The dying He Laoer and Liu Guanglei were tied together by Xi Yu and brought to Chen Xiangyun, and he asked her to take good care of them.
He Laoer was away and no one was preparing the meal. Zhang Zijian and Meng Rong returned to the dinner table and stared blankly at Xi Yu who was making instant noodles by herself.
They were not stunned for long when Wang Shengchuan, who had been chopped into two pieces at the back door, walked back as if nothing had happened. There was no clue about the connection between his neck and body, as if what Xi Yu had just seen was all an illusion.
Not only that, Wei Shi and Wu Jiangbo, two people who had never even appeared at breakfast, also sat in their seats. They did not touch the blackened buns, and did not have any conversation with each other. Their bodies were stained with blood, and their skin was He was pale and purple, and his movements were obviously stiff.
What a coincidence, they all deliberately avoided Xi Yu when they came, but stuck closely to Zhang Zijian.
Xi Yu paused in tearing open the lid of the instant noodles, and suddenly remembered the strange turn Meng Rong took when escaping back to the hotel.
He was so cowardly that he ran away when scared by a few fierce ghosts, but how could he survive after escaping to the back mountain?
Wu Jiangbo, Wei Shi, and Wang Shengchuan are definitely not alive, and Meng Rong is most likely not alive either. Xi Yu chewed the noodles slowly and sincerely felt pity for Zhang Zijian who was surrounded by evil spirits.
A group of ghosts surrounded one person. Only Xi Yu had enjoyed this kind of treatment. Zhang Zijian seemed unlikely to be able to bear this kind of blessing.
Zhang Zijian's face turned pale. He also didn't think that these teammates who suddenly appeared again were alive. He leaned in the direction of Meng Rong. Seeing that Wang Shengchuan seemed to be fine, he asked, "Didn't you say you were going to the back mountain? You What was found in the back mountain? Why did the person suddenly disappear? "
Wang Shengchuan stared at him with numb eyes for a while, and smiled: "Because, I found a way to leave in the back mountain."
He spoke very slowly, and every word seemed to be forced out of his throat.
"That's the exit you can leave. Do you want to go there with me and take a look."
The method is very correct, and everyone who enters the ghost story will definitely not be able to refuse this temptation.
Xi Yu finished the last bite of instant noodles.
But the persona collapsed. Wang Shengchuan is obviously not the kind of person who values his teammates.
Sure enough, it was a good thing that he didn't say this. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zijian's eyes changed. He struggled to stand up and wanted to run to the room, but Meng Rong's hand held his arm firmly.
"Follow me, I know where the exit is."
Meng Rong smiled and said: "You saw Wang Shengchuan hacked to death by that ghost boss with your own eyes. Don't you still think he is alive? Do you think you will live too long if you follow a dead man?"
Wang Shengchuan raised his leg and walked in front of Zhang Zijian smoothly. He clamped his shoulder with his other hand and said, "There is an exit in the back mountain. You can leave."
Wei Shi and Wu Jiangbo looked left and right and saw that they probably couldn't take Zhang Zijian away, and they didn't see anyone alive except Xi Yu.
There are too many dead people, four ghosts deceive two people, and there are simply not enough living people.
They hesitated on the spot and chose to adopt Meng Rong's statement.
"I know where the exit is. If you want to leave, just follow us."
"I'm sorry, I feel like I'm going home when I come here, and I don't want to leave just yet."
After Xi Yu finished the last bite of noodles, he raised the bowl and poured the instant noodle soup on Wu Jiangbo and Wei Shi's faces. He also put the empty plastic paper bowl on Wei Shi's head in a dishonorable manner: "You want to play house?" You can play by yourself at home, I don’t have time to accompany you.”
Wei Shi:......
Wu Jiangbo:......
Zhang Zijian finally realized that the people in front of him were all ghosts without exception, and the only living person was the woman he had despised from the beginning. He wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't scream when he opened his mouth.
After sighing at the rapid destruction of his teammates, Xi Yu pushed open the iron door at the stairway to the third floor without feeling any guilt.
The cold wind on the shop floor, the rich smell of blood and the faint sound of crying gave her a familiar feeling of returning to the scene of the crime. She first opened the door of Room 301 with the lock she got from He Laoer.
She was tense and alert, but there was only a little boy sitting on the floor, tearing paper and playing with it.
The deflated leather ball with the outline of a human head clearly visible was thrown aside. The boy was holding a crumpled old lined book and was mechanically tearing out each page.
Each page is densely packed with #, %, & and the numbers behind these symbols.
Before Xi Yu stepped into the room, the boy raised his head.
"Sister, they are sheep, so who am I?"
"Sheep and I look similar. Sheep can talk, sing, write, and use mobile phones."
"The sheep's belly smells so bad, it's full of bad, sticky red paint, but I also have the same red paint in my belly."
"That's not a sheep at all, that's a human!"
"Your ball is made of human heads! How disgusting!"
"Ah, it stinks, it stinks, it stinks so much that I'm going crazy!"
"You are too noisy, can someone help me? I don't want to stay here, I don't want to be with you!"
It cannot be called a human face at all.
Those sounds of different tones and pitches came from the countless mouths on the boy's face. There were no eyes or noses. There were only mouths that kept opening and closing on the smooth face.
Room 301 was noisy and noisy. The voices were of different genders and ages. Some were calling for help, some were asking Xi Yu in children's voices, and some were sternly threatening others.
But the boy still had a normal body. He put down the torn account book with both hands and kept slapping his mouth.
"Quiet! Quiet! I have something to tell my sister!"
A childish voice screamed: "You are too noisy!"
"How stupid! If I were you, I wouldn't leave the torn-out ledger at the front desk!"
"You killed your own father! You killed your own father!"
Some of the mouths didn't care about the boy's wishes at all. They bit the boy's fingers viciously and tore the bloody flesh from the boy's fingers and palms: "You killed your own father for the sheep!"
"No! They are not sheep, they are people too! That is not a ball at all!"
A middle-aged female voice interrupted them: "Child, you did the right thing! Come in quickly! I have something to tell you!"
Countless voices intertwined, and the boy wanted to withdraw his hand, but was bitten hard by those mouths.
"We're hungry!"
This scene was too weird and cruel. Regardless of whether the boy was a human or not, the single-page account book that had helped Xi Yu a lot was left to Xi Yu by him.
Xi Yu wanted to help the boy, after all, he was Chen Baozhu's younger brother, but the moment she was about to step through the door, a completely unfamiliar young female voice suddenly sounded: "Don't come in! This is a trap! Go to 302, 303!"
"Damn it! How come this beast is still alive!"
"I am so hungry!"
"It's her fault that we can't eat, so let's just eat her!"
Immediately afterwards, the mouths suddenly came together, squirming towards one mouth at the same time like snakes, and teeth that were not as sharp as humans simultaneously bit the mouth belonging to the young female voice.
Fragments of the ledger were scattered.
Dark red blood and mud spurted out from those mouths at the same time.
