Xiaoye lit up a cigarette out of habit and slowly thought about everything here. The whole hotel seemed to be shrouded in a black cage.
When a person is about to die, anyone with eyesight will see the look of death on his face. Thinking of this, Xiaoye subconsciously looked downstairs, and happened to see the Yellow River looking upward.
Since he was raising his head, from the perspective of Xiao Ye, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, the most prominent thing he saw was his face, which was pale, swollen, and covered with a light layer of gray. His eyes
There are heavy shadows underneath.
He smiled at Xiaoye and grinned, but Xiaoye only felt eerie and weird. He was startled at first, and looked at Huang He for a while before returning to the room.
Xiaoye locked the door tightly, took out some talismans from Wang Huan's gift from his bag, decided to do some preparatory work, and plastered the dozen or so talismans all over the room.
Xiaoye didn't know whether to use glue, so after trying to stick one on the door, she found that the charm could automatically stick to objects.
So he climbed up stacks of tables and chairs and placed two on the doors, windows, walls, bed corners, floors, and even the roof. Until the entire room was surrounded by spells, he nodded with satisfaction.
He taped the remaining one to the TV to prevent anything from crawling out.
Xiaoye was sitting in his room smoking a cigarette, listening to the sound of footsteps coming and going on the wooden floor on the third floor all night.
First, there was the Japanese named Henju Jiner. His steps were steady and light. He paused when passing the door of Xiaoye's room, as if hesitating whether to knock on the door and say hello, but finally left.
This made Xiaoye a little suspicious. He didn't like this Japanese very much and felt that this Japanese was a bit invisible.
Anyway, Jiner didn't come out after returning to the room. Like Xiaoye, he stayed in the room all night and didn't make any sound. Even the sound when he closed the door was small.
Then there was the sound of Sister Sun's footsteps.
Just the opposite of the Japanese, she makes a clattering sound when she walks, which is almost astonishing in the quiet night.
She is a conscientious rural woman. Because there are too few guests in the hotel recently, Huang He doesn't give her much money, and she urgently needs an income to support her family, so Huang He allows her to sell vegetables in the market during the day, as long as she can clean up when the guests go out.
Nice room, just prepare dinner in the evening.
She was probably very grateful to Huang He for doing this to her, so she would clean the other rooms every night, even if no one was staying there.
Most of the footsteps Xiaoye heard all night came from busy Sister Sun.
The last one is the footsteps of the Yellow River.
Xiaoye had already fallen asleep at that time. In his dream, he heard Huang He's irregular and heavy footsteps walking upstairs, and then the sound of broken glass. Xiaoye guessed that it was a broken wine bottle.
Fortunately, Huang He went up to the attic and made no more noise, so Xiao Ye fell asleep again.
But Huang He was not as lucky as Xiao Ye, and couldn't sleep at all.
He just cursed a lot under the influence of alcohol. Although he felt happy, he was a timid man after all. After he sobered up a little, he started to get scared.
He sat there blankly for a while, then ran out to drink again and didn't come back until now.
Sure enough, he was emboldened by alcohol. He entered the building in the dark from the outside and passed through the hall on the first floor. He didn't feel any hair at all. It was as if there had never been a perverted murderer or murderous ghost.
But for a drunkard like him, the drunkenness passed quickly, and before he even fell asleep, he felt the fear in his soul again.
It seems the wind has picked up.
He felt the flow of air in the attic and thought that maybe he should change rooms. No one lived here anyway, so why bother himself.
An old saying goes well: A hole as big as the eye of a needle fights against a strong wind.
Drowsily, Huang He felt that the cold had penetrated into the house. He couldn't tell from which direction, but the coldness had penetrated from the walls, and there was also a little moisture.
He wrapped the quilt tightly around him, but the cold still made him shiver.
"Damn it, I will move to the Japanese prisoner's house tomorrow and ask him to change to another room!"
He cursed in a low voice, but suddenly shut up and stared at the opposite wall with wide eyes.
Strange changes appeared on the wall illuminated by the moonlight.
Pieces of black shadows emerged, like mushrooms emerging from the ground after the rain. However, the mushrooms were of different sizes and had some weird shapes.
Their color became darker and darker, as if water vapor had soaked in, and then they began to slowly move together in one direction, and finally formed a human shape.
He had the shape of a child, but was stooped, and his face and eyes could not be seen clearly. His whole body was covered in black, and he walked down the wall as if he was struggling to free himself.
Huang He was so frightened that he couldn't scream. He just took the things around him and threw them at the shadow. However, everything passed through and fell directly to the opposite wall.
Pillows, cups, alarm clocks, ashtrays...
"Crack!"
The sound of broken objects sounded loud and clear, which was so harsh at night, but Huang He found that no one in the building seemed to hear it. Only the little ghost took a suffocation and continued to approach.
What to do? We must escape!
He turned his consciousness into action and hurriedly got out of bed, trying to escape before the ghost caught him.
He slept in the attic, so his door was actually just a movable board on the floor. As long as he lifted it up, he could jump down to find someone for help.
He fell to the ground, grabbed the iron ring on the wooden board, and pulled it up with all his strength.
Under the board, a round thing was hanging there looking up, very close to Huang He's face lying on the ground. It was a human head, but it had no eyebrows, just a round ball with a few big black holes.
The human hair said in a stiff voice, "It's your turn!"
