After the third aunt had cleared away the white rice and broken bowls on the floor, she entered the kitchen again.
"Wait a minute and I'll get you another bowl."
Just when Chu Ping was about to refuse, he heard a "squeaky" sound and Han Yanyan turned on the TV.
However, the TV seemed to have no signal at this time, and the snowflakes filling the screen made Chu Ping feel a little inexplicably upset.
Just when Chu Ping was about to protest, there was sudden movement on the TV.
"Are you there?"
Chu Ping was startled, and then looked at the TV. There was a woman lying on the ground, her body twisted at a weird angle, blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, her mouth opened and closed, her eyes kept staring at the camera, as if
I was looking at the people watching TV, and kept saying two words.
"Are you there?"
Chu Ping was really frightened by these two words now.
"I wish I could have just hit that bowl of rice directly on the TV."
Chu Ping glanced sideways at Han Yanyan beside him, but she was still the same as before.
"Are you there?"
The sound became louder and louder, and more and more blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, and then gathered into a river under the woman's body.
Chu Ping frowned, as if he could smell the bloody smell coming from the TV.
"Are you there?"
The woman's twisted body slowly approached the screen, as if she was about to come out of it. At the same time, she still repeated the phrase "Are you there?" But in response to her, there was nothing else but silence.
Chu Ping swallowed and looked at the woman who had pressed her face against the camera screen, feeling an inexplicable fear in his heart.
At this moment, something even more horrifying happened to Chu Ping. He clearly saw strands of black hair coming out of the TV screen, like black earthworms, slowly twisting on the ground.
body.
Chu Ping's eyes widened. He had already held the pitch-black swing stick behind his back. It seemed that this was the only way he could feel at ease.
"What are you doing?"
Just when Chu Ping looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, Han Yanyan stared at him, but Han Yanyan's face was as stiff as a doll, with no expression at all.
Chu Ping looked at the TV again. The woman with a twisted body had disappeared at some point. Instead, there was a family of three simmering hot pot there, accompanied by laughter and laughter, looking completely happy.
Chu Ping couldn't believe his eyes. The feeling just now was too real, just like the white candle he saw just now.
Han Yanyan never let go of her hand. Even when she saw Chu Ping holding a swing stick in his other hand, she didn't let go of Chu Ping out of fear.
Chu Pingping calmed down and sat back on the sofa. He didn't know what Han Yanyan meant now.
"I'd better leave first."
Before Han Yanyan could react, a dark object appeared in front of her, and then hit Han Yanyan's head with a "bang".
Red liquid flowed down his forehead, just like the woman on TV just now.
Immediately afterwards, Han Yanyan's body began to change. Her hand that was holding Chu Ping's wrist finally loosened her grip. No, to be precise, it should have fallen. Just like autumn leaves returning to their roots, they fell directly from the tree.
Chu Ping's wrist fell off and fell to the ground.
There was a wound on Han Yanyan's head, with red mixed with gray-white stuff flowing out from the wound.
Chu Ping, who was standing opposite her, could clearly see the white flowers inside, as if he was chewing something to detect worms.
Chu Ping trembled for a while. He thought something would happen to Han Sanpin's family, but he never expected that something like this would happen.
"Bugs ate brains? Plants vs. Zombies?"
Chu Ping twitched the corner of his mouth. Now that Han Yanyan's hand had been released, Chu Ping would naturally not let go of such an opportunity. He turned around and rushed towards the door. Judging from the current situation, rescuing people still needs to be done.
If you wait a little longer, you might even get in easily.
When Chu Ping was pulled into the house by Han Yanyan just now, the third aunt had already locked the door. I don't know how the third aunt did it, but she couldn't open it from the inside.
Chu Ping was a bit big-headed, and the alienated Han Yanyan was walking towards him step by step, with streaks of blood like earthworms under her scarlet eyes, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Chu Ping swung the stick in his hand, forcing Han Yanyan to take a few steps back. Then seeing the gap, he rushed directly to the door of Han Sanpin's room, and ran straight in without waiting for Han Yanyan to react.
The moment Chu Ping broke into Han Sanpin's room, the third aunt came out of the kitchen, and the half-red top looked particularly dazzling.
Chu Ping's heart had jumped into his throat.
Originally thinking that it was just an ordinary ghost, Chu Ping was confident of escaping from here, but when he saw the third aunt, his heart completely dropped.
"Half-dressed in red...how can I play with this!"
Chu Ping leaned on the door, and there were knocking and banging sounds outside the door, but Chu Ping still held on there.
The room was pitch dark, and it was impossible to see what was inside. I could only vaguely feel that there was someone in this room, who seemed to be not far away.
"Third uncle? Is that you?"
Now the third aunt and Han Yanyan don't know why they are like that, but based on Chu Ping's experience, it is estimated that Han Sanpin is also in trouble.
Chu Ping took out the flashlight he had received from Lin Tian. A beam of light was projected from the flashlight and shone directly on the bed in the center of the room.
There was a middle-aged man lying there. When Chu Ping saw the middle-aged man, his heart suddenly shrank.
"dad?"
The man clearly looked like his father, Chu Lihui, who had died ten years ago.
Chu Ping's eyes were full of doubts. He didn't understand why someone who was obviously dead appeared in front of him now, and seemed to be asleep.
Chu Ping rubbed his eyes. He knew that everything in front of him was fake, but he really couldn't resist the temptation of obsession in his heart.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Chu Ping got closer to Chu Lihui who was lying on the bed little by little.
At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly came from the window in the room, and the glass on the window shattered, and a bit of crystal scratched Chu Ping's cheek.
The stinging feeling on his cheek made him sober up.
After he calmed down a little, he looked at the bed in the center of the room. His father was still lying on it. The person lying on the bed was clearly Han Sanpin.
It's just that Han Sanpin's current condition is not optimistic. His cheeks are so thin that they have sunk in, his face is as pale as white paper, and his whole person is in a state of death.
Chu Ping didn't have time to think about the person who broke the glass and saved him from outside. He just looked at Han Sanpin on the bed.
At this time, the banging sound outside the door became more violent, as if the entire door would be opened from the outside in the next second.
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