The northwest corner is the bathroom!

I gasped heavily, covering my chest, squatting on the floor, and quickly locked the door.

The next moment, I heard a heavy male voice behind me:

"Tong Tong, what are you doing here?"

I was so scared that I dropped my phone on the floor, trembling as I turned back.

My dad was sitting on the toilet, his voice trembling.

"Dad, why are you here too?"

I swallowed hard, looking at my dad's face, which seemed to have aged a lot, his hair whitened, and many inexplicable wrinkles on his face.

"Dad, run! Mom has become a ghost! This place has become haunted!"

My mom's wailing cry came from outside the room again, I didn't care to think too much, I quickly grabbed my dad's hand.

"Let's run, we need to run! Just now someone told me, there's a glimmer of hope in the northwest corner!"

"Tong Tong, you..."

But my dad just stood there dumbfounded, tears streaming down his face, refusing to leave with me.

This was too abrupt.

I knew my dad would not easily accept this.

"Okay."

My dad dried his tears, followed behind me.

I didn't know where my mom had gone, her wailing cry echoing throughout the hallway.

I carefully led my dad, searching for the glimmer of hope that Jue Jue Zi mentioned.

But there was nothing!

Only my dad was in the northwest corner!

Could it be?

I felt something was amiss, I turned to look at my dad, "Dad, when did you come? Were you with mom?"

But my dad just shook his head gently:

He's lying!

I immediately became alert.There has always been only me at home!

Could it be that my dad has also died?

I clutched my head tightly, feeling like my brain was being torn apart, I squatted down, letting out a painful groan.

Seeing me like this, my dad squatted down, holding me in his arms with a pained look, tears streaming down his eyes uncontrollably.

"Ah!"

But I felt like my dad's hand was as hot as a stove!

I screamed and pushed my dad away in a hurry.

Where my dad had just held me, there were black scars, as if burnt.

Seeing me like this, my dad was a bit at a loss, he hurriedly reached out to me.

But this time, white smoke rose from my body.

No!

I covered my arm in pain, trembling as I stood up, took a few steps back, and looked at my dad warily.

My dad stood there, looking at the burnt marks on my body, sighed deeply:

He took out a small knife from his pocket, cut his arm.

A little blood flowed from his arm, but strangely, his hands were full of scars, as if he often cut himself with a knife.

There's blood!

My dad is indeed human!

Then why did I get burnt by my dad?

I tentatively reached out my hand, cautiously held my dad's hand again.

But this time, I didn't feel the burning sensation.

I remembered something I had read online before, that a man's Yang energy is double that of a woman, especially for middle-aged men, the blood and vitality in their bodies can expel ghosts and evil spirits.

Yes, this is the glimmer of hope that Jue Jue Zi mentioned!

I can use the blood and vitality in my dad's body to escape from this house!

"Dad, let's hurry! Mom will come to kill us soon."

I pulled my dad and continued to run around the house.

But I didn't notice that my dad's hair had turned even whiter compared to before.

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