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Chapter 6
After chatting for a few words, Lu Feng directly clicked on the link, and soon, the screen jumped.

"This is actually a large forum of supernatural nature."

After the screen jump was over, Lu Feng discovered that this was actually a supernatural gathering forum.

Originally, this might be a forum only for ghost lovers.

Discuss some ghost stories, blow water or something by the way.

But later, as the world undergoes some unimaginable changes.

Here, too, has become a posting forum for supernatural events.

According to what Bald Bianqiang said, the server of this forum is located outside the country.

There are a lot of forum posts, and some posts are updated from time to time.

Looking through these posts, Lu Feng's eyes were mainly focused on the word Youcheng.

On the third page, it really led him to a post.

"There seems to be something dirty in the house. I have invited two masters, but it is useless. I have inquired from many sources. I heard that there are many capable people in the forum. I hope that some experts will take the initiative. Coordinates in Youcheng..."

Seeing the title, Lu Feng clicked in without hesitation.

In the post, the post owner is telling some basic information.

The abnormality at home appeared three nights ago.

Every night, after everyone in the family has rested, there will be a footstep in the silent corridor.

At first, the post owner thought it was someone at home who got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and didn't care much.

But for two days in a row, the sound of footsteps appeared in the middle of the night on time.

In an exceptionally quiet environment, it is very clear and pleasant to the ears.

Da da da……

The post owner, who was awakened continuously, shouted at the top of his voice: "Who is it?"

Unexpectedly, after shouting this sentence, the footsteps that had always existed...disappeared.

The drowsy postmaster suddenly lost most of his drowsiness, got up and leaned against the head of the bed, and turned on the bedside lamp.

"Who's outside?"

The postmaster continued to ask.

Still no one answered, except for the words of the post owner's inquiry, the surroundings were as quiet as a ghost.

It seemed that the sound of footsteps just now...was just an auditory hallucination, and it never really appeared at all.

"Hey!"

The post owner gave a heavy hey, which can be regarded as embarrassing himself.

Then, the post master put on a coat, got out of bed and opened the bedroom door.

In the corridor, it was pitch black, and everything was hidden in the darkness, looming.

pat!

Turn on the switch on the wall, and the post owner looked up into the corridor...

The entire corridor was empty, without any human figure at all.

A gust of night wind blows from the corridor window, making the post owner standing at the door shiver uncontrollably.

Afterwards, the coat he was wearing also slipped to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Cursing in a low voice, the post master leaned over, picked up the coat on the ground, turned off the light, turned back to the bedroom, and locked the door.

Originally, the post owner thought that this should just be over.

Unexpectedly, two hours later, when he was in a daze, the footsteps echoing in the corridor...appeared again!

In the early morning of the next day, the post owner spent money to invite a famous master from nearby to come over to exorcise evil spirits.

After a lot of hard work, the master left with all the hard work, the post owner thought he could sleep well.

But unexpectedly, that night, the sound of footsteps in the corridor appeared again.

……

For three consecutive nights, the post owner was tortured by this strange footsteps.

The master invited two or three, but it didn't work at all.

They still took the money, and the sound of footsteps in the middle of the night still existed.

Whenever the post owner had the courage to open the door, there was nothingness and silence outside.

A few days passed, the post owner's family was also very tired, and everyone's complexion became a lot worse.

That's why, many people inquired about the address of the supernatural forum, and came to post, hoping that some experts would help.

After reading the whole post, Lu Feng called the number according to the phone number left above.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Hello." There was a weak voice on the other end of the phone.

Of course, no matter who it is, it is probably the case that it has been tortured for several days by a strange footstep that can be heard but not seen.

Lu Feng didn't talk nonsense, and called out his name: "I saw your message on the forum..."

In the microphone, there was silence for two seconds.Then, there was a rapid and heavy breathing sound.

"Are you here to help me with this matter?"

"Yes."

In a two-story building, a middle-aged man with a haggard face couldn't help but sit up straight and said, "I hear your voice, it seems that you are not very old?"

"Hmm." Thinking that the tall people are generally taciturn, Lu Feng also maintained a cold attitude.

"Are you sure you want to take this order?" The middle-aged man smiled wryly: "You also saw what I said in the post, master or something, I searched for several, but it didn't work."

"If it doesn't work, I won't charge a penny."

Middle-aged man: "..."

Hearing such a cold and proud tone, the middle-aged man actually developed a trace of trust.

After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man nodded and said, "Then I will trouble you to go to Binhu Garden Community, 402."

After getting the exact address, Lu Feng hung up the phone, left the residence directly, and rushed to Binhu Garden Community.

The reason why he took up this task was because of the weird footsteps.

This kind of person who didn't directly enter the house to kill must be a kid who has not surpassed the third level of ghosts.

Of course, even if he failed to surpass the third level, a second-level kid cannot be dealt with by Lu Feng, who is at the first level of the yellow level.

This calls for another judgment.

It has been several days since the middle-aged man encountered strange footsteps.

For several days, although the voice of the middle-aged man revealed a weakness.

But there is still a trace of yang fire all over the body, and the yang fire has not been completely extinguished.

Judging from this, the weirdness in that corridor should not be very powerful.

There is a high probability that it is a ghost-level imp.

I took a taxi downstairs, opened the co-pilot's door, and Lu Feng got on it: "Master, go to Binhu Garden."

"Okay, sit still." In response, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove straight.

After half an hour, he successfully arrived at the destination, paid the fare, and Lu Feng got off.

Standing at the gate of Binhu Garden Community, Lu Feng found that this is a relatively high-end community.

Most of the houses inside are in the shape of two-story villas.

He took out his phone and called the middle-aged man again.

After getting the answer that he would come out immediately, Lu Feng stood at the gate of the community and waited quietly.

A few minutes later, a figure hurried out of the community, came to Lu Feng, and asked, "Are you Mr. Ye?"

Mr. Ye is naturally Lu Feng's pseudonym.

"I am." Nodding, Lu Feng said.

"Mr. Ye, please follow me." After confirming his identity, the middle-aged man led Lu Feng into the community.

(End of this chapter)