The scream was a bit harsh, but the people sitting in the living room didn't move.
The old lady heard the cry and said anxiously: "What happened? It sounded like her grandson's voice!"
Xu Huo walked over to support her and led her to the living room, "Old man, do you miss your grandson too much?"
"There was a sound just now, didn't you hear it?" the old lady was confused.
"No." Zhu Xiaojin pretended to be dumbfounded and said with emotion: "You are such a good grandma. You love your grandson so much. It's a pity that my grandma passed away when I was very young. Otherwise, I guess she would be like you."
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The old lady's face, which was a little deformed due to anxiety, gradually calmed down and she said with a smile: "Yes, there is no grandma in the world who doesn't love her grandson. As long as he is well, I will do anything."
She looked at Xu Huo and the others through her eyelids, and finally fixed her eyes on the painting girl, "My dear, there is not enough room at home, you can sleep with me tonight."
The painting girl was also very straightforward. She held up the communication device and there were three big words on it, "I won't do it."
The old lady didn't care about her impoliteness, but she disliked her being unable to speak. "She is mute. It's a pity that she is so handsome..."
She turned her gaze to Tang Yu as she spoke, with a kind face on her face, "Daughter, please sleep with me."
Tang Yu smiled slightly, "Okay, I also want to experience what it feels like to be loved by grandma."
In order to express her goodwill, the old lady cooked them a dinner. After the meal, Tang Yu offered to go to her grandson's room to see the room. The old lady refused. After Tang Yu tried to open the door several times, she simply coaxed him into her grandson's room.
room, and explained to Xu Huo and others that his grandson did not like outsiders coming in, and asked them to sleep in another bedroom and the living room.
"No problem." Xu Huo watched them off.
"Looking at this posture, she should be resurrecting her grandson." Zhu Xiaojin said: "Did you come to us as a substitute? Why did she drag Tang Yu in?"
"Maybe you want to find a wife for your dead grandson." Lao Cai continued, "Older people can't get around this."
Zhu Xiaojin rolled his eyes, "She still has the nerve to dislike Sister Lichun."
The painting girl was not interested in the old lady, but she found the moving "people" in the room interesting and said she wanted to go in and have a look.
"Wait a minute." Xu Huo said: "He didn't come out even after cutting it, which means it's not time yet. They should probably come to us in the evening to see what they want to do. If they just want to kill people, just burn them on fire."
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The old lady in 603 obviously has a complete story here. Burning the body in advance may start over again, which is unnecessary.
"Even if the whole neighborhood is full of demons, it's nothing." Lao Cai looked at the time and said, "It's ten o'clock in the evening now."
It was silent in the middle of the night, without any cries of birds or animals, but heavy footsteps could be heard from time to time in the corridor, as if someone was walking up and down against the wall and deliberately stamping their feet.
603 is next to the corridor, and the house is not soundproof. After struggling like this for half an hour, Zhu Xiaojin opened the door and shouted outside, "Believe it or not, I ripped your skin off and cramped you. You stayed up most of the night and went crazy in the corridor!"
The sounds in the corridor disappeared, but at the same time, an unexplained wind suddenly blew into Zhu Xiaojin's face.
A translucent shadow floated to the door and was about to come in through the crack in the door. Zhu Xiaojin sneered and slammed the door, "You're used to it!"
However, a door could not control the shadow outside. The other party's hands passed through the door, and when they were about to climb on Zhu Xiaojin, they suddenly stopped, and then they suddenly retracted their hands as if they were frightened by something.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
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"I don't understand, she's already a ghost, why is she making such a big fuss?" Zhu Xiaojin was a little irritated, "Can't dead people die there quietly?"
"I know, I know!" The painting girl took out the communication device, "This is a horror movie. Horror movies are all like this. Wait until dawn, and the protagonist will be safe."
"Do we have to wait until dawn?" Zhu Xiaojin rolled up his sleeves and rushed over to kick the room with the coffin open. Before he could move, he was overcome by the stench that hit his face in the next second. He fled to the living room and kept retching.
"Holy crap! Biochemical weapons!"
Xu Huo covered his mouth and nose and looked at the bedroom door. The corpse had been put back together. It stood silently dead at the door, its rotting face even more twisted and terrifying because of anger.
"There's still time to sew it up for yourself." He looked at the rough sutures on the corpse, "With the stitches like this, can you walk?"
It was hard to say whether it could walk or not, because the next second it flew towards Xu Huo.
Xu Huo spun on the spot, raised his long leg and hit the opponent's abdomen. Looking at the body that flew against the TV cabinet, he nodded, "My feet feel good."
The corpse became even more angry, spitting out black and green smoke from its mouth. Zhu Xiaojin, who had already put on a gas mask, rushed over and stuffed two iron balls into his mouth, "Shut up, you stink!"
"Pull off the head." Xu Huo said, "See if it can still move."
"No problem." Zhu Xiaojin grabbed his head with one hand and pressed his shoulders with the other, and pulled the head out neatly.
The collapsed sutures revealed a bit of discolored flesh, and the body suddenly fell to the ground.
"The stitched parts of this monster are almost growing together, and its resilience is stronger than the player." Zhu Xiaojin threw the head that tried to bite him into the fruit plate on the coffee table, "I think it's better to set it on fire."
The head in the fruit bowl still wanted to jump, but the next second it was stepped on by Xu Huo.
The lighter that had not been seen for a long time appeared in his hand. He looked down at the human head, "It can be put back together if it is chopped off, and the head can be used when it is separated from the body. I don't know if it can be restored after being chopped into pieces... but it's a bit troublesome to chop into pieces.
It's better to burn it, I heard that fire can defeat these messy things."
There was fear on Xu Huo's face. Just when Xu Huo was about to light the fire, the old lady who had been eavesdropping in the room suddenly jumped out and screamed: "Don't touch my grandson!"
Tang Yu, who was following behind, tripped her and pressed her back with props to prevent her from getting up, "Old man, your grandson is still studying in another place. Are you too old and confused to regard such a thing as your grandson? You
My grandson might be very sad if he knew about it!"
"You bitch, let me go! Otherwise I'll kill you!" The old lady's bitter face was filled with resentment.
Tang Yu curled her lips and broke her neck bone directly.
The old lady's body collapsed on the floor.
The head reacted greatly to the death of its loved one, and almost escaped while struggling. As if in response to its anger, all the lights in the room exploded, and then the ceiling collapsed together with the chandelier, revealing the inside.
The red talisman, followed by the human head and corpse, as well as the newly deceased old lady, all showed signs of activity again.
"Well," Xu Huo pulled Sanwu into the middle of the living room, "I'll arrange a cremation for you." ()