Lou Bin felt Chu Ping's gloomy aura and did not dare to say anything. He just quietly returned to the photo, completely pretending to be like he had never appeared before.
Chu Ping opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He just put the photo of Lou Bin in his hand, which looked like a red-background ID photo, into his jacket pocket. Then he looked at the room full of corpses and a fool, and sighed slightly.
One breath.
The lid of the gasoline can seemed to have been pushed open by something, and a small piece of minced meat quietly poked out of it. However, when it felt that someone was looking at it, it hesitated for a moment, and then slowly backed away.
He went there until he retreated into the gasoline can, and finally did not forget to close the lid of the gasoline can.
Chu Ping found it interesting. It was the first time he saw such a ghost, so he picked up the stick and knocked on the gasoline barrel.
The gasoline barrel shook, and a strong smell of gasoline wafted out from inside.
"Come out and talk for ten dollars?"
Chu Ping didn't believe that the minced meat inside was the resentment of No. 4 attached to it.
The ghost inside the gasoline barrel seemed not to pay attention to Chu Ping. No matter how Chu Ping greeted him, there was no movement in the gasoline barrel.
Chu Ping scratched his head awkwardly.
"Am I that terrible?"
At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from outside the door, and Chu Ping suddenly remembered that there was still a lot of trouble waiting for him outside.
The door shook, and the harsh sound of fingernails scraping against the door came from outside the door.
"There seems to be no way out."
The door of the Buddhist niche is blocked, and the group of ghosts and ghosts outside do not dare to cause trouble. However, the ghosts and ghosts are gathering more and more. If they want to get out again, it will be more difficult than climbing to heaven.
Chu Ping took out the reddish-brown diary from his backpack.
"Sister Jiang, Jianghu is calling for help."
To Chu Ping's surprise, Jiang Qing got out of the reddish-brown diary immediately.
Jiang Qing, who only had her upper body, left half of her body inside the diary and half outside the diary. She was leaning on her head with her right hand. Her dead gray eyes were blinking at Chu Ping, as if she was asking him, what on earth was he doing?
Looking for something to do with yourself.
It was the first time for Chu Ping to see Jiang Qing like this. At first, he didn't get used to it. He was stunned for a while, and then he slowly accepted Jiang Qing, who was now relatively "quiet".
"Little brother
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
Brother, do you miss your sister? Do you want me to call out Sister Xu?"
"Can Sister Xu come out?"
"No, but is there anything you want to say to her? I can convey it to you."
Jiang Qing's face came close to Chu Ping's, and the cold air exhaled from her nose and hit Chu Ping's face.
"Um...we'll talk about this after we get out of here."
Chu Ping instinctively took a step back and distanced himself from Jiang Qing.
"Giggle--"
Jiang Qing covered her mouth and snickered. She seemed happy to see Chu Ping in embarrassment.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Jiang Qing acted as if she hadn't noticed the bunch of ghosts outside, and turned around to get back into the diary.
When Chu Ping saw Jiang Qing leaving, he would naturally not agree. Now Jiang Qing was his only life-saving straw.
"Sister Jiang, it's really the rivers and lakes that have come to the rescue."
Jiang Qing's body, which was about to crawl back, suddenly stopped, and then looked around. There were corpses all over the ground, and there was also a fool who was foaming at the mouth and looked like a corpse.
"Isn't everything settled here?" Jiang Qing pretended to be confused, and then raised her eyebrows at Chu Ping, like a hunter provoking his prey.
How could Chu Ping have the energy to argue with Jiang Qing now? If those things from outside were allowed to rush in, even ten of him would not be enough to tear them apart.
"Manager, manager, there are so many rooms, why do you have to run into this room? You finally got rid of them, but now they are all blocked at the door."
Chu Ping directed all his grievances at the man in the suit, completely ignoring that the ghosts outside were chasing Chu Ping to the fifth floor.
Chu Ping kicked the man in the suit twice to relieve his anger, and then looked at Jiang Qing.
"Sister Jiang, there are some more outside."
Jiang Qing's whole body came out of the diary, and she stood in front of Chu Ping. The red at the bottom of her white T-shirt seemed to be much more glamorous, like the Manzhu Shahua blooming on the other side of hell.
"As promised, my appearance fee will be very high."
Chu Ping nodded repeatedly. In this situation, even if Jiang Qing asked Chu Ping to eat shit, he would be willing to do so.
Jiang Qing also didn't expect that Chu Ping would agree so readily.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
There was some doubt in my heart as to what was going on outside that could allow Chu Ping to make such a big concession.
According to Jiang Qing's understanding of Chu Ping, after she proposed this condition, Chu Ping would definitely refute it, and then Jiang Qing was ready to use force to convince him, thereby satisfying some of her own psychological pleasure.
Ahem...that's a bit far.
Although Jiang Qing was confused, she didn't think much about it. After all, there were ordinary ghosts and monsters outside. Jiang Qing believed that she could still deal with them.
"You guys, you dare to provoke my sister. You really don't even want to be a ghost."
Jiang Qing flicked the ponytail on her head, giving off Mu Guiying's commanding aura.
"So handsome!" Jiang Qing instantly grew taller in Chu Ping's heart, like a towering mountain. No matter how difficult it was ahead, she would help him stop it without hesitation.
"It feels so safe."
The Buddhist niche was moved, and the harsh scratching sound from the door was like a sharp knife, penetrating through the cracks in the door, making people feel uncomfortable all over.
Jiang Qing once again showed a confident smile, with the aura of one man holding everything in check.
The door opened, and when she saw the darkness outside the door, like dark clouds covering the ghosts, Jiang Qing froze there like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
God knows, what a shocking scene it was.
There are all kinds of ghosts, some without heads, some with broken bodies, some with twisted bodies, and some with steel bars inserted into their heads. There is nothing you can't think of and nothing it can't find.
The ghosts and ghosts blocking the door didn't seem to think that it was Jiang Qing who came out, especially when they saw the hem of her sexy red T-shirt. All the ghosts and ghosts were stunned there. They all knew that although there were not many
What does red represent.
If it's one-to-one, it's definitely a gift, but if it's many-to-one, the result may not be the same.
The ghosts blocking the door seemed to have figured out the matter. After being stunned for 0.2 seconds, they all rushed towards Jiang Qing, led by the ghost whose head was penetrated by the steel bar.
Jiang Qing kicked over a few ghosts that were running fast, then closed the door with a "boom" and retreated into the door.
"Little brother, what on earth did you do and why did you provoke so many ghosts?"
