My House of Horrors

Chen Gong knew what was happening around him. His pupils beat gently, and there was no redundant reaction other than that.

The calm of the client and the frenzy of the other powerful ghosts in haunted school became a stark contrast.

Changwen Rain opened her eyes and was about to tear her orbit apart. The fourth top red coat in the plan didn't show up. She frantically prompted the three demons behind her. She no longer had any lucky thoughts, broke the cauldron, and tried everything to destroy the door.

He was still confused about manipulating the blood mist, but as soon as Changwen Yu restarted his operation, he also reacted, stopped paying attention to Chen Gong, and concentrated all his efforts on sieging Changwen Yu.

Among the three top red coats, the painter was the last to wake up. He looked at the scavenger in the canvas and a blue and black blood vessel appeared on the back of his hand. There seemed to be a black fire burning deep in his eyes.

Every time he uses his special abilities, he pays a great price, and every painting is his card.

When I think of such an important ability to use it against a dead man under all kinds of misunderstandings, the painter has the urge to rip Chen Song alive.

This cowardly bastard tricked everyone with a scumbag!

The heart drips blood, and the painter looks at the red clothes surrounding Chan Song and forces himself out of sight. It is imperative to stop Changwen from raining, and not to use power in irrelevant places.

Yes, in many people's eyes, Chan Song has become irrelevant.

Apart from the three top red jackets, the rival red jacket of Chen Gong, and the red jacket that protects him around Chen Gong, the mood is a little complicated.

An ordinary man, with a scapegoat, could cheat a bunch of red clothes around. It's incredible, I can't even think about it.

The blindfolded man's expression solidified and was similar to his desperate Western campus red face.

The student who followed Chan Gong was stunned, as was Director Lei, who had deliberately arrived from afar to communicate.

“Turns out everything is a hoax...” Director Lei stared at Chen Song. “You used me! You've been using me since you walked into the girls' bedroom! ”

Director Lei's heart was so tired, he really felt a terrible smell on Chen Song, but the painters had made a move, the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't refute it.

“I'm sorry, I did cheat you, I cheated you all, I don't have top red in my shadow. I did it just to screw your power into a rope, nobody wants to be the lamb to be slaughtered, one person is too weak after all, only to gather everyone together to be qualified for a little confrontation.” Chen Gong said very sincerely: “I have no malice, it can only be considered a good faith lie. ”

“It doesn't feel good to be deceived.” Hiding in the crowd, Weak Wang Yicheng and Zhou Tu whispered, they walked out of Chen Song's team and came beside Lin Si's grey fog.

“Are you two leaving?” Chen Gong's eyes squeezed gently: “The Supernatural Research Association was only founded a short time ago. ”

“We were friends of the painter, and now we're just going back to him.” The wounds on Zhou Tu's body healed a little: “It's not easy to fool you. Fortunately, it ended well. ”

“Actually, I've always felt like you two were having problems, but you just haven't said anything. Your performance in the East campus drawing room was too exaggerated. When Zhu Long and Zhang Torch entered the haunted school through the mirror, they were intercepted in red. Then the secret discussion just now reminded the painter that I always knew there were painters around me.” Chen Gong sighed softly: “I just don't want to break it, because I think you can feel who's right and who's really good for you. ”

Chen Gong seems to have said this to Zhou Tu and Wang Yicheng, but actually to the other red clothes around him.

In the grey fog, Xu Yan went mad and hysterical growled.

The headless ghost broke her arms, guarded behind Chan Song, and the stinking boy who had just recovered his body and heart was guarded in front of Chan Song.

Chan Song's “scam" was poked through, but there are still many “people” willing to stay with him, the old headmaster, Bai Qiulin, etc.

“You're really unreliable! I hate lunatics!” Sakura wanted to beat people up, but she didn't leave, and Han Song, the big Taekwondo club, didn't leave. They stood right and left next to the old headmaster.

To attack Chan Gong, you have to break through their three lines of defense.

“Teacher Bai...” Zhang Torch and Zhu Long watched Zhou Tu and Wang Yicheng leave with their own eyes. Several people are also members of the Supernatural Research Society. At this time, their hearts are most tormented.

“You don't have a chance anymore.” The blindfolded man grinned.

Zhu Long and Zhang Torch are killing with blindfolded men, and a little carelessness will scatter their souls. They rush to the most dangerous places, and if they give up, nobody will say anything.

They looked at each other, and the final choice was the opposite of Zhou Dian, who agreed with Chen Song.

Even if Chen Song is just an ordinary person, even if he doesn't have a top red coat on him, all the things he went through in East and West campus come to mind, it is Chen Song who helped them to recover their memories and recover themselves.

They hate painters' practices, so staying here is the best option.

Chen Song's biggest “secret” has been revealed, but few people have left him. There are still countless haunted school students behind him, and hope rests with him.

“The bugs in the team were pulled out, and the nails on me were pulled out, and now all I have left is a genuine willingness to follow me. I can rest assured that I will leave the haunted school to them in the future.” Chen Sing's face was pale and frightening. He kept yelling in his heart until the dark hair on the wrist of the headless ghost fell on the shadow and he received a response.

“It's not over yet.” Chen Song was struck too hard, as if his mind was wrong, a man muttered to himself, and mechanical repetition of the same action.

Reach out and throw the remaining candy in the bag behind you.

“Your shadow is gone. Who are you feeding the sugar to?” Director Lei has always felt that Chen Goshen was nagging. This time he would no longer be deceived by Chen Goshen. He greeted other teachers and students from the haunted school center. Finally, they were determined to help the painter directly.

But when Director Lei called the other teachers, he suddenly saw the candy behind Chan Gong disappear.

“Nothing? ”

A candy disappears without even a process of ablation, and only a red coat can digest the candy made by those souls so quickly.

Director Lei rubbed his eyes and convinced himself that he was right, he hurriedly stopped those who were ready to attack Chen Song.

When Director Lei's hands and feet were chaotic, Chan Song raised his head and smiled at him with a pale face.

“Something's wrong! Don't go there yet! There must be something hidden from that guy! He's still lying!” Director Lei's back was cold, with an unspeakable sense of intimidation pounding straight into his head, pointing to Chen Song and shouting.

“I really didn't lie this time.” Chen's pale face lost all its blood and he had some difficulty even talking: “I do not have a top red coat around me, but there is a presence on top of a red coat that I can't help but see. ”

The shadow of Chen Song's broken shadow formed a bigger black and red figure than the entire playground.

Even more frightening, no one in haunted schools seems to have noticed that this shadow is still spreading.