[When will the anchor hold a rose in his mouth? If others do this, they will feel good Mary Sue, but the anchor will feel that it won’t. It’s really good!]

[What's wrong with this rose, it looks familiar? I think I've seen it before?]

[Did you forget so soon? I still remember it, it was a gift from the clown when he left the last copy~]

【But this gift is very scheming. As long as you know your destiny, you will inevitably think of the person you give it to.】

...

The twins tied up with ghost ropes changed their expressions instantly after they could not struggle.

The tenderness and sweetness of the previous moment instantly turned into nothingness, and they instantly changed into another appearance. The snow-white long skirt was gradually dyed red by blood, and red resentment continued to emanate from their bodies.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

While the twins were struggling, two lines of blood and tears instantly flowed out of their eyes. They couldn't break free from the rope, so they rushed towards Xie Zhiming frantically.

Xie Zhiming quickly dodged aside.

At this time, Xie Zhiming had already woken up.

The bright and clean environment around it quickly began to fade and became mottled and old in multiple ways.

Time is tight, and the effect of binding the ghost rope is only 5 minutes. Xie Zhiming quickly opened the door according to the direction in his memory and immediately escaped.

As soon as Xie Zhiming stepped out of the room, he fell into darkness around him.

There is no trace of light.

Xie Zhiming heard a strange laugh from the darkness.

The sounds were as clear as if they were just in Xie Zhiming's ears.

Countless voices rang in Xie Zhiming's ears: "Stay here."

"Stay here, don't leave."

“…”

These voices repeated the same words, desperately trying to keep Xie Zhiming.

Xie Zhiming held the dagger in his hand, his eyes firm and sharp, and these sounds were all used to confuse his mind.

Not long after, Xie Zhiming saw a beam of light suddenly appearing in front of him, and he walked towards the light.

He opened his eyes again.

He found himself standing in the corridor, with him alone being left around him, and there was a quiet area around him, without a trace of sound, and not even a slight sound of wind.

Has he finally come back this time?

Xie Zhiming was unsure.

Just as he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly stopped and Xie Zhiming took out a watercolor pen (a round watercolor pen: Who is not a little confused? If you are afraid of losing things, you can mark it in advance. You will definitely find it next time. When you can't remember the way home, you can use this watercolor pen to leave a mark and you will always find the direction of the way home.)

Xie Zhiming made a mark on the wall.

Soon Xie Zhiming went downstairs. As he thought, he returned to the original corridor the next second.

Xie Zhiming checked the remaining time for the ghost rope in the system, with the last 2 minutes left.

The last two left in the Hidden Spray.

Xie Zhiming sprayed the hidden spray on his body, hiding his breath.

He looked at the mark on the wall and felt very strange. Why did he still not find the direction to go out after using it? Could it be that the method used was wrong?

Xie Zhiming fell into deep thought.

He once again marked the wall with a watercolor pen, but this time he did not open his eyes, but closed his eyes, recalling the round movements in his memory.

Xie Zhiming closed his eyes and made a mark in his heart, constructing a map of the entire corridor based on memory in his mind.

He left a clear mark on the wall with a watercolor pen, and the watercolor pen shone along the wall and walked down the corridor wall.

One floor.

Two floors.

...

And there are only the last 10 seconds left to tie the ghost rope.

When Xie Zhiming took a step forward, he felt a resistance this time, when he stepped out of this resistance.

Xie Zhiming felt the difference in his surroundings.

A warm breeze blew across his cheeks.

At this time, the function of the ghost rope had failed and the twin brothers had escaped.

In Fushun Apartment, shrouded in darkness, the lights on the corridor on a certain floor suddenly flashed constantly.

With a bang, two red figures suddenly rushed out of a room.

At this time, Xie Zhiming suddenly stopped. He felt an obstacle in front of him, which made him stop with no choice.

He opened his eyes and his pupils suddenly shrank.

A pale and dry face was looking at him with his head raised. In front of him was a thin old man in a birthday suit. The old man was stiff all over. His eyes were fixed on Xie Zhiming, like a wax figure, and he didn't move.

