My House of Horrors

Seeing Chen Gong's broken skull hammer removed from his backpack, Ling Feijie cried even more, and it was the kind of situation where he cried while his body twitched.

In order to avoid any further damage to Ling Feijie's body, Chen Gong was helpless and could only stun him by the stench.

“You take him to the underground morgue to find Zhang Memory, and the others come with me to find the woman. ”

Leaving the boys' dormitory, Chen Gong contacted most of the staff in the haunted house via mobile phones to mobilize everyone to find Shen Bingjie.

Tourists who are still visiting in underground scenes at this time are also, very unfortunately, victims. Grim ghosts and mindfulness wander around, usually tourists to find ghosts, now a bunch of ghosts to find tourists everywhere.

The only iron door that leads to the ground is sealed and there are red high heels guarded outside, so Chen Gong is not worried that Shen Bingjie can escape, grabbing each other is just a matter of time.

A few minutes later, Chen Gong received a notification from a mobile ghost child, and students at the Old White and Psychic Ghost School blocked Shen Bing Jie in the classroom at the entrance to the ghost school.

“So many scenarios don't go, prefer to hide in a four-star scenario, and this guy has a keen sense of smell. ”

Dragging the shattered hammer, the two red coats followed behind them, and Chen Song did not have any cover, so appeared in front of Shen Bingjie.

“What do you want?” The seemingly soft and weak sheen ice shrinks in the last row of the classroom, and she has nowhere to go.

Front door, back door, windows, shaky people everywhere.

“Why do you always confess to evil people? What do I want? Don't you understand?” Chen Song summoned Xu Yan, the red coat in the classroom has increased to five places: “Should I call you Shen Bingjie? Or should I call you Jaming? ”

Shen Bingjie heard Jia Ming's words from Chen Song's mouth and slowly lowered his hands covering his chest. The panic and nervousness on his face slowly dissipated.

She leaned back against the cold wall and slowly raised her hands over her head: "How did you find me? ”

There is no point in arguing any more, Shen Bingjie made the wisest choice.

“What do you care?” Chen Gong surrounded Shen Bing with four red coats. Few people have ever enjoyed this treatment: “Do you come out yourself or do I invite you to come out? ”

“We can talk about it. There is no conflict of interest between you and me. We are all poor people who have been persecuted by the abortion.” Shen Bingjie's voice is still so gentle, but the tone of speech has changed dramatically.

“Why do I sound so familiar?” Chen Gong thought about it for a while, and he seemed to say it all the time: “It seems you don't want to come out and help him. ”

The pressure is unspeakable as the red jacket moves forward.

Soda's cold sweat slipped along Shen Ice's cleansing cheek. She had a deep sense of powerlessness in her eyes. The people with the help of red clothes actually chose to open a haunted house. Did red clothes let you use it this way?

“If you give me a few red coats, no, just give me a red coat and it will never be so passive...” Shen Bingjie held his hands tight and finally chose to dress softly: “I can give you an important message! In exchange, I hope you'll let me go. ”

“I see you still don't recognize the situation. I don't need you to say anything yourself. I'll have a couple of redcoats pull you out of this woman's body, and then let them put a curse on you, and finally let hundreds of obsessions in this haunted house eat you up a little bit, and let you watch yourself be eaten. Don't worry, I won't let your soul fly away, I'll wait for you to recover slowly and repeat the process again.” Chan Sing had a smile on his face and his eyes flashed.

“Are you a demon in human skin?” Shen Bingjie was all frightened from face to neck, white and without a trace of blood.

“I am a haunted housekeeper, good at cursing, good at manipulating memories, and I will be slowly experimenting on you.” Chen Gong waved: “When you tortured people, you didn't expect this day, did you? ”

“The underworld is coming back to life, and you are the key to it, and a sine qua non for his birth is that you must die. I know a lot of secrets about midgets, and I can help you!” Shen Bingjie changed his mouth and his attitude became good.

“I don't believe anything you say right now, unless you get out of that woman right now. ”

“No problem, but as soon as I leave the body, the body dissipates.” Shen Bing's clean face is hard to see.

“Don't worry, it's not that easy to die with me. ”

When I heard Chen Song's words, Shen Bing's clean face seemed to look even worse.

She slowly sat on the floor, closed her eyes, caught a cold wind in the classroom, and the woman's shadow slowly stood up.

Using pubic pupils, Chen Song clearly saw that there was a sticky red thread in the shadow of the woman.

The silk threads were filled with curses and evil, slowly forming the figure of a man.

This figure is different from Jaming and much taller than Jaming.

“Adherence to the shadow, gradually eroding the whole person, is what I learned from the Pluto, who was initially the shadow of a person.” A man is a special type of powerful ghost whose body is occupied by curses and blood silk, barely a red coat: “My name is Kang Long, who was also a victim, the underworld drove my family mad, let me work for him, after he did it, he turned me into this, I dreamed I could not help but want to kill him. ”

“What a coincidence. I dreamed I'd kill him too.” Chen Gong took out the comic book: “Cut the crap, why did you come to my haunted house? Don't lie. It's good for all of us to be honest. ”

“To be resurrected, he took an important part of each of the nine children and is now hiding in the sleep of a child until he wakes up, whether he succeeds or not, and we are all going to die.” When a man's voice trembles and mentions the word "underworld," he becomes afraid, a fear engraved in his heart and never erasable.

“You don't have to say what I know.” Chen Gong dragged the crushed hammer one step forward: “Do you know the details of the nine children? ”

Chen Gong had long doubted this, and Jaming had no outside help. It was incredible that they could still find the shrine on their own under the circumstances of the police pursuit.

“Nobody knows about those children except for the abortion itself, but I know a way to identify them.” Men don't dare to hide: “I brought out a child from Lywan Town called Jan Zhen, a shadow-cultivated failure with a very small fraction of the same smell as a plutonium, which is also homologous to a plutonium, so he occasionally had strange dreams in which nine children were interwoven with each other. ”