Huang He was so frightened that before he could react, he felt a chill running down his back and into his heart. Then he was dragged back by a strong force and fell onto the bed.
He quickly got up and stepped back, his arms throwing things in vain, but he had nothing to throw anymore, so he just mechanically moved his arms.
His panicked behavior actually made the little ghost figure chuckle.
Taking advantage of the kid's distraction, he opened the window and tried to jump out, regardless of the danger of being above the third floor.
But he forgot how small the attic window was and how big his body was, and ended up getting stuck in mid-air.
No matter how hard he struggled, the iron bars of the window were firmly blocking his stomach, making it impossible for him to get out or go back.
In mid-air, he saw the lonely street outside the courtyard, the street lights were weakly lit, and downstairs was the small flower garden of the house, while he was desperately waiting for death.
He had never felt that death was so close, and the scenery in front of him might be the last sight in his life.
He felt a round object bumping into his lower body, which was left in the room, as if the human head was biting him.
On the outer eaves wall, the little ghost figure ran out at some point, crawling on the wall like a gecko, facing him.
Little Ghost Shadow also said the same thing, "It's your turn!"
Huang He finally asked, wanting to know the reason for all this, "Why? Did you kill those people?"
"Because I like killing people!"
Huang He felt a chill in his waist and subconsciously understood what had happened.
Surprise, fear, and anger surged into his heart.
"You bastard, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost! Damn you!"
In the face of death, Huang He, who had been timid and useless all his life, finally said the most heroic and manly words in his life.
Xiaoye heard the sound of things being thrown in the attic, but he thought it was Huang He going crazy with alcohol again, so he ignored it.
But when the shrill sound of the window shattering came, Xiaoye had already sensed that something had happened. He suddenly sat up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat on the bed to listen to the noise.
Why is he so drunken? Is something going to happen? Do you want to go up and have a look?
Xiaoye was hesitating when the light suddenly went out, causing him to gasp in shock.
However, although there was no light, the curtains were very thin and the moonlight filtered in. Once you got used to it, you could vaguely see the scenery in the room.
But at this moment, a strange sound came from my ears.
"Hiss! Hiss!" It was like tearing something apart.
"Who is it?"
Xiaoye's answer was a low and sinister laugh, and then the digging sound sped up like a rush, as if he couldn't wait to catch him.
This time, it even included the roof and the ground. At the same time, there were rapid knocking sounds on the doors and windows, and black shadows were reflected on the windows.
For a moment, there was a noise all around, as if something from outside was trying to break in desperately, and Xiaoye would not give up until he caught him. He stood up from the bed and stood on the ground, and the feeling that reached the soles of his feet was like there was a hard object between them.
The floor was touching his feet.
Xiaoye went back to bed helplessly, gritted her teeth, took off the talisman on the corner of the bed, endured the throbbing under the floor, and waited for a dark claw like a child's hand to stretch out from under the bed, and quickly pulled it off
The charm was affixed.
With a "hiss" sound and a scream, the claws twisted violently and disappeared quickly, and the charm fell back to the ground.
At the same time, a hole was broken in the wall, and another trumpet's ghost claws reached in.
Almost like a conditioned reflex, Xiaoye put the charm on it, but the result was the same as before, the ghost claw shrieked and retracted.
At this time, there were more and more holes in the room. Xiaoye was busy tearing off nearby charms and pasting them on the intruding ghost's hand. When the ghost's hand retracted, he pasted the charms back on the wall or door.
For a while, Xiaoye was running around the room, applying charms to block ghost hands, dragging a big chair up and down with a big chair that stretched out from the roof, and having a great time.
When the frequency of ghost hand intrusions slowed down, Xiaoye discovered that there were no holes dug in the walls, floors, doors and windows, and realized that what they wanted to break through was only the power of the spell, not the physical thing.
And although ghost hands appeared everywhere in the room, Xiaoye felt that only one or two ghosts were threatening him.
Xiaoye stood there nervously, waiting vigilantly for the ghost's attack, but it seemed to be seriously injured by the spell and did not dare to act rashly. It gradually stopped and the surroundings gradually became quiet.
Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief. At present, it seems that it should not dare to hurt itself again.
But does the noise in the attic just now indicate that something happened to the store owner?
For a moment, Xiaoye hated himself a little. Just now, he clearly felt that Huang He had a look of death on his face. Why didn't he look into it further? Maybe giving him a charm could save him.
Just as Xiaoye was condemning himself, a different sound came from outside the door. It was a woman's scream. The sound was so loud that it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.
It’s Sister Sun!
Xiaoye jumped up and pressed against the door to listen carefully. He heard Sister Sun's loud voice letting out frightened cries again and again.
Xiaoye quickly pulled off a few talismans, stuck them on his body wherever he could, and then rushed out of the room.
He didn't want to use his magical powers. If he accidentally burned down the hotel, he wouldn't be able to investigate it.
The corridor was pitch dark, but not as bright as the room. At this moment, Sister Sun's screams suddenly stopped, leaving only her low sobbing, which seemed a bit eerie and strange.
Xiaoye groped in the dark and followed the sound in the direction of Sister Sun's room. When he felt that he was about to reach it, his whole body suddenly became hairy and a chill suddenly came over him.
He didn't know if there was a color darker than black, but he felt that there was something darker in the darkness staring at him, but it didn't pounce.