Xie Zhiming looked at the clutched left hand.

His eyes moved to the red-haired boy's face and said seriously: "If you want to survive, it is better to let go and run faster."

"According to the laws of horror movies, letting go will die faster."

“…”

Xie Zhiming glanced at the fat man blocking them and Tommy in a wheelchair.

At this time, the fat man had raised his head with his lower back. At this time, the fat man's face was blue and white, his eyes were all white, and his face was very ferocious, and he looked at them with a roar.

Tommy, sitting in a wheelchair, also let out a roar, and the whole body was constantly twisting, making a crackling sound. Tommy's face was pale, his eyes were completely black, and his body was constantly emitting yin energy, looking extremely terrible

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At this time, the electric lights above their heads were also flashing constantly, and the shaking shadows made the atmosphere in the entire corridor even more tense.

Due to the unstable voltage, a harsh spark was emitted.

Seeing the fat man leaning over by the ghost gradually approaching, Xie Zhiming turned his head and said to Mo Shaoyu with a serious expression: "Close your eyes later and follow my command."

Xie Zhiming pinched a high-level talisman with his right hand. As soon as they rushed over, he immediately threw the talisman paper out.

"Aren't you afraid?"

“Some.”

Mo Shaoyu felt that his heartbeat was a little abnormal. He looked at the calm face of the man next to him and became even more nervous, but he was not panicked, but he was more at ease.

A dense layer of sweat was already oozing out of his palm, and the man's dry and warm palm was already wet by him.

"Close your eyes and run to the right with me, and you're fast."

When the fat man rushed towards them with a blood-stained baseball bat, Xie Zhiming immediately threw a high-level talisman at the fat man, and the fat man was immediately knocked to the ground by the talisman paper.

Xie Zhiming immediately pulled Mo Shaoyu to run to the right.

Xie Zhiming was alert to being attacked by Tommy who was leaning over.

But Tommy, who was sitting in a wheelchair, stood still, and just looked at their departure backs silently with her black eyes.

Xie Zhiming took Mo Shaoyu away from the corridor, and when he reached the stairs.

The corridor leads to two upper and lower floors.

Choose to run up or down.

Mo Shaoyu gasped, he opened his eyes and looked at the stairs in both directions.

He glanced at Xie Zhiming again and said firmly: "You can't leave separately."

"According to the first law of horror movies, except for the protagonist who is alone, he will die."

Regarding Mo Shaoyu’s strange reasons, Xie Zhiming asked: “What law is the previous one?”

Mo Shaoyu said with no certainty: "It should be the second one, right? I have summarized several."

"Anyway, we can't separate now."

Mo Shaoyu raised Xie Zhiming's hand and said, "I just wanted to tell you that being able to survive in a horror movie has nothing to do with running fast, but has a lot to do with the script you took."

"Even if the protagonist runs in the last one, he can survive, and even if the cannon fodder is the first one, he will be lost by cannon fodder."

So don't throw me off tonight.

“Please choose a direction now.”

"Aren't you here to make a choice?" Mo Shaoyu stared at Xie Zhiming with wide eyes.

Xie Zhiming glanced at Mo Shaoyu with his eyes: "If I choose, we will become cannon fodder tonight."

Xie Zhiming dared not bet on his "good luck".

"You choose."

Mo Shaoyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled Xie Zhiming downstairs: "Let's go downstairs."

Soon they went downstairs, and the voice-controlled light lit up the corridor with a bang.

They should be on the second floor now.

The dim lights in the corridor hit them.

They looked out of the corridor, but found that they could not see other floors at all, and the entire apartment seemed to be wrapped in a ball of indelible black.

"Look at what floor it is now."

Fatty and Tommy had experienced ghost-killing walls before, and I wonder if they would still walk out of the third floor.

Suddenly, Xie Zhiming and Mo Shaoyu heard a strange laugh.

And that sound came from the corridor.

It's still the sound of stone falling.

In the quiet environment, it seems particularly gloomy and terrifying.

The next second, Xie Zhiming pulled Mo Shaoyu and turned right, pressing against the wall.

"Don't look."

A group of children sang strange nursery rhymes and came from the stairs, getting closer and closer.

Xie Zhiming lowered his eyes.

He glanced at the white shadows running through the corridor with his outlook.

Soon he saw the floral skirt flashing through the white shadows running past.

Xie Zhiming immediately looked up.

Was that one just now Yuanyuan?

He raised his eyes and met a pale little face.

It was a five or six-year-old boy with a steel bar stuck on his head and his body was dirty.

The little girl in a floral dress next to the little boy was not Yuanyuan either.

This little boy is relatively old among these children. He stared at Xie Zhiming with his black and white eyes.

"Uncle, can you see us?"

Mo Shaoyu next to Xie Zhiming heard the little boy's quiet words, and his heart tightened instantly and buried his head behind Xie Zhiming.

Seeing the scared red-haired boy behind him, Xie Zhiming shook the boy's hand hard.

Mo Shaoyu suddenly felt a pain in his palm, and his fear of tension just now relieved a lot in an instant.

Xie Zhiming suddenly saw the little boy holding something in his hand, and the exposed edges were shining with a metallic luster.

Xie Zhiming tightened his eyebrows: "Little brother, what are you holding in your hand? Can you show it to uncle?"

When the little boy heard Xie Zhiming's words, he suddenly showed a vigilant look on his face.

Xie Zhiming touched the clothes and took out a coin.

He handed the coin to the little boy.

"Show me the things in your hand and I'll give it to you."

The little boy's eyes stared at the coin in Xie Zhiming's hand, and a hint of desire appeared in his eyes.

"OK."

The little boy reached out his hand, and a coin lay in his palm.

Xie Zhiming saw the patterns and numbers on the coin and had already confirmed that the coin was the one he gave to Yuanyuan.

"For you." After reading it, Xie Zhiming made great promise to put another coin in his hand in the little boy's palm.

"Uncle, can you ask you one more thing?"

“Is there any benefit?”

Xie Zhiming paused and he had nothing left.

Just as Xie Zhiming was hesitating about how to speak, suddenly his hand was pulled, and a bit of a bit of fruit candy appeared in Xie Zhiming's hand.

"have."

Xie Zhiming spread his hands, and a piece of fruit candy lay in his palm.

A small piece of fruit candy instantly attracted all the children's attention.

"Uncle, what do you want to know."

"Where did you pick up this coin in your hand?"

The little boy pinched the two coins in his hand, looked at the fruit candy in Xie Zhiming's hand, and looked at Xie Zhiming again with clear black and white eyes.

The little boy's obscene swept the hand that Xie Zhiming and Mo Shaoyu were holding tightly.

"Okay, I'll take you there."
To be continued...