After Zhao Long heard the other party's words, his hand trembled suddenly, and the phone almost slipped from his hand!
"Hello? Hello? Mr. Zhao? Are you still listening?"
Because the speakerphone was not turned on this time, neither Dong Xie nor Dong Ning knew what he heard, but seeing his expression that instantly turned pale, they immediately deduced that he heard something terrible.
At this time, the footsteps of the old lady downstairs could no longer be heard.
Zhao Long's body almost collapsed. Then he thought of something, immediately hung up the phone and called Feng Yu.
"Answer the phone, answer the phone... answer the phone!"
Zhao Long was extremely anxious. He didn't know what Feng Yu and Ge Qi were going through outside, but he had to remind them.
Finally... what Zhao Long was most worried about did not happen. The phone was connected, and Feng Yu's voice came: "Zhao Long, it's me... What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
"Listen..." Zhao Long breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around again, and then said: "Stop wandering outside and come up quickly. 'Those things' have already appeared."
…
The three people walked into the room, and Zhao Long quickly locked the door. He told Feng Yu and Ge Qi to come up as soon as possible.
When they learned that the old lady just now was most likely a dead person, both Dong Xie and Dong Ning were almost paralyzed. After all, they had never really come into contact with "those unclean things", but they did not expect this.
This kind of contact actually happened under such circumstances!
"Calm down..." Zhao Long took a deep breath and said, "Don't panic yet... let's..."
He wanted to organize language, but fear made his brain go blank, and his thoughts could not effectively clarify the logic. Before coming here, he had purchased a tombstone for himself in advance, which showed that the hope of survival in his heart was extremely slim.
In his mentality, there is not much difference between himself and a patient diagnosed with terminal cancer by a doctor. At this time, his experience of having two successful blood letters is of little use.
An old resident was in such a panic, and Dong Xie, as a new resident, was naturally in a panic. But when he thought of his sister A Ning behind him, he knew that he could not retreat now. It would be a knife to extend his head, and it would be a knife to shrink his head. Could it be that he was afraid of death?
Can you survive? You will always find a way! No word in blood is an unsolvable death situation!
"She...she shouldn't hurt us for the time being," Dong Xie clutched the clothes on his chest with his hands, trying desperately to suppress the trembling of his body, and said: "If he wanted to kill us, he would have done it long ago. This time the blood
The writing...hasn’t officially started yet!”
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly sounded outside the door!
Upon hearing this voice, their expressions changed drastically!
"Don't... don't be afraid!" Dong Xie helped Zhao Long, who almost collapsed and fell to the floor, and said, "Maybe it's Feng Yu and Ge Qi!"
"Well...also...also...probably it's them..."
Taking out a napkin and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Zhao Long also knew that he had basically lost all face in front of the two new residents. But to be honest, after surviving the first two bloody spells, he already felt
When he reached his limit, he was not the one who explored the way out of his life twice.
"Feng Yu...is that you?"
Walking to the door, Zhao Long said.
But there was no answer from the door. Then, the doorbell rang again.
Now Zhao Long's face became even paler, and the faces of Dong Xie and Dong Ning also became extremely ugly.
One thing can be inferred from all the records and information left by the residents in the past: humans have no means to check and balance "those things". The various exorcism methods that are so popular on the Internet are all nonsense and can only be restrained by black donkey hooves.
The theory of Zongzi is just a fabrication in tomb-robbing novels. No matter whether it is the cross or holy water taken from the church, or the amulet consecrated by the eminent monk in the temple, there is no way to deal with "those things". When Dong Xie just knew about this kind of thing,
He was very desperate. In order to allow the protagonist of the novel to survive, he had to transform and write the post-supernatural transformation into cultivating immortals. As a result, he was scolded by readers because he believed that one drink and one peck made it unreasonable for spiritual beings to exist but not be able to do anything about it.
Restraint? But reality is so cruel!
It is impossible to open the door, but this is the fifth floor, and there is no place to escape! So, what should they do?
"Um..." At this time, a voice sounded outside the door: "Mr. Zhao?"
"Huh? This voice?" Hearing this voice, Zhao Long's fear was relieved and he immediately asked: "That...Mr. Chen?"
That old voice sounded very much like the landlord, Mr. Chen Bokuan.
Previously, Zhao Long and others searched for the address mentioned in the blood letter, and found that there happened to be a house for rent in Building 3. Although the fifth floor was a bit higher, the blood letter prohibited them from leaving Building 3 anyway. Whether they lived on the first floor or not
It was just about convenience when escaping. Then I signed a contract with the landlord's son who lived in K city and paid the rent and security deposit. The landlord's son handled the process, and I only contacted the landlord through phone calls.
"My son called me just now... I am old, so I was going to take a nap, but I didn't expect to oversleep."
Zhao Long opened the door a crack and looked outside. It was an octogenarian old man, but the old man seemed to be in good spirits, unlike the previous one...
"Well...Mr. Chen..." Zhao Long breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We..."
"Why didn't you contact me when you came? I didn't know until my son told me. He said you had arrived on the fifth floor. He also said that someone gave you the key and lied that he was my lover?"
"Well...that's what happened..."
"Speaking of which, I did lose a spare key, and I was thinking about changing the lock... I don't know who is playing a prank." The old man then asked: "Can you show me the key?"
"Um……"
Zhao Long handed the key to the old man. The old man took the key, looked at it, nodded, and said: "Well... that's the key. What does the person who gave you the key look like? It seems I have to change the door lock.
Who knows if she has a new key?"
At this time, Dong Xie came over, looked at the old man, and asked with still vigilance: "Well... can you show us... your lover's photo?"
The old man was stunned and looked a little unhappy: "My wife passed away three years ago. Someone must have impersonated her. I might as well show it to you..."
He took out his mobile phone and called up a photo: "This was taken three years ago..."
Looking at the photo, Zhao Long and the others almost held their breath. The old woman next to the old man in the photo... was the old lady just now!
