"you--"
"No, don't kill us!"
As soon as they got closer, the human seemed to be unable to withstand anything and shouted out.
Bai Su, who has no plans to cook anything, and humans are not on the menu for the time being:?
The black-haired young man narrowed his eyes.
Human beings seem to be a little distracted. The successive shocks have made their nerves as fragile as spider silk. They are elastic, but can be easily snared away by external forces.
There may be reasons of his own, but Bai Su doesn't want to admit it.
He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, a smile that stirred the human heart.
"You want me to kill you?" Bai Su's voice was soft and hoarse, a few higher pitches than when he spoke to the camera. "If you have such a request, it's not impossible -"
"No, no, no, please pretend we didn't say anything."
The first one to come to his senses was Lao Hei. He had received less shock than his female companions before, and he had been frightened by Bai Su in advance, so he had a little bit of immunity.
Not much, just enough for him to speak tremblingly now.
The black-haired young man smiled on his face, and when he took it back, his words contained a deliberate expression of regret: "Really, it's a pity."
The burly man didn't know what Bai Su was feeling sorry for, so he quickly poked his female companion awake with his elbow.
The latter was crying so annoyingly that the burly man covered her mouth for fear that she would cry out something that shouldn't have happened.
Bai Su had no idea about human cries. Anyway, they couldn't be any louder than supernatural cries.
He passed the two humans who were still paralyzed on the ground and walked downstairs.
The camera lens was deliberately angled away.
Bai Su thinks that he is very good to the audience in the live broadcast room, and has never let them see any bloody scenes. He hopes that humans can also support Bai Quan's "mascot" career in the future.
The more people who support him, the more he can—
Halfway up the Baisu stairs, someone behind me was staggering to keep up.
The corpse that had fallen on the spikes of the statue was still lying there. After so much time, the state of his corpse had not changed at all.
The blood pours continuously from the incision and does not clot.
The human following obviously saw this scene, and his breathing became a little heavier.
But this time he said nothing and followed Bai Su quietly.
The black-haired young man came to the first floor.
The dazzling blush cannot be ignored, but Bai Su can just look away.
He ignored the obvious strangeness in the kitchen, looked around the entire first floor, and then asked, "Where is the computer?"
"What?" asked the sturdy man who slowly carried his female companion to the first floor.
"I said -" Bai Su's black eyes changed slightly, "You were talking about the computer on the first floor."
The low table in front of the sofa in the living room was empty, with only a few hastily unplugged wires rolled into a ball and lying on the ground.
Apparently, something took away the strange computer.
Ah...this is really...the originally good mood took a turn for the worse, and Bai Su squeezed the camera in his hand to make a clicking sound.
The camera was crushed under the half-frightened, half-numb gaze of humans.
It turns out that humans didn't look down, but they couldn't stand the sound of metal mixed with plastic twisting and compressing, which was too crisp.
Crunch, crunch.
The human tried to shrink his palm, which made his wrist weak.
His hands and feet have long been sore, and his ability to reach this point is all due to his thirst for life.
Humans watched helplessly as the hard metal plate was crumpled into a ball like thin paper.
Then, an incredible scene occurred.
The remains of the camera, which had been crushed into small squares, were still held in Bai Su's palm, but the new camera appeared out of thin air and fell from mid-air.
Bai Su threw his right hand upward and caught it with his left hand.
The camera that appeared three times was held firmly in his hand, and then pressed again.
The audience in the live broadcast room suddenly felt the camera shaking violently, and the top-down fall made the picture blurry and difficult to distinguish.
"Mr. Bai..." the human shouted cautiously.
The black-haired young man who repeated the above operation several times finally caught the camera, pointed the lens at the palm of his hand, and turned it around in his hand.
"Where's the computer?" Bai Su chewed on these words, "Ah...it turns out there are other 'people' here."
No one can say otherwise, but what is certain is that Bai Su is a little unhappy.
The only thing in the whole haunted house that attracted him was the camera in his hand and the computer connected to it.
Bai Su originally thought that the computer couldn't escape even if it was here, so he stayed upstairs for a while.
Who would have known that after spending so much time playing tricks with that kid, someone would move the computer away.
The scope of his escape was limited to this haunted house, so he probably couldn't escape far, but this made Bai Su unhappy.
This is his prey.
It's like someone stroking the tiger's beard and making the predator become serious.
"interesting."
The human heard these two words coming from the front, and then the black-haired young man started walking.
Bai Su came to the center of the living room and stared at the remaining wires. Then he turned to look at the kitchen.
The kitchen door, which seemed to be fixed to the space, was slowly opening.
In an instant, the liquid accumulated in the "tank" had a water outlet and rushed out.
"Don't stand on the ground."
The human heard this, and then the strong man hurriedly put himself and the female companion on his back onto the sofa in the living room.
He really couldn't climb anywhere else, and the sofa was the closest piece of furniture a human with weak legs could find.
From the perspective of the burly man, the amount of liquid accumulated in the kitchen was so huge that even standing on the sofa was not safe, in case it was stained by the ominous red liquid... The human stared blankly ahead.
The black-haired young man who told him to find a higher place to stand still stayed where he was, not dodging or dodging, letting the liquid rub against his feet and then submerge his ankles.
The red color that should have continued to twine and climb up stopped moving forward. The sloshing liquid rotated a few times, but the water level actually dropped.
Even humans have observed this, and the rushing water level is receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The male body floating in the kitchen also slipped to the ground, and a mobile phone floated out with it.
Before the floor was completely drained, the water-stained communication equipment rushed to Bai Su's feet.
The screen of the phone, which had been soaked for nearly an hour, was black, and it was obvious that it could no longer be turned on.
But under such preconditions, the phone rang.
Not from somewhere in the villa, but from at your feet.
The phone with a black screen instantly completed the entire process from turning on to ringing, which took less than three seconds.
The ringtone of the mobile phone was extremely harsh late at night, and both the people in the villa and the audience in the live broadcast room heard it.
What's even more concerning is... Bai Su picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID on it.
The caller ID said "Mom".
(End of chapter)
