My House of Horrors

Little red, thin hands pressed against the cold, worn coffin.

When Jiangbei touched the red coffin, all the monsters on their knees in the centre of the village stopped crying and a deformed, horrible face slowly rose.

“Help me!” Jiang Bell screamed, his face couldn't see the cuteness of the past and his expression was a little scary.

“Boom!”

Heavy solid coffin cover smashed to the ground and everyone looked into the coffin.

In a big red coffin, lying a woman.

Wet black hair on a weak body, her skin is pale, the five officials Zhou Zheng Zheng, the eyebrows are English, can't be said to look good, but it gives a special feeling.

“You guys hold off for a while.” Jiangbei walked into the red coffin and stared at the woman in the coffin.

All the villagers in the village center stood up and spoke the local dialect, showing ecstasy on one face.

“What delays do you want me to take?” Chen Song looked back at Jiang Bell and was shocked again.

Jiangjing lifted her hair and her back skull was missing a bone, which collapsed into her scalp.

“Is this the only deformity on Jiangbei? ”

Stepping forward, Jiangbei applied her blood to the woman's hand and grabbed her hand and placed it behind her head.

Blood filaments burst out of the woman's hand and into Jiangbei's head along that boneless gap.

“What's she doing? Was she reborn into a bell, or was she just attached to it? ”

The ugly, deformed villagers saw the sleeping women in the coffin, and they rushed this way like crazy.

“I hate kids!” Chen Guo removed the crushed hammer from his backpack and protected it in front of the red coffin, feeling that he would soon be torn apart.

Looking at all kinds of freaky monsters coming in, Chen Song was also a little panicked. At this time, besides trying his best, he could only shout Zhang Ya in his heart.

The fierce monster was about to tear up Chan Gong and the coffin behind him. A smile suddenly appeared in the blood fog: “At this juncture of life and death, the ghost did not come out to help you. It seems that she is indeed asleep. ”

A red wave filled with faces scattered the blood mist, knocking Chen Song and the surrounding villagers apart.

“Talk absurdly about the Association's red coat!” Chen Gong was just rubbed off and his body was frozen.

He looked at the cold left hand, the situation was urgent, he could only cover his head with his hands, and the position of his elbow was touched by the red jacket.

“I've been following you, just waiting for this moment.” The monster full of people's faces regrouped and walked out behind it a man in a black robe, who parked next to the red coffin and stared at Chen Song: “I didn't expect to see you again so soon. ”

And finally, the black robe changed his voice, and he was imitating the jumper.

“Turns out it's you.” Chen Gong also has a card on his body, which is the ability of Ying Big Years, but he dares not use it randomly, because he has seen this ability before, and is probably ready.

“With an arrow double carved, our goal is to include you. You're too dangerous to live in this city.” The Black Robe took out a small bottle of blood from his sleeve, half a bottle of blood, and he swayed gently, and the blood climbed out of the myriad of red and black lines: “Enjoy your freedom for a little while longer, it's your turn. ”

Blood-faced red blocked the insane villagers, the black robe man had no bullshit, opened the bottle cap, and slanted the bottle over the head of the river bell.

“These blood silks are the most precious things we found behind the door, and they're endless, hiding the biggest secrets of red.” The situation was completely controlled by a black robe, his eyes staring out at the blood filaments that were crawling in the bottle, and his attention was highly focused: “As long as he was caught in these filaments, even a red coat could not escape. ”

Chen Gong stared at the bottle in the hand of the black robe, and the blood thread slipped down the wall of the bottle, touching Jiangbell's hair.

“If the ritual between Jiangbell and the ghost is interrupted, it's even harder to leave.” Chen Gong patted his backpack and turned around and gently touched the white cat's head: “The time has come to live and die. Go get rid of his bottle later. Remember, it's the bottle in your hand! ”

Chen Gong raised his finger to the palm of the black robe. When he had a cat for a thousand days, Chen Gong himself was not sure if the white cat understood him.

Those blood silks are likely to affect the Red Spirit's intelligence. Once the female ghost is controlled by the black robe, there is no chance of turning the plate again tonight, so Chen Song can only spell it once and use all the props and ghosts on his body to preserve Jiangbell and the woman in the coffin.

There was not much time left for Chen Gong, nor was he a hesitant man. As the blood thread was about to go into the girl's back brain, he grabbed the broken hammer and flushed it all towards the black robe!

“Not on your own.” The man in the black robe didn't move, his fingers held a fixed position.

When Chen Gong rushed two or three meters away, the red clothes filled with faces escaped from the villagers' siege and stopped in front of Chen Gong with a funny smile.

“Big year! ”

The uncle in the comic book also seemed to know that if he didn't help at this time, he would have to play with himself, and he picked up the pen and painted the red coat on the paper.

The last one was completed, the red coat full of faces paused for a moment, Chen Song's footsteps continued, the hammer hit the black robe man, this is a rare opportunity!

“Same mistake, I won't make a second.” The black robe man's free hand grabbed a large amount of paper man and spilled it out.

The paper men screamed at Chen Song and tried to climb onto him.

The movement was obstructed, the red jacket full of faces had returned to normal and the situation was critical, but at this time, Chen Song was unprecedented in calm. He grabbed the backpack and pointed it at the black robe man and threw it directly over him.

“It's unobstructed.” The black robe guarded the bottle and grabbed the backpack with his spare hand, but he just grabbed the strap and suddenly a white shadow appeared inside!

Forgive him for creating so many strange conversations, but this moment also stunned: “What is it? ”

The endangered white cat had no idea what Chen Gong was talking about. It just felt that the bottle gave it a strange feeling.

The white cat jumped from the black robe and ran straight onto the roof.

“Cat?! ”

The crazy, deformed villagers in the center of the village, as well as the black robe and Chen Song, were all attracted to the white cat on the roof, who was completely incompatible with the white fur and this bloody red world.

“Well done!” Chan Sing shouted, but what happened next stunned him too.

With the bottle in his mouth, the white cat crooked its head and looked at the group below. Its little head swayed left and right. As a result, it had slipped into the blood filament at the mouth of the bottle and fell directly into its mouth.

After swallowing it, the white cat didn't seem to know the bottle was empty, staring into poor Baba's eyes, as if looking for Chen Song.