Seeing that hole, Jiang Cheng knew Zhao Xingguo was gone.

But Zhao Xingguo clearly didn't have time to consider what Jiang Cheng thought. In the auditorium where he was, there were also no signs of Jiang Cheng and Fu Fu.

The two groups were in the same place, but couldn't see each other. The weirdness of it was beyond words.

It would be a lie to say he didn't regret it, but what's done is done. It was useless to say anything now. What he needed to do now was to use every means to survive.

At this critical moment of life and death, Zhao Xingguo forced himself to calm down. His gaze slowly swept around. The ghost was very close to him, right beside him.

He could even feel that resentful aura.

"Da da da..."

Zhao Xingguo immediately looked in one direction, "Who? Who's there?!"

In the darkness, there was a burst of brisk noise, as if... someone ran past, and judging from the sound, it was a child.

A child...

Zhao Xingguo's face was a little stiff. He suddenly remembered what had happened before. The previous night, they had planned to search Liu Quezi's residence, but they encountered a ghost wall halfway.

That ghost left a string of very small footprints.

And the handprint on the back of the photo studio owner didn't look big either, pitch black, as if it had been imprinted into the flesh.

Their previous guess was correct. This ghost should be a small child.

At least the body was.

The surrounding scene became more and more bizarre. Although he couldn't see light coming in, the room was shrouded in a faint halo.

It had a hazy feeling, as if separated by a layer of fog.

"Pa."

Just as Zhao Xingguo held his breath, suddenly, he was patted on the shoulder. He was so frightened that he jumped up on the spot, "Who, who the hell patted me?!"

But when he looked behind him, there was nothing.

The mental torment made his eyes red, and blood kept rushing to his head. Panting heavily, he kept changing the direction he was facing, trying to find the location of the ghost.

"Giggle."

"Da da da..."

"Giggle."

"Da da da..."

In the darkness, there was the sound of rapid footsteps. Whenever he followed the sound of the footsteps, he could only hear the child's brisk laughter, as if playing hide-and-seek with him.

But after listening to this laughter for a long time, it changed into a different feeling, like countless needles stabbing in his head. Zhao Xingguo felt his consciousness becoming more and more blurred.

This laughter was eroding his sanity.

In a trance, he felt his shoulder was very itchy. His hand uncontrollably scratched it, but the more he scratched, the itchier it became, right at the spot where he had just been patted.

It was as if something was moving inside, wriggling slowly through a layer of skin, as if it wanted to crawl out.

This discovery instantly made him much more energetic. A sense of extreme disgust rose from the bottom of his heart. He had never hated his body so much.

His face gradually became ferocious, and the strength in his hand became greater and greater. He even wanted to tear his skin open and then dig out the wriggling thing inside.

Throw it on the ground and stomp it to pieces.

Finally, after a "tearing" sound, he realized his wish. He stared at a large piece of skin in his hand.

It was what he had just torn off, from his shoulder.

But the strange thing was that there was no flesh or blood attached to it, not even a drop of blood.

He couldn't feel any pain. On the contrary, he felt particularly good from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't wait to tear off all the skin on his body.

"Itchy!" He squirmed his body in pain, "So itchy!"

That feeling was as if he wanted to squeeze his entire body out of the broken wound. Zhao Xingguo's remaining sanity became less and less, thinner and thinner.

In his dying moments, he vaguely heard a calling sound.

"Zhao Xingguo."

The voice of the person who came was very light. Zhao Xingguo instinctively felt full of trust in the voice. He took stiff steps and walked towards the source of the voice.

The strange thing was that the voice seemed to come from all directions, but every time Zhao Xingguo was about to stop and confirm the direction, the calling sound would ring out on time.

"Zhao Xingguo."

"Zhao Xingguo."

"Zhao Xingguo."

...

Finally, Zhao Xingguo walked to the side of a wall and stopped. The sound was coming from here.

In front of him... were piles of paper money and ingots like a small mountain. There were also several paper figures and paper horses standing in the corner, covered with white streamers.

Suddenly, for the first time, there was wind in the enclosed space. The thin paper money was blown up by the wind, flying all over the sky, and the paper figures and paper horses were also blown over.

But... there was one exception among the paper figures.

It stood there from beginning to end. Only after the two paper figures in front of it were blown down did it reveal itself.

Wearing a green melon-shaped hat and a bright red festive paper coat, paired with a pale face, under the exaggerated and rough eyebrows were a pair of wide-open, bloodshot eyes.

This was a living person!

No, it should be said that he used to be a living person. Now he was a cold corpse, just dressed up like a paper figure.

It was the young man who brought them here!

Unexpectedly, he was left here.

Judging from his miserable appearance now, it was obvious that he had been dead for some time.

The next moment, the man who had been dead for a long time suddenly raised his head, his originally stiff face twitched, the corners of his eyes raised, his mouth opened mechanically, revealing a strange smiling face that Zhao Xingguo was all too familiar with.

His throat wriggled a few times, and then, an extremely discordant sound came from deep in his throat: "Zhao Xingguo."

As the sound came out, Zhao Xingguo's shoulders became even itchier, and a rustling sound came from his shoulders.

Through the wound, he could see that what was wriggling inside was not flesh and blood, but clusters of dry straw.

More and more straw pierced out from all parts of Zhao Xingguo's body. He was like a hedgehog covered in thorns, but he still insisted on walking forward.

Step by step, taking stiff steps.

At the last moment, he suddenly put his hand into the young man's mouth. Then, as if he had touched something, Zhao Xingguo's originally scattered eyes suddenly focused.

His hand seemed to have entered another space. More than half of his arm was stuck in the young man's mouth. This was completely inexplicable in reality.

After he slowly pulled out his entire arm, a straw figure appeared in his right hand. The workmanship was rough, and Zhao Xingguo tightly grasped the straw figure's neck.

Like a toy, the straw figure was well-behaved and motionless.

"Finally... I caught you!"