C33 (1/2)

Killed two in a row, and there's still one more. I'll see how many you have. I, Fan Lao San, will kill as many as I can!

The third brother held a bloody wooden stool in his hand, his face filled with a murderous intent. His eyes narrowed as he charged towards the ghost lady.

However, just as Fan Lao San moved his leg, the ghost girl suddenly changed, becoming his own mother. She stood in front of him, tears streaming down her face as she cried, ”My child, what are you doing? How come you've even killed your wife and child?” ”What a sin …”

Fan Lao San laughed coldly, cursing out loud, ”You damned ghost, one moment you're pretending to be my child, another moment you're pretending to be my wife, and now you're acting like my mother. Do you think I won't recognize you?” ”Go to hell!”

Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian had already raised the leg of the bench in his hand and was about to stab at her chest. With all his strength, he stabbed the bloody stick into her chest, causing her to stare at him with wide, unfathomable eyes. She would never believe that her own son would actually make a move on her. Was he crazy?

That's right, Fan Lao San had already gone mad, he felt that the surroundings were filled with evil spirits, illusions created by those evil spirits, used to confuse him.

Fan Lao San's mother trembled, blood gushing from her mouth before finally shouting, ”Ah, child …”

His body softly fell to the ground and he died on the spot.

Fan Xian laughed out loud, once again pulling the bloody stick out of his mother's chest. Looking around, his eyes were filled with madness and ruthlessness as he shouted, ”Who else!”

A chilly wind blew in all directions, and small whirlwinds swirled around the room. In the late autumn, the winds were fierce, but Third Brother Fan did not feel cold. His head was covered in a layer of hot sweat from his killing intent.

The third brother narrowed his eyes as he looked around the room.

All of a sudden, a burst of ghastly laughter floated over from all directions, as if it was right next to his ear.

Old Fan was gnashing his teeth, while Old Fan was fuming with rage.

He shouted again, ”If you have the ability to do so, come out. Don't hide there. See if I, Fan Lao San, won't beat you to death!”

Just as Fan Lao San shouted this, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring coldly at him from behind, as if there was a chill in the air. This time, Fan Lao San felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

He slowly turned around. First he saw a blood-red robe, then he saw a face as pale as paper, and then he saw the strange smile that hung on that face.

The red-clothed female ghost appeared once again. The third brother opened his mouth wide and grinned at the red-clothed female ghost. He raised the bloody stool leg in his hand once more and stabbed at the red-clothed female ghost.

But this time, the third brother didn't stab at anything, and the red-robed female ghost suddenly disappeared.

Following that, another miserable laugh could be heard from behind him. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. He said to Fan Xian, ”Look at the people lying on the ground. Who are they …”

Fan Xian turned his head, and the female ghost in red stood behind him with an extremely loathsome smile as she stared at him with her slightly reddened eyes.

Fan Lao San's entire body suddenly quivered, and the violent feelings in his heart disappeared. His heart ached for a moment, and when he looked up again, the red-clothed female ghost was nowhere to be seen.