But Lin Mo knew that this was impossible to happen.

Unless these people were contaminated by nightmares when they died, they could exist in nightmares.

But this is not actually the case.

When most of them die, the nightmare has not yet come, and there is still a big difference between the nightmare and the ghost body produced by normal death.

There is no doubt that these kind-hearted neighbors are nightmares.

Lin Mo would not be wrong about this.

After all, he is a special expert of the General Administration. If he doesn't even have this bit of vision, then he shouldn't mess around.

But if it was a nightmare, how could he be so kind, with no resentment or malice at all.

Without these, they would not be born.

It's like there are only tomatoes and eggs. What comes out must be tomato scrambled eggs, but as a result, what comes out now is fish-flavored eggplant.

What's the problem?

Lin Mo stood aside and observed.

Slowly, Lin Mo discovered the problem.

In the air, there was a trace of vague resentment floating, and the place it floated happened to be the numerous talismans on the walls and ceiling of this house.

Lin Mo's heart moved.

Zuo Bai must know Fu Zhuan very well. Can't we just let him see what's fishy about this place?
Chapter completed!