?"
The people inside immediately stopped moving and all turned their heads to look at me.
I walked in and found some steel rings, electric prods, and hooks placed on the sofa, all tools for torture.
These young men planned to torture this old man to death.
"Who the hell are you?" the young man holding a cigarette said with a ruthless look on his face.
"Hey, the sun is shining in the west today. Does anyone dare to enter our crazy apartment?"
Several young people were surprised when they saw that Lao Hu and I were outsiders and not from this apartment.
"Who are you? Do you know where this place is? How dare you come to the Ghost Apartment?"
Another young man said: "Brother Zhuang, ever since that Internet celebrity came to our live broadcast and was scared to death, no outsider has dared to come here for many years. These two people are very brave."
I looked at the tortured old man and said sternly to them: "It is illegal to lynch people. How could he, an old man, offend you? So that you let you do this to him?"
Several young people actually laughed: "You dare to come to the Menggui Apartment and interfere in other people's business. You are really brave. This old guy deserves to die. That's why you torture him. Do you care?"
"Get out of here if you are wise, don't let me throw you out."
Another young man said: "Brother Zhuang, we don't need to do anything. Once twelve o'clock passes, the fierce ghosts here will scare them to death."
Brother Zhuang nodded: "Then you just wait to be scared to death by ghosts."
After saying that, he waved to a few young men and ordered: "Brothers, let's continue, don't let these two idiots spoil our interest. Today, we have prepared more than a dozen sets of tortures. What's wrong with this?"
He picked up a hook and said, "Put this hook into the old man's collarbone and hang it up for me."
When I heard that my scalp was numb, insert the hook directly into the person's body and hang him up?
"Who dares to touch him?" I shouted.
Now that I have seen this matter, I have to take care of it.
"It's shameless, right?" Brother Zhuang suddenly became anxious.
"Brothers, let me check him out and let him know how powerful my brother Zhuang is."
A few young people cheered and surrounded me and Lao Hu.
Lao Hu blew his beard, gave a wry smile, and said to me: "I told you not to be impulsive. Now it's okay. If someone wants to fight us, I'm an old man and I don't dare to fight. I'll leave it to you."
After saying that, the old guy raised his hand and said to Brother Zhuang: "Hey, it's him who is meddling in other people's business, not me. You can just cross him. I'm watching from the side, it's none of my business."
After saying that, the old guy walked out of the encirclement and stood aside.
This made me angry.
Brother Zhuang and the others didn't pay attention to Lao Hu. They probably didn't take the old man seriously, they just wanted to beat me up first.
They all rushed towards me.
I'm not good at fighting, but now I have an arrow on my bow and I have to fire it.
A young man raised a coffee table and smashed it towards my Tianling Cap.
Oh, I'll go, I yelled, tilted my head, and raised my right hand to hit him.
I did this completely out of instinctive self-defense, but I didn't expect that with this casual hit, I actually suppressed Brother Zhuang and the others.
I heard a click, like the sound of human bones breaking, and then I saw the young man's body flying backwards, hitting the opposite wall with a bang, and then fell to the ground with a thud like a killing pig.
Scream.
I was also startled and quickly retracted my outstretched right fist.
Only then did he realize that the punch just now had directly shattered the young man's left shoulder blade.
"Damn it, it took a while." Brother Zhuang and the others were stunned.
I was also confused, thinking to myself, why was my punch so powerful? I didn’t use my strength just now.
Could it be this hand with ghost tattoos?
Brother Zhuang and others also noticed that my right hand was actually purple.
Old Hutou seemed to have expected this scene, and smiled calmly from the side: "I advise you to get out of here. You are no match for this kid. Have you seen his hand? Purple, natural.
Zi Lei Kui's hand can kill you with just a few fingers."
Several young people were really shocked. When they looked at my right hand, their faces showed a look of fear unconsciously, thinking back to the fact that I just broke that person's shoulder blade with a punch.
Brother Zhuang waved his hand: "Brothers, this guy has an extraordinary background. Let's retreat first. A gentleman will take revenge. It's not too late in ten years. Let's go..."
Several people lifted up the man whose shoulder blade was shattered and fell into pieces instantly.
I turned to look at Lao Hu.
"What did you say about Zi Lei Kui Hand?"
Lao Hu chuckled: "I'm just talking nonsense. I want to scare them away. How can I not control my momentum?"
"You're talking nonsense? Then why is my hand so strong?"
"Ghost-patterned hands."
At this moment, the old man lying on the coffee table started to hum, and Lao Hu and I quickly went up to check.
If you don’t know this, you will be shocked when you see it.
There were scars all over the old man's body, including those from electric shocks, burns, cuts with knives, and pricks with needles.
In fact, when I was tattooing him before, I also noticed the scars on his body. I even asked about it, but he hesitated and refused to say anything, so I didn't ask any more questions.
"Thank you for saving me." The old man's voice was bitter, and he struggled to sit up, but failed.
His legs seemed to be paralyzed and he couldn't move at all.
He was fine during the day, so why is he like this now? Is it true, as he said, that at night, the ghost of the paralyzed girl who committed suicide possessed his body, making him unable to move?
"I'm possessed by a fierce ghost. I can't move until daybreak." He said.