My House of Horrors

Old Wei and Master Bai shut up at the same time, and they held their breath and hid.

Chen Guo grabbed the hammer handle in the backpack and put his eyes on the door seam.

In the long dark streets, there is a faint cold light approaching.

“What is that thing? ”

The bleak white light stopped outside the door and sewed into the courtyard.

“Creaking...”

The door was pushed open, there was nothing outside the old house, no one could be seen on the street, the only change was an extra white paper lantern at the door of the house.

When Chen Gong and the three of them entered the old house, there was no such thing on the door.

In this strange village, paper lanterns seem to have a special meaning.

“They're coming in? ”

White paper lanterns shed a bleak white light, and while there was no one in the yard, two tall, one short, three shadows appeared on the ground.

They swayed in the yard as if they had not found three outsiders hiding in the house.

The wind blows through, the door closes automatically, and when the bleak white light disappears outside the door, three weirdos with their heads down appear.

They pressed their heads against their chests, lowered their heads, clamped their feet, and walked like they were jumping forward.

The messy hair covered his face, and the clothes on his body were dilapidated, stained with blood and smelled like stink.

“It smells just like the third ward! Have they ever entered the world behind the door?” Chen Quo made a gesture to hide old Wei and Bai.

Three weirdos stood in the middle of the yard, just like Chen Gong guessed, two adults with a child, and they stood in strange positions, leaning forward as if they were going to crash into the house at any time.

The atmosphere was a little heavy, and as time went by, the three weirdos outside seemed to feel something, moving forward at the same time, walking in a very strange way to the main entrance.

Just across the door, Chan Song can already see the pattern on each other's clothes through the door.

Three shadows did not enter the house directly, and they parked at the door.

Two adults drooped their heads low and motionless, the youngest child, holding a paper man in his hand, he kept tearing debris from the paper man with his fingernails, tearing only a little at a time, and the paper man in his hand seemed to have survived, his expression was painful and he was crying for forgiveness.

But not only did the child not stop, but he also made a stunning laugh and tortured the paper man with more “interesting” means.

“There seems to be a name on the paper man.” Chen Gong had pubic eyes and could barely see clearly. He seemed to have seen that name on the paper man in Lin Guan Village.

“Isn't this paper man Lin Guancun's missing people? ”

There are some villagers in Linguan Village who fled the village alive, but nobody knows the real reason for their escape except themselves.

The ghosts outside the door stayed for about a few seconds, and they seemed to want to make sure there was no one in the house, and one of the ghosts walked by the window.

Chen Gong clearly saw that the person's head was sticking to the window, quietly opened the wooden window, and the sticky hair dropped down. It seemed like it was ready to stick its head in!

At this moment, Old Wei was squatting under the window, and he had no idea that he was right over his head, and there was another person's head.

Chen Gong looked at Wei and his face did not change color.

Old Wei stared at Chen Gong, thinking everything was fine and still holding his position.

The sticky dark hair rubbed against Wei's neck. He felt itchy and stretched his hand to scratch.

Old Wei's arm almost rubbed the face over his head. The white master hid behind the coffin looked at all of this in his eyes. His teeth closed and his lips were broken, and he stroked desperately towards old Wei Bi.

I don't think Wei himself feels right. He shifted his gaze away from Chen Gong and looked at Master Bai.

The White Master behind the coffin stretched out a finger and kept pointing up. He moved a little big.

“Me up there?” Old Wei reached out and touched his head. He found nothing. He saw that Master Bai was still holding his finger up, and he also raised his hand up.

Chen Song behind the door grabbed the crushed skull hammer. He had planned to wait until half the men came in, but seeing old Wei like this, he probably couldn't wait.

Similar to what Chan expected, old Wei was under the command of Master Bai, his hand lifted a few centimeters up. His fingertips touched something and it felt cold.

His neck was a little stiff, and old Wei looked up a little bit.

He leaned his head back, opposite the man with his head hanging down.

“Do it! ”

By pressing the repeater switch, Chen Guo took out the broken skull hammer and threw it directly into the window over old Wei's head!

Almost at the same time, three ghosts outside the door attacked through the door and the window, respectively.

The closest man to old Wei's mouth was ripped open and the blood filament was pouring, and it bit into old Wei's face.

Suddenly, the last second I was wondering what exactly Wei had on my head, I couldn't even react.

He even had just appeared scared emotions, and when his mouth was open and he was about to scream, a loud hammer flew directly over his head!

“Boom!”

Chen Song didn't save his hand at all. After the shattered hammer threw out, he directly hit the man's ghost face and even flew out with a wooden window frame!

“My God...” Old Wei Wei's mouth hasn't closed yet. Chen Guo has kicked out the door and stood in front of him a man in a red coat.

The ghosts in the window were smashed, and the other two ghosts found someone in the house, all raised their heads, and the pale dead face showed a gloomy expression, they instinctively wanted to rush into the house, and Chen Song came out at this time.

The two sides met positively, colliding directly with each other, very suddenly starting and ending very quickly.

Within a few seconds of midnight, Xu Yan had fallen one of the ghosts.

His wounds dripped with blood. Xu Yangxiao was insane. He had never left a habit of being alive. Both ghosts quickly turned into blood spots on his clothes.

On the ground on all fours, chasing outward, the last ghost was pushed down by him as he was about to escape the door.

The whole process lasted only a dozen seconds, and the only thing Chen Song did during this time was turn around and close the door to the main hall.

“Xu Yan seems to be getting stronger again. ”

Blood staggered coat affixed to the body, Xu Yan seemed to be a lonely pianist, and his long five fingers swayed gently to hide the blood.

The shadow disappeared and Chan Gong turned off the repeater.

“What just happened?!” Old Wei and Master Bai ran out of the house one after the other, and they were all sweaty and panicked.

“I don't know.” Chen Gong opened his hand: “By the time I chased him out, the three shadows had escaped. ”

He pointed to the open door and picked up the crushed hammer on the ground: "We should be more careful, it's a little loud, and there are probably other monsters coming. ”

“You still know prudence?” Old Wei covered his head. He looked at Chen Singer's crushed skull hammer. I can hardly believe it was this thing that flew over his head.