C5 (1/2)

As soon as he finished speaking, the cop felt like he was in a bad mood. He looked at Fang Zishu as if he were a monster. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

In the past when he was digging outside, he had touched quite a few corpses. However, he did not dare to hold them in his hands for too long as he was afraid of incurring the wrath of others.

Fang Zishu's way of drawing talismans with the blood essence of his ancestors was something he did not even dare to think about.

Without paying attention to what the note felt like, he walked up to the staircase and looked up. The note wanted to rush over and hand the flashlight, but it was stopped by the book on the side of the road.

At the top of the stairs, there was a bloody footprint. It was not big, just like a woman's foot. However, the blood had already flowed down along the corner of the stairs and dripped onto the floor, making a ”drip” sound.

”Alright, let's move away from this staircase.” After waving at the police officer, Fang Zhushu pulled him to a table by the counter and sat down. The table was covered in dust and dirt.

The note wanted to slap it, but when it saw that there was no movement from the book, it withdrew its hand.

”What's going on?”

”This abode has an owner, we're being rude.” Although Fang Zishu's expression was still abnormal, compared to before, it had eased up by a lot.

”Waiter, go get my backpack.”

The note then stood up from the chair and walked towards the door, leaving the book's backpack behind.

When he walked to the side of the backpack, he found that the blood was still flowing slowly, and a large area of the floor was already soaked. From time to time, a few blisters would appear on the floor, proving that this was not the two layers he was looking at on the surface.

Although they were very curious, after experiencing the previous incident, the police were already fearful of the building, afraid that they would be exposed to unclean things. If even the prescription books were unable to deal with it, then it would be troublesome.

When he walked over with the backpack, the book had already left the table and was standing behind the counter, staring at something with great interest.

After putting down the backpack and lighting the camping oil lamp, the note came to Fang Zhisu's side, wanting to see what he had discovered.

On the counter, there was actually a book. Although the book was covered by a thick layer of dust, just by looking at the cover, the two of them could tell that this book was extraordinary.

”The black dog's skin is the seal, and it's a big one.” Fang Zishu didn't touch the book, but stood off to the side, clicking his tongue in amazement.

”It's just a black dog. It's just a bunch of black dogs out on the streets. What kind of dog is this?” In this gloomy and eerie residence, the police still felt that it was safer to be near the prescription book. Although he was following the script book's words, his eyes would occasionally drift towards the stairs, afraid of another shadow appearing there.

”If it's an ordinary black dog, then there's no need to explain any further. However, to be able to live in such a dark place and not rot for many years, with such a slippery surface, how could it be an ordinary black dog? ”

Fang Zishu didn't seem to realize that he was still in a dangerous environment. Instead, he stretched out his hand to gently brush away the dust on the surface of the book.

”According to the ancient annals, there is a spiritual pet in this world that can track people for thousands of miles. It is called Xiao Tian.”