Chu Ping no longer thinks about it, the most important thing now is to get rid of the old thankless man behind him.
"Door, door!"
Chu Ping was still looking for the door to enter the interview, but that door seemed to disappear into the darkness and never appeared again.
"The two interviewers said they wanted me to come here at midnight with my weirdness. Do I really have to wait until midnight?"
Chu Ping glanced at the time, eleven fifty-nine.
"One more minute."
Chu Ping simply sat on the ground, and Axiao in his arms fainted at some point.
Seeing Ah Xiao fainted, Chu Ping breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to worry about this kid causing trouble for him.
The blood-red walls spread infinitely into the depths of darkness, and the endless wails of the innocent souls rang in Chu Ping's ears.
As the time gets closer and closer to midnight, countless innocent souls in the sea of blood rush out of the wall as if they are trying to break free.
Old Xie's wild laughter gradually came closer, and he seemed to have seen Chu Ping sitting on the ground, and A Xiao in Chu Ping's arms.
"Kill that boy! Kill that boy!"
Old Xie Tou fell into madness again, his dark eyes staring at Chu Ping, his steps quickened, he had already picked up the sharp knife in his hand, and his scarlet tongue seemed to have tasted the taste of blood.
"three."
The sharp knife in Lao Xie's hand has been raised.
"two."
Countless wronged souls in the sea of blood on the wall seemed to have reached out to Chu Ping.
"one."
The sea of blood broke through the shackles of the wall and poured out from the wall like a stormy wave.
The innocent souls in the sea of blood let out shrill wails, as if they were about to tear the world apart. At this time, the sharp knife in the alienated old Xie Tou's hand was also about to chop at it.
The door appears!
"Fortunately, the bet was right."
Chu Ping hugged Ah Xiao, dodged, and immediately rushed to the door. With just a little force, the door opened in response.
The long-lost light shone on Chu Ping's face, like fireworks of hope guiding him on the bright path.
"Welcome back, lucky and strangely favored one."
The interviewer wearing a crying mask turned his face to Chu Ping.
The room was still the same room, with a long table, two interviewers, and an old-fashioned wall clock hanging behind him. The moment Chu Ping opened the door and entered, the clock rang at midnight.
"I come back
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Yes, the one outside is the answer I give you."
As soon as Chu Ping finished speaking, the strange figure of Lao Xie Tou appeared in the room. His slender neck, twisted face, and body that seemed to be elongated made Lao Xie Tou look very different in this room.
The knife was covered in blood, and the innocent souls outside the door seemed to feel the aura of fear in the room, and did not dare to enter at all. They just lingered in front of the door and wailed inside from time to time.
Lao Xie didn't seem to notice the two interviewers sitting behind the long table. He raised his sharp knife and was about to stab Ah Xiao in Chu Ping's arms.
"He is the answer I give you. It's weird that he ran out of this building. You probably don't want him to be making trouble outside all the time."
What Chu Ping said was completely a gamble. Through all the previous information, he could only guess that the alienated old Xie Tou should be the weird one in this building. He only ran away from the building for some reason.
As for whether the people in the association will care about it, it all depends on Chu Ping's own luck.
Facts have proved that Chu Ping's luck is still good.
Just when the sharp knife in Lao Xie's hand was about to stab Ah Xiao, a red shadow suddenly appeared from the crying interviewer.
The moment the shadow appeared, Lao Xie Tou seemed to be frightened. He ignored A Xiao and turned around and ran outside.
The countless innocent souls outside were like cubs waiting to be fed. Old Xie Tou, who was so frightened, did not pay attention to the innocent souls outside at all. As soon as he rushed out of the room, he was swarmed by the innocent souls waiting outside, and then disappeared into the blood.
Chu Ping's eyes widened as he watched everything that happened. He didn't expect that "Old Xie Tou" who almost killed him would just disappear.
"Lucky weird favored person, you have brought back the weird existence that was lost in the building. Congratulations on passing the association's test. You will officially become a member of the association."
At this time, Chu Ping's mood was like that after completing a series of difficult tasks in a row, he suddenly heard that the task was completed.
Physical fatigue instantly surged through his body, and Chu Ping collapsed directly to the ground, motionless, except that he was still holding Axiao's hand tightly in his hand.
After Chu Ping's body recovered a little, the interviewer wearing a crying face mask said: "Congratulations on becoming a member of the association. Is there anything else you want to ask us?"
The tone of the crying mask seemed to be saying, if you have anything to say, ask immediately. If nothing happens, don't delay our get off work.
Chu Ping sat up from the ground with difficulty, then half-leaned against the wall,
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In an extremely weak voice, he asked: "I want to know what our association does?"
The interviewer seemed to have guessed that Chu Ping would ask this question.
"There are weird stories and weird stories in every corner of the city. If there were no weird stories, we would be the weird stories in their mouths. Our association is the Weird Tales Association. Our main purpose is to find the weird stories hidden in this city, and then
Find out the weirdness hidden behind them."
Although both interviewers were wearing masks, Chu Ping could see the madness in their eyes, the kind of madness Chu Ping had just seen in the alienated old Xie Tou.
"What would happen if the ghost stories were not discovered?"
Chu Ping always felt that this matter was not that simple.
The two interviewers looked at each other, and then the interviewer wearing a crying face mask said to Chu Ping: "This Sunday, at 9:30 in the evening, come to the 31st floor of Building C of Jinhua Community. There will be something you want there.
Everything you know.”
Chu Ping spread his hands and smiled bitterly in his heart.
"It's still like I haven't said anything, but I should pay attention to this weird and strange talk association. I should talk to my third uncle when I have time."
Chu Ping wanted to ask some other questions, but when he looked up again, he found that he was the only one left in the whole room.
Chu Ping sighed again. He didn't expect the people in the association to be so irresponsible.
"It seemed like I was in a hurry to get off work."
Chu Ping remembered what the interviewer wearing a crying face mask said just now.
"Floor 31, Building C, Jinhua Community...Would you like to go and have a look on Sunday?"
Chu Ping was not worried about being in danger in this room. It seemed that everything would have to wait until dawn before it could be resolved.
"What is that red shadow that suddenly appeared on the sad-faced interviewer's body just now?"
Chu Ping recalled the mysterious red figure that frightened away the alienated old Xie Tou.
"Is it also a strange existence? But why does his aura seem to be more powerful than Sister Jiang?"
Thinking of this, Chu Ping thought of Jiang Qing who had been offline.
I originally wanted to ask her how her current situation was, but later because Chu Ping was very tired, he did not disturb the eldest sister's rest.
"What if I piss her off again..."
Chu Ping seemed to think of everything he had dreamed about in his dream not long ago.
