Let's Face Your Fears Together Chapter 215 The Bathroom
"At least the culprit level!"
Zhang Luo listened to the miserable howls on both sides, and the green flame of the white candle in his hand was trembling violently, as if it was about to go out.
This thing was once used to suppress a disaster-level incident. Although it had no effect on the disaster-level incident itself, it could lower the level of ghosts under the disaster by one level.
If this can kill people, it must be the culprit.
"Ji Xiang, let's see if we can save them!"
Of course there is nothing that can be done about the two who vomited blood, but the others may be saved. This act proves that they are still human beings.
Matsushima Norika herself was the culprit. When she stepped on the marble floor with a pair of white shoes, the evil spirits disappeared. But when she saw the three boys whose bodies were covered with filthy mud, they were melting like three clay figures and shook their heads at Zhang Luo.
He shook his head.
Having no other choice, Zhang Luo asked Matsushima Norika to retreat.
After just a blink of an eye, the three people were gone. Oh no, there was no movement outside. The two girls were so scared that they were crying. It can be seen that the horror of high-level supernatural events is that the destined ones may not have a chance to save people. As long as they take a moment
To hesitate is death.
Zhang Luo couldn't figure out the way to this haunted house. The other disasters were all clearly located. The scariest ghost Zhang Luo had ever seen was a painter. He also stood up and stood up with a branch.
The brush paints fear.
Zhang Luo still hasn't found the source of all information when people or ghosts enter this haunted house. Cameras can't do that. How can a supernatural object be so powerful in erasing Zhang Luo's almost becoming a living disaster?
memory?
Only disaster!
In addition to the door-closer ghost, the corpse oil ghost, and the black mud ghost below, there is another ghost in this house!
Zhang Luo retreated into the living room. On the floor in front of the sofa, large amounts of blood, internal organs, and black mud dyed the entire Persian carpet dark red. Wang Yinyin had vomited it out. Her own body fell to the ground and the dirt was still in her mouth.
Slowly flowing out, the snowy thighs twitched from time to time, looking particularly terrifying in the dirt.
Over there, Qiu Wen and Yao Xin hugged each other and huddled in the corner. Their bodies were also stained with a lot of blood, and their spirits were greatly stimulated.
Qiu Wen calmed down a little, her face turned pale and she was trembling while talking on the phone, but there was no phone call in this place.
In fact, you should be able to make calls when you go outside. Zhang Luo took a photo in the underworld last time and uploaded it to the Internet. I don’t know if it has something to do with the characteristics of the underworld. However, both of them were frightened. Suddenly
I saw someone I knew vomiting blood and dying, even if it was an ordinary man.
At this time, the door that was originally destroyed by Zhang Luo was restored. The two girls could not open it and had to hide in the corner.
Zhang Luo suspected that the two who went down first did not die immediately, so it was probably a ghost fishing. Under normal circumstances, ghosts would not do such an operation, but if the targets were himself and Ji Xiang, it would be explained.
It's waiting for itself to go down!
There must be a ghost here, and a ghost with wisdom!
Zhang Luo was unwilling to go on when he knew it was a trap, but this was contrary to his mission of finding the source of the villa's supernatural powers. Just like before he came in, even though he knew there was a red high-energy warning here, he still couldn't help it.
He broke in. As if to prove that he was no longer the rookie who was chased by the painter and Route 13 and fled through the realm of Yin and Yang.
Zhang Luo held a candelabra candle with strange green flames and cautiously led Matsushima Norika out of the basement, thinking about what to do next.
He glanced at the two people over there
A college student, the flickering green light made his cheeks look particularly eerie.
"They are all dead. Do you want to die?"
Zhang Luo asked.
To him, it was just a casual question, but in the eyes of the two girls, it was particularly terrifying. Yao Xin's tears that had not been wiped away began to flow out again, and Qiu Wen swallowed.
"You have killed so many people, the police will find you soon! Don't kill us, we have money, we can also be used as hostages, and we can..."
When the girl saw Matsushima Norika's terrifying eyes, as if she were looking at a dead person, she suddenly didn't dare to speak. She didn't ask who you were or what you had done. Instead, it was more like negotiating. She
After being frightened by the death of his friend, but still stubbornly believing that it was the murder of a living person, Zhang Luo was obviously regarded as a perverted murderer, and Matsushima Norika's appearance seemed to further confirm this.
Perverted murderous couple?
When Zhang Luo thought about this description, he felt it was a bit absurd. This girl actually attributed the deaths of these people directly to herself. Although he didn't care what others thought of him, he didn't like to take the blame.
"What else? Be an rbq?"
Zhang Luo sarcastically said.
"Did you overestimate yourself?"
Qiu Wen's expression froze, and she immediately shut up when she saw Zhang Luo's face, her face turned pale and she was trembling.
"Tch!" Zhang Luo said disdainfully, "Do you think I came here to do something as boring as killing people?"
Of course the two girls didn't believe it.
