After the wool was completely soaked in the chicken blood, I took it out to dry, pinched one end of the wool, and let the other end hang into the toilet... I put the wool down little by little, pinched it, and pointed calmly.

I was holding the wool and reciting the mantra silently. Suddenly, I felt the wool tremble, and I pulled it upward slightly, but it didn't pull, as if it was bitten by something...

I took a deep breath and pulled the wool up little by little. After a while, I pulled a dead mouse out of the toilet along with the wool...

"Holy shit, how could this thing exist? How could it still bite the wool after it's dead?" Yang Shujun asked in shock.

I pondered and didn't answer. Seeing the strange look of this mouse, Xiaoqing turned pale with fright, and Chenxing also changed her color a little.

"This rat climbed up along the sewer pipe. Did you pour anything into the toilet last night?" I looked at Yang Shujun and Xiaoqing.

"Things...things..." Xiaoqing muttered, 'Ah', then jumped, "I remembered it!"

I bent down and stroked my chest, "Can you stop being so startled? What did you remember?"

"My dad was not feeling well last night. I helped him go to the toilet to vomit, but he forgot to flush the toilet."

"Your dad?" I frowned.

"Uh-huh."

"Come on, take me to see him."

The old man still lived in that side room, lying on the bed with his eyes half closed and half open, as if he was about to die. There was a strong smell of medicine in the room.

"Old man, are you feeling better lately?"

I whispered loudly into his ear, but there was no response at all.

"Go and get the things I used to start the game." I said to Xiaoqing.

I played a game based on the old man's birth date and helped him measure his fate, and I couldn't help but feel a thump in my heart.

"Weird...so weird..."

"What's wrong?" Yang Shujun asked.
Chapter completed!