My House of Horrors

As it deepened, there was a faint odor in the air, like garbage piled up for a long time, and nobody dealt with it.

The more you go in, the worse that smell gets.

Xu Yin and Cherry Red walked forward, Chen Song and the stench side-by-side in the middle of the team.

The malodor of being fat in shape tried to converge on the smell, and he seemed to be worried about being rejected by the old songs around him.

This child has always been like this in Chen's eyes. He has a body that smells bad all the time, but his heart is clean and unimaginable.

“If you're not feeling well, we're not moving forward.” Chen Gong whispered that he was constantly communicating with the stench and that he rarely forced his employees to do things they didn't like.

The head full of fat shook left and right, the flesh on his cheek trembled slightly, the stench did not refuse, the closer he approached the hallway, the sharper his face appeared.

“Don't force yourself, I'd rather you be a happy child than get the truth. You never felt happy in your life. It would be too painful if you were still tortured by obsession after death. ”

After a few minutes of walking, people came to the end of the corridor, and many of the students at the haunted school covered their mouths and noses. This place stinks.

That smell is hard to describe, it is no longer the smell that garbage rots can produce, as if it were not scattered in the air, but directly into a person's body, making a person feel disgusted and resistant from the heart.

All “people" are a little unbearable. Not only does the stench not feel uncomfortable, but it is also a little solidified in the original imaginary body. The stench here is as if it were part of his body.

He used to throw away those stinks, and now those stinks are converging on him.

The smell around him is the worst, many students have avoided him far away, just like when he went to school a long time ago, no one wants to be friends with him, everyone is far away from him, he is just a joke that people use to make fun of, it is a joke about the vibrant atmosphere of others.

“Are you all right?” Chen Gong's hands gently rested on his stinky shoulder. With his body slightly solidified, Chen Gong's arms could no longer penetrate his stinky body. For the first time, he also felt the stinky body temperature - so cold that it was completely different from the stinky appearance.

No matter how far people hide, Chen Gong chooses to stand next to the stench, for no other reason, this is his employee.

Chen Gong's people actually have a lot of ghost employees, but he didn't ignore their feelings because the number of ghosts grew.

Each of these ghost employees is very important to Chan Song because he knows that whatever the reason, those ghosts now treat the Terror House as their home, which is the only home they have now.

“Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will face it with you. You already have a lot of friends. Everyone will stand with you forever. You will no longer have to bear anything alone. Let's fight together.” Chen Gong tried to touch the smelly head, but he found the smelly man too tall for him to touch.

Just as he was about to retract his hand, the stench of tall fat bent down very hard and his little eyes hidden in the fat twitched slightly a few times.

“You guys.” Chen Gong just wanted to comfort the stench. He patted the stench on his shoulder, stood next to the stench, and didn't go far.

“It's not for no reason that this place can be considered a forbidden place. If we let what's inside out, we're all going to suffer.” A student who later joined whispered that a lot of people were talking, and the old headmaster came to hope that Chen Song was discreet.

Everyone thinks that the core of the team is Chen Song, so just listen to Chen Song.

But what didn't occur to all of them was that Chen Song finally stopped at the door of the dorm with the stench, and he gave the choice to the stench: “Open the door or leave, you choose. ”

Many haunted school students are speculating on the relationship between bad smell and Chen Song. Only Bai Qiulin and Xu Yan are different. They are just a little moved in their hearts.

Standing at the deepest end of the corridor, ugly looking, obese stench stopped in place, as if petrified.

He lifted his hand and grabbed the door handle, but did not have the courage to turn.

Looking back, the dark corridor, standing in the corner himself, this scene appeared many years ago, he wanted to walk out of this room many times, but he hesitated when he looked up and saw the long corridor outside, thinking of that face.

This cabin was once the only place that belonged to him, the safest place for him until his most revered father died in this tiny dormitory.

The smell in the air became much heavier, and the stench hesitated for a long time. Five fingers pushed hard and pushed open the dormitory door.

The stink of stinking nose poured out of the room, many people subconsciously hiding away, at a time when all they stood behind the door were stinks, chants and Xu Yin.

Eventually, the dormitory was filled with all kinds of garbage, many of which had rotted and others had long been unrecognized.

As soon as the door opened, the garbage spilled directly onto the corridor and there was no footing in the house.

“Wow...”

The stench entered the house and he stepped on the garbage in the house, staring at a wardrobe in the corner of the house.

Chen Guo knew what was in the cabinet. He stopped the people behind him and did not disturb the stench.

All the stench in the house was familiar and he parked by his bed, waving his arms off the rubbish on the sheets and looking at the sheets hidden under the rubbish.

The worn sheets are covered in black and red stains.

The body trembled, and something he'd been avoiding appeared in front of him again.

The red on the sheets was in his eyes, giving him a little more scarlet in his eyes.

He made a strange sound in his throat, and the stench seemed to be because he hadn't spoken to anyone for too long, had forgotten how to say a complete sentence, his emotions were getting more and more excited, and finally his hands grabbed the sheets and tore them apart like crazy.

Fragments of sheets with black and red stains, like black snow, drifted in the room, the stench stood beside his bed, and the scene flashed in front of him.

He was getting louder and louder in his throat, like questioning and crying powerlessly.

Looking at the helpless stench in the house, Chen Gong closed the door gently. The stench should not want too many people to see themselves like this.

Narrow, dirty dormitories with only stench and chants left.

Standing quietly by the door, Chen Gong let the stench release his emotions, he felt he should be with the child at this time.

The smell in the house drives the living man crazy, the stench is out of control for a long time before he finally wakes up, but his tiny eyes have changed and his eyes are filled with black and red blood silk.

Fat hands grabbed the closet and the stench slowly opened the closet door.

But Chen Song was surprised that the smell in the house had not become more intense and that there were no adult corpses wrapped in fresh film in the cabinet.