He placed the candlestick on the coffee table and pointed at the house: "Where do you think this is?"
"This is a haunted house. Do you know what a ghost is? I've never seen you so good at seeking death!"
Zhang Luo was casually chatting with the two girls while looking around. He felt that the villa seemed to be waking up. From the moment he lit the candle, something seemed to have changed in the villa.
"Tick-tock-!"
"Tick-tock-!"
"Tick-tock-!"
…
There was a dripping sound in the bathroom, and Zhang Luo's eyes suddenly turned to the corner of the stairs, which was the bathroom on the first floor.
"This is a cliché third-rate ghost movie routine."
Zhang Luo felt that this was not the owner of this villa.
Not to mention how cliched the scenes are, even clichéd third-rate movies know that the boss must be the one who awakens at the end.
So he took out an ancient book with a black cover.
"Jixiang, please be careful."
The two sisters watched him take out the dark murder weapon, their hearts almost reached their throats, thinking that he was going to take action against them, and their eyes looked desperate.
"no, do not want……"
"Tick tock tick tock..."
The sound of water dripping in the bathroom was getting louder and faster.
Zhang Luo was too lazy to pay attention to them. In this non-materialistic world, these stubborn materialists could only receive a beating from society to make them bow their heads.
Or die.
Zhang Luo obviously has no intention of compulsory education, so he can only ask them to die.
"boom--!"
The bathroom door was kicked open, making a loud noise, and even the rhythm of water dripping was disrupted.
"Ah!" The two girls screamed in fright, probably a little confused because Zhang Luo was going crazy at the bathroom door.
Zhang Luo took a long stride and glanced at the sink that seemed to be blocked by messy hair. He turned off the faucet. He looked up and saw "Zhang Luo" staring at him in the mirror.
He looked gloomy.
Zhang Luo's gray culprit eyes turned: "What are you looking at?"
Then, he stretched out his index finger and poked "Zhang Luo"'s eyes in the mirror.
"Zhang Luo" covered his eyes and let out a silent scream in pain.
"Crash——!"
The mirror was cracked and shattered all over the floor.
But the sound of water dripping did not weaken, but became faster, turning into the sound of water flowing.
Zhang Luo kicked open the wooden sliding door, and it derailed and fell to the ground.
Inside, I saw a bathtub that was very common in the Sun Islands. The faucet was wide open and red liquid was pouring out.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Zhang Luo snorted, becoming more and more certain about a certain guess in his mind.
According to the law of supernatural beings, the more powerful a ghost is, the more direct it will be. It will not play any fancy tricks with you at all. Killing has its own characteristics but is also very direct.
Instead, there are all kinds of evil spirits and endless ways to scare people.
This is one of the reasons why Zhang Luo is still in this villa. He is very aware of the danger of disaster, but why doesn't it come out?
You see, other painters always show up first, and then Shi Shiran sets up his painting tools and says, "How about you run away if you can? You can't beat me anyway, so I'll let you run one kilometer first!"
He had a feeling that the other party must have been unable to show up for some reason, or was at a critical moment, or was in a state of weakness.
As long as there is a slight possibility, Zhang Luo feels that he has made a profit. An ability that can erase the sense of existence and erase the person's memory in the world. Even ghosts and destiny people cannot resist it. This ability is very important for his journey to Tokyo.
Important, it can be said to be a life-saving artifact.
To give an inappropriate example, for example, if he seduces Qiao Xi and then uses this ability, sister Qiao Xi may not recognize him immediately, and naturally find other reasons or simply ignore the physical abnormality.
This kind of ability can definitely be used in Tokyo!
What could be better than turning the city of Tokyo upside down, showing off in front of all the forces, and then just running away and doing good deeds without leaving a name?
Yes, that's why he would rather risk his life to come here!
There seemed to be something floating in front of me, and the white and swollen face of the dead body was looming in the red liquid. The faucet became faster and faster, and the liquid in the bathtub gradually overflowed.
"No one can stop me from showing off!"
With such belief, Zhang Luo kicked the bathtub to pieces!
"Crash——!"
A gap allowed the blood-like thick liquid to overflow, and the stench suddenly spread in the small space. The ghost in the bathtub had probably never seen such a reckless thing. He opened his eyes immediately, but what appeared in front of him was not the bathroom ceiling of the villa at all, but
It's a big mountain shoe foot, which is firmly stamped on the face.
"Plop——!"
Zhang Luo ignored that the water in the bathtub was not drained yet and stepped on it.
The Bathtub Ghost didn't panic, or rather, it didn't have the concept of panic. A sharp scream came out from its damaged throat, and it grabbed Zhang Luo's foot.
Zhang Luo suddenly felt that his throat began to hurt unbearably, as if a knife was stabbing out of his throat. This was the power of a ghost! If his body hadn't been transformed long ago, he might not have been a match for this ghost.
There was also a ghost that appeared and clung to his back. It looked exactly like Zhang Luo and clung to his back, trying to control his movements.