The old ghost stayed at the gap in the gray fog. He looked at the world outside the gray fog, and then slowly turned around.
There was no trace of turbidity in his red eyes. Killing intent and hatred were intertwined in his pupils. The old ghost had told the evil soul his choice with practical actions.
The spines began to rise one by one, and the faces representing all future generations were soaked in hatred. They used blood as a bond to let hatred resonate!
The old ghost's body swelled again, and the endless killing intent in his heart was already boiling, and he strode back to the death building.
Without the support of hatred, the gray fog healed faster. Just when the gap in the fog was about to close again, a blood-red table knife pierced the fog full of death!
The bright red lips slowly opened, and a woman's voice appeared in the mist: "His laughter came from here, I am sure that it is his voice."
The blood-stained coat clung to her clothes, and every step she took carried a thrilling beauty, morbid beauty, and madness.
One hand held the gap in the mist, and faint cries rang out. The child holding the altar followed behind the woman. There were tears on his face, and desperate needles were pierced into his body.
"The laughter is indeed him." Two figures, one tall and one short, exuded a strong ominous aura. After entering the gray fog, the tall one swallowed the short one directly into his stomach: "Lead the singing to death.
Building, and then took advantage of the singing to attract the fog, broke through the weakest point of the fog, and then laughed wildly, telling us his location. He should be the only person who can do this. But how did he know that we would come to find him?
his?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry in! The store manager's laughter is different from before. He must also be in trouble." The man wearing a convenience store uniform walked quickly towards the dead building, his remaining single eye radiating a dangerous light.
The blood was coming, and black eyes opened in the mist. Next to the one-eyed man was a very young girl. She closed her eyes tightly and held a girl doll in her hand that was still screaming.
One after another, figures entered the dead building through the gap in the gray fog. At the last moment when the gray fog healed, the figure following everyone raised its head.
He was wearing a hat and a very ordinary windbreaker. He looked frail and seemed to have no abilities, but the people around him did not dare to get too close to him.
There was a story circulating in Xingfu Community. Eight people died in a certain room, and their bodies were pieced together. Because they were too resentful and too powerful, the managers were forced to hide their bodies in the building.
different places.
The will of death in the gray fog pierced the skin, and the frail figure looked at the death building and silently took off his hat.
Hidden under the brim of the hat is a very ordinary face. His appearance is as ordinary as his name. This man is called Wei Youfu.
"Han Fei, we are here to pick you up."
The group of people didn't talk nonsense. They walked in the shadows, tried their best to suppress their aura, and followed the gap into the dead building!
The purest will to die underground was inspired by the evil soul, and the endless will to die was entangled with the singing. More and more cracks began to appear on the outer skin of the building, and its recovery speed could no longer keep up with the speed of destruction.
"A residential building in the name of death, but it seems to be a living creature with life and knows how to recover by itself. It's really disgusting!"
The evil soul controlled the old ghost's hand to directly scratch the wall, and blood began to ooze out from the deepest part of the wall, as if human skin had been torn.
"The manager will be back at 4:44, we still have enough time."
Standing in the corridor, countless small black blood vessels emerged from the old ghost's body, like the roots of a century-old tree, crawling into each room along the cracks and cracks in the door.
Some of the roots were black before entering the room, but turned red after being pulled out. Resentment and pain lingered on the fresh blood, and they all turned into food for the old ghost.
In order to prevent being targeted by the manager, the old ghost locked himself in the house and never stepped out of the room. He thought that by doing so, he could survive in the dead building, but he did not expect that the manager never thought of letting him go from the beginning.
The hatred buried deep in my heart completely exploded, and almost no one in the building could stop the old ghost!
Layer by layer, bloodbathed layer by layer!
As long as the ghost is not hiding well, it is food in the eyes of evil spirits.
To save time, he kept stopping for a moment, but when he reached the corner of the third floor, his speed suddenly slowed down.
The evil spirit's ferocious face slowly turned and glanced at the oiran and woman locked on the old ghost's back.
When the two of them were stared at by the evil soul and broke out in cold sweat, the evil soul controlled the old ghost to stop, and countless blood vessels like roots poured into room 4034.
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"It's not very peaceful tonight, it's better for the four of us to be careful."
"It's normal to make some noise during the annual Soul Resurrection Night. As long as we control this soul chaser, there shouldn't be any other soul chasers coming tonight."
"Pay attention, no matter how loud the noise is outside, it doesn't matter to us."
There is a table in room 4034, and four gamblers are playing mahjong. Their photos are placed in the center of the living room, and the table is piled with paper money.
"If we trap this ghost hunter here, will something happen? We have killed a lot of wandering souls this year." The gambler sitting on the west side of the table played a zephyr and looked at the people trapped on the four sides.
A child behind Zhang's portrait.
The child had his head lowered and was wearing bear pajamas stained red with blood. He looked like a broken puppet with no self-awareness at all.
"Don't say anything unlucky. Everything goes well every year. How could this year be an exception? If other ghost chasers sense that there is a ghost chaser in the house, they will not come back. This is the rule of the dead building." Sitting on the south side.
The gambler spoke, and after finishing speaking, he also played a Zephyr.
"What do you mean when you both hit the west wind?" The gambler on the east side of the table also played a west wind and looked at the card table indifferently: "I heard that when playing mahjong at night, if four people all hit the west wind, one of them will return to the west.
Do you want to take a gamble?"
"We have become neither humans nor ghosts, so why are we afraid of returning to the west?" The gambler from the north touched the west wind. When the other three people stared at him, he finally did not play the west wind: "I will not play with you.
This boring thing, just one tube!"
When he put down the mahjong in his hand, the man suddenly realized that his body seemed to be a little out of control. He seemed to feel something and suddenly raised his head. The roof was densely covered with crisscrossing black blood vessels.
"Then, what is that?!"
The door was twisted and deformed. Before he could hear anyone else's answer, his chest had been pierced by a hand, and the red blood seemed to be burning on his body.
The mutilated body was thrown aside. The evil soul wiped the blood from his palms and glanced at the card table with evil eyes: "One tube, three west winds, these cards are telling you that we will go on the road together tonight!"
Pressing down with the palm of his hand, the black blood vessels covering the ceiling were like a network woven by blades, pulling the wall above his head directly down.
Screams rang out, and the evil spirit smiled unscrupulously. He overturned the four portraits on the altar table and grabbed the soul chaser wearing bear pajamas with one hand.