The little ones rushed into the room like a swarm, and the offering table in front of the coffin was overturned. The offering bowls on the offering table fell to pieces, and rice and incense candles were scattered on the floor.
"ah!"
There was a roar from the coffin, and the guy inside was obviously irritated.
Then, the coffin shook continuously.
Just as the little ones climbed over the coffin, a figure in the coffin suddenly sat up, and two withered and skinny hands instantly grabbed the necks of the two children who were rushing forward.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
The two little guys struggled continuously, but the strength of this arm was extremely huge and they could not break free at all.
"Mother!"
Seeing this, the remaining little guys finally moved their eyes from Chen Ruier's body to the coffin. Several little guys flew down on their arms, showing a pair of sharp teeth and started to eat hard.
"roar!"
The guy in the coffin roared angrily and waved his arms, trying to throw the little guy off his arms.
But these little guys are also very powerful, and they hold them tightly with no intention of letting go.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
The little ones became even happier. One after another, the little ones crawled in from the side of the coffin and climbed on the figure. A pair of small hands grabbed at the figure.
"roar!"
The figure in the coffin roared again, stood up straight from the coffin, opened his big mouth and bit the little guy on his arm.
"Great!" Seeing the coffin ghost and the little guys fighting together, Chen Ruier couldn't help but feel happy.
But despite this, Chen Ruier did not run away, but moved closer to the room vigilantly.
She was waiting. If she ran away now, it was very likely that the little ones would give up the coffin ghost and chase her again.
And if she continues to wait until the coffin ghost and the little guys have a real fight, then she will be truly safe.
"Hehe, mom!"
At this moment, a crisp cry suddenly came from behind Chen Ruier, and Chen Ruier felt that she had bumped into a petite figure.
Suddenly, Chen Ruier felt a chill in her heart, and turned her head tremblingly.
Sure enough, a petite figure was standing behind Chen Ruier at this moment, it was the little girl.
"Hehe, mom!"
The little girl shouted again, and at the same time reached out to hug Chen Ruier.
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Chen Ruier's heart tightened, and an endless sense of crisis surged out, so she gritted her teeth and rolled her body hurriedly to the side.
"Bang!" The little girl's hands passed over Chen Ruier's head, and she made a muffled sound.
And with this muffled sound, the coffin ghost's head turned 180 degrees and looked at Chen Ruier and the little girl.
"Roar!" The coffin ghost roared again, and with the dozen or so children on his back, he jumped up and jumped out of the coffin.
"Wow!" The little girl looked away from Chen Ruier, and looked at the coffin ghost with a pair of blood-red eyes.
Chen Rui'er took advantage of this opportunity and hurriedly got up and stepped aside, fearing that she would be affected by the fight between the two.
At the same time, Chen Ruier glanced at the coffin from the corner of her eye...
In the room on the ninth floor, Xia Wenqing leaned against the door vigilantly, his expression extremely solemn.
The hand held him tightly in the room and then loosened, disappearing without a trace.
But Xia Wenqing didn't think that this was because the ghost here had let him go. It was only possible that this ghost had some rules and restrictions.
Xia Wenqing carefully pushed the door. As expected, the door didn't move at all, as if it was welded shut.
"Dang, Dang, Dang!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of chopping wood in the darkness. It was not loud, but it was extremely frightening.
Xia Wenqing hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out to touch the wall, trying to turn on the light.
Soon, Xia Wenqing's finger touched a raised object, which seemed to be a switch.
But just when Xia Wenqing was about to flip the switch, the sound of chopping wood stopped.
Then a putrid smell poured into Xia Wenqing's swollen nose, as if someone had put a piece of rotten meat under his nose.
Xia Wenqing was very frightened, but he knew very well that if he didn't turn on the light, he would only become more frightened in the dark, and might even scare himself to death.
So Xia Wenqing gritted his teeth, his heart skipped a beat, and he leaned his back tightly against the door, suddenly kicked his right foot in front of him, and at the same time quickly flipped the switch in his hand.
"Bang!" A muffled sound came out, and the lights turned on at the same time.
As the light shone, Xia Wenqing could see that this was a very dilapidated room.
The top of the surrounding walls was dark and covered with bacterial colonies. Watermarks spread out from the bacterial colonies and covered the entire wall.
The furniture in the room is also
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It was destroyed, a big hole was made in the sofa, and the cotton inside was scattered all over the floor.
There was also a big hole in the TV, which looked like it had been poked with a stick.
Directly opposite Xia Wenqing, a figure was sitting there, holding a knife full of gaps in his hand, leaning back on an old coffee table, with his head tilted back.
Xia Wenqing just glanced at the figure and then moved his eyes in another direction.
That was the door to the bedroom. The door was open at the moment, and two figures, one tall and one short, were standing inside.
The tall figure is a woman, about thirty years old, wearing a white engraved nightgown, her face is pale, and her eyes are bulging outward like goldfish.
The short one was a little boy, about seven or eight years old. He looked no different from a normal child. He was timidly hiding behind the woman, his blood-colored eyes staring closely at Xia Wenqing's position.
Xia Wenqing's body was completely soaked with sweat in an instant. He didn't know why, but the two ghosts, one tall and one short, brought him great fear.
However, what surprised Xia Wenqing was that the two ghosts did not come out, but just stood quietly at the door for a moment.
Then, the two ghosts looked up at the lights on the roof, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then turned and walked towards the room.
"Bang!"
The door to the room slowly closed, and Xia Wenqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia Wenqing's eyes moved to the figure sitting on the ground again, and finally the kitchen knife in the figure's hand moved slightly.
Then the figure's head "stands up" little by little in a strange posture.
Xia Wenqing finally saw this figure clearly. It was a male. He should be about 1.75 meters tall. His body was on the fat side and he looked extremely dangerous.
The most important thing is that this male ghost's mouth was sewn shut with white thread by someone. Although he tried hard to open his mouth, it had no effect. Instead, his mouth was bleeding.
"Cuckoo."
The male ghost made a strange sound in his throat, his eyes kept turning in his eye sockets, and then he stood up little by little.
"Understood, if the bag outside the door was a carpenter, you would be the one who cut the carpenter's body into pieces, right?" Xia Wenqing pushed up his glasses, and then took a deep breath.
After that first kick, Xia Wenqing understood that at least this male ghost was not invincible!
