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The man in the suit was looking in the direction of the community wall.

The situation of the community here is somewhat similar to that of the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants. Several communities are connected together, separated by walls made of iron railings and small roads.

There is a green belt inside the wall, and some even have trees planted. The trees have grown so tall, or they have ivy growing on them, turning the iron railings into vine walls.

The sounds of footsteps and breathing came from behind the green belt.

Some erotic conjectures emerged in the man's mind, and those conjectures also entered my mind.

I don't have this idea.

At this moment, I still didn't feel the yin energy, but I knew that behind the green belt was the ghost that the man in the suit had mentioned.

The man in the suit just stopped for a moment, glanced twice, then hummed and continued walking forward.

I stared at the green belt. Sure enough, before the man in suit walked to the corner, a figure rushed out.

The staggering running man passed through big trees, shrubs and iron railings and appeared directly on the road.

His hair was messy, as if it hadn't been taken care of for a long time. The clothes he was wearing were also a bit casual, with a baggy short-sleeved shirt and wrinkled trousers, which looked like they were not valuable items at first glance. The bags under his eyes were so heavy that they were almost black, and the flesh on his cheeks was about to fall off his face.

This is what a down-and-out middle-aged man looks like.

However, he is different from ordinary middle-aged people. His dark skin was exposed beneath the baggy shirt. The black skin bulged one after another, like some kind of instrument, constantly expanding and contracting, performing violent and regular movements.

When he turned around and faced me head-on, I could see clearly what that piece of black was.

Those are his lungs.

The black lungs seemed to be flowing out of thick water, leaving traces on the shirt. As the middle-aged man breathes, the two lungs sometimes contract and sometimes expand.

In addition to the two lungs, the middle-aged man's liver, spleen and kidneys are also printed on his shirt. However, these organs are smaller than the lungs and he is slightly stooped, which covers those organs.

The middle-aged man rushed out, and his breathing naturally echoed in the street.

The man in the suit stopped and turned his head.

For a moment, one person and one ghost looked at each other.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and so was the man in the suit.

"Hey, you are..." the man in the suit blurted out, still staring at the middle-aged man, and his eyes slowly moved to the middle-aged man's body.

The black lungs were so conspicuous that the words the man in the suit blurted out were stuck in his throat.

The middle-aged man rushed towards the man in the suit and stretched out his hand to him.

"Ah!" The man in the suit shouted, turned around and ran away.

His fear passed into my consciousness, but my attention was focused on the middle-aged man.

He is afraid! Even more frightened than the man in the suit!

And beneath the footsteps of the man in the suit, I heard another footsteps.

The footsteps were unhurried, leisurely and steady, but they were getting closer.

I looked behind the middle-aged man.

I don't know when, a shadow appeared there.

In the sky, mist drifted, and the moon appeared and disappeared.

The shadow is like moonlight, but people can clearly see that it is approaching the middle-aged man.

Just as the man in the suit ran to the corner, after turning a corner, the shadow had already touched the middle-aged man's feet. Shadow's hands stretched out and made a grabbing motion. The running middle-aged man's eyes widened, and the look of fear on his face reached its peak.

The moonlight was obscured by clouds and fog at this moment, and the street became dark, but the place where the middle-aged man was was even darker than the surroundings.

At this moment, I couldn't feel my heartbeat or breathing, and I no longer felt the fear of the man in the suit.

In the darkness, the middle-aged man's body slowly disappeared, as if being swallowed by darkness.

Suddenly, the darkness dissipated and light came.

I found myself in a bright interior.

The man in a suit was changing his shoes in the entrance hall, dragged his steps into the living room, and threw himself into the sofa. He sat for a while, wiped the sweat from his head, and took a deep breath.

Something doesn't feel right to me.

It wasn't the jump in the dream that made me feel wrong, but something was wrong with the man in the suit in front of me. There seems to be something different about him.

The man in the suit behaved very normally. I took out my phone, clicked a few times, and then started typing. His expression is quite rich, sometimes he grins, sometimes he stares and gasps. When he finished, he threw the phone on the sofa and relaxed.

I looked at his phone.

He didn't notice it himself, but I could see it clearly standing next to him. The phone fell from his hand and passed through his fingers before landing on the sofa.

I'll watch the man in the suit again. He knew nothing about it, he was still concentrating with his eyes closed, and seemed to be gradually falling asleep.

My head is a little foggy.

What happened after Ye Qing killed the middle-aged man? Why is this man in a suit dead?

At the beginning of the dream, I thought... I thought Ye Qing had done something to make... But now...

I was a little confused. The state of the man in the suit seemed similar to the Yi Huan I had dreamed about before and the Ye Xin Qingye met. They have all become existences between ghosts and ordinary souls. They have no way to reincarnate, and they have not completely turned into ghosts. However, compared to Ye Xin and Yi Huan, this man in a suit is a little different. He didn't seem to realize that he was...dead...

I stared at him for a long time, and he really fell asleep. His head rested on the sofa, and his body slowly tilted, sliding down against the sofa until his whole body fell on the sofa.

At this moment, he seemed to be awakened, and he stood up in a daze and went to the bathroom.

I couldn't help but follow him.

There is a mirror in the bathroom.

The man in the suit didn't even look in the mirror, his eyelids were always drooped.

I didn't see the reflection of the man in the suit in the mirror.

He had indeed turned into a ghost.

After coming out of the toilet, the man in the suit went to the bedroom.

His bedroom door was closed, I turned the door handle, turned on the light, and the small room appeared in my sight.

A very ordinary room, the home decoration is consistent with the living room, but it is not the style of young people, but a bit old-fashioned.

I was following this man in a suit when a door opened next to me.

"Sun Bin? Are you back?" A man about the same age as the man in the suit walked out, looking like he had just woken up, "Where is he?"

"Yeah. Sorry. I'm going to sleep." The man in the suit replied.

The man had already gone to the bathroom, turned off the lights in the living room, and stood at the door of the man in the suit's bedroom.

"Sun Bin?" He looked towards the balcony.

The man in the suit was changing into his pajamas and was surprised when he saw this, "What are you doing?"

The man frowned and didn't even look at the man in the suit. He took a look at the balcony, then turned around in confusion and looked around. He opened the closet door with some caution, glanced inside, then bent down to look under the table and bed.

"What happened? Where is the person?" the man said, returning to his room.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The man in the suit chased after him.

The man was already holding the cell phone and making a call. He didn't listen to the phone, but turned on the speakerphone. He took the phone and went to the bathroom and kitchen to make sure there was no one in either room.

The man in the suit stared at the mobile phone in the man's hand. The name displayed on it is "Sun Bin". He looked at the sofa. There was his mobile phone there, but the screen was dark and there was no movement.

The man in the suit tremblingly picked up the phone and turned on the screen. Suddenly, an incoming call notification popped up on the screen.

The ringtone of the cell phone echoed in the room, but the man didn't react at all.

The man in the suit swiped the screen and answered the phone.

"Hey, Sun Bin, have you been back?" The man's voice came from the man in the suit and the receiver of the mobile phone, like a stereo sound.

I heard such a voice and felt the panic sweeping through the heart of the man in the suit.

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