Just as Xie Zhiming was about to bypass the old man, the old man's eyes turned as Xie Zhiming moved.

Just as Xie Zhiming was joking in his heart, the old man in front of him suddenly waved to him, and a smile appeared on his face.

He looked at the watercolor pen on Xie Zhiming's hand: "You know this little girl Yuanyuan. I haven't seen that little girl for a long time. Do you know that she has found her way home?"

"She found it." Xie Zhiming said.

"Young man, are you just dead? There is still a human touch." The old man said and sniffed on Xie Zhiming's side.

Xie Zhiming said without changing his expression: "Well, I just died not long ago."

"Where are you going?" the old man asked casually, as if he was chatting with a friend.

"I'll find my way back."

"Another one can't find the way, so is the round little girl."

"Can you point me a direction?" Xie Zhiming said.

At this moment, the corridor suddenly became cold.

The old man suddenly shivered suddenly, and a trace of dissatisfaction appeared on his face: "What are the two twins making trouble again? I can't stand it when there is such a big noise every time."

"Let's go, go." The old man turned around and slowly opened the door behind him.

Xie Zhiming stood at the door and saw the old man opening the door, a light yellow light came out of the room. Although the furniture in the room was old, it looked particularly warm.

After the old man entered the room, he saw Xie Zhiming who had been standing at the door. He suddenly sighed and waved to Xie Zhiming: "Young man, come in and sit for a while."

Only after Xie Zhiming received the invitation did he enter the room.

He watched the old man sitting next to the altar, casually took an orange on it and peeled it off, and handed Xie Zhiming a candy.

Xie Zhiming looked at the candy in the old man's hand and hesitated whether to take it.

The next second, Xie Zhiming reached out to pick up the candy, and the sound outside blew the glass outside the room kept ringing.

"Why don't you eat?"

The old man asked, and he saw Xie Zhiming holding the candy and not eat it.

“It’s too sweet and easy to have tooth decay.”

Perhaps because I haven't heard such vivid words for a long time, the old man suddenly laughed out loud. Xie Zhiming saw that the candles placed on the altar were burning even more vigorously.

"Sure enough, I have been dead for too long and almost forgot. Since I died, I have been talking about nothing. My children have always said that they have high blood pressure and high blood sugar. They can't eat this or that, and I'm always panicked."

"Now, I don't have to be jealous anymore. The holidays are coming soon these days, and my children will come back to see me. You are a new ghost without experience. It's okay if you have a family, but your descendants are still thinking about it."

"Now there are starving ghosts outside, and there is no food or clothing. If you have food here, eat it quickly. Today is my eldest daughter. The new clothes I wear are made of, she said it is the most popular style this year. I just heard them say that tomorrow my younger son will bring my girlfriend back to see me, and I guess I will drink it all."

The old man was talking nonsense, and there was a lot of showing off: "Come here tomorrow, I will leave you two glasses of wine, and I also left a few candies for that girl Yuanyuan, but I haven't seen her these days."

The glass outside the room was still clattering.

At this moment, the bedroom room was suddenly opened, and a tired female voice rang out: "Go out and see, why is the wind so strong today? Is the window broken? Candles are blowing loudly. If the old man can't sleep well at night, he will probably be talking again."

"Oh, your dad is not that stingy. The old man is so generous when he is alive." A man walked out yawning.

Xie Zhiming could not see the figure, but could only hear the sound.

The candlelight illuminated the room and he saw two figures walking past the wall.

With the sound of a ping-pong meal, the sound of the glass being blown by the wind soon became much smaller.

Xie Zhiming looked at the old man sitting next to him, and smiled as the two shadows on the wall walked back to the room from the wall. The candlelight on the altar jumped suddenly, making it even more intense.

"That was my eldest daughter and son-in-law just now."

However, as soon as I saw the window and heard the howling wind outside, the expression on the old man's face immediately changed.

"Those two twins are having a lot of trouble tonight."
To be continued...