The sound of steady breathing could be heard in the room.
It was already two o'clock in the morning, and Liangfeng had already fallen asleep.
However, Miss Guan Sheng and Zhao Xiaoxiao were looking at their mobile phones in the room, and the little stone man was also learning fighting skills on a mobile phone. The two strange people, the human skin paper and the paper-pierced human face, did not know what they were communicating.
Such is the night in the cool room.
The mobile phone Zhao Xiaoxiao used was one that was confiscated after killing those ghosts before, and Liangfeng had seized more than one of these mobile phones, and now they are all placed under Liangfeng's bed.
Generally, the mobile phones seized from ghosts are obsolete resistive screen mobile phones. After all, capacitive screen mobile phones cannot be used by ghosts, but resistive screen mobile phones are not valuable now, let alone sold second-hand, so the cool breeze will If you save mobile phones and package them up and sell them later, you may be able to sell them more. Quantitative changes can also lead to qualitative changes.
After all, Miss Guan Sheng has studied and has been exposed to mobile phones. With the guidance of Liangfeng, Miss Guan Sheng can quickly master the use of mobile phones.
Usually, Ms. Guan Sheng likes to use her mobile phone to catch up on dramas and read news. She occasionally goes to QQ groups. Now she has also joined several nutritionist interest groups. Her daily life is very fulfilling.
Zhao Xiaoxiao was different. At that time, Zhao Xiaoxiao had no parents, so Zhao Xiaoxiao actually had not studied for several years and was half-illiterate. Don’t underestimate the fact that Zhao Xiaoxiao had studied for several years. , after all, it was really not easy to study for several years under those circumstances in that era.
It was entirely because at that time, Zhao's small village did not have to worry about food and drink, and the people in the village had the leisure to educate the next generation.
Later, Zhao Xiaoxiao was killed and his studies were interrupted.
It's a pity that Zhao Xiaoxiao didn't have the consciousness to learn cultural knowledge. Although he could understand various things in the village after becoming a pulse-pressing ghost, he didn't study in secret, so the study stopped.
Because Zhao Xiaoxiao has not studied for a few years, he only has a rough understanding of many knowledge and sentences, such as the sentence "wealth can be found in danger". He just thinks that there will definitely be good things if there is danger, otherwise he will do it. There was no point in rushing forward until there was danger... Of course, this had something to do with Zhao Xiaoxiao's brain being a bit awkward.
Without much knowledge, Zhao Xiaoxiao naturally did not learn to use a mobile phone so easily. Fortunately, this does not mean that Zhao Xiaoxiao cannot learn to use a mobile phone, and Miss Guan Sheng also began to teach Zhao Xiaoxiao literacy in her spare time.
Although Liangfeng doesn't know what the use of Zhao Xiaoxiao's literacy is, as long as Miss Guan Sheng likes it, Liangfeng will not stop him.
Zhao Xiaoxiao initially refused to learn literacy. It was not until Miss Guan Sheng forced her to learn some simple Chinese characters and read some simple story books that Zhao Xiaoxiao changed.
Although the age when Zhao Xiaoxiao became a ghost was much older than the age when Miss Guan Sheng became a ghost, it may be because it has always been in the state of a child. Its mind is still at the stage of a child, which is a little distorted, but it is still the same Children also have curiosity and are easily attracted by interesting things.
Now Zhao Xiaoxiao holds the phone every day without thinking about running away. Even if it is stuffed into a travel bag, he can keep looking at the phone all day long without moving.
Things like mobile phones are indeed magical.
The little stone man is out of vulgar taste. He usually lets Liangfeng play boxing and fighting videos on his mobile phone to learn how to fight.
It's obviously a cursed stone doll destined to die, but the little stone man has a heart that wants to be unparalleled.
Human skin paper and paper-pierced people have no interest in mobile phones. Unless there are some good ones, how can the patterns transformed from human skin paper be so understandable?
However, the human skin paper "brings skills to investment", and it can transform into those good pictures when it first comes. Liangfeng was once very curious about what the human skin paper has experienced in the past, but it is a pity that the human skin paper cannot fully express it. Previous story.
The time soon reached two forty.
At this time, Liangfeng, who was lying peacefully on the bed, suddenly sat up from the bed, opened his eyes, and felt a sudden feeling of "sitting up in a sudden death-like illness".
[If necessary, come quickly! 】
A voice sounded in Liangfeng's mind, and it was this voice that woke Liangfeng up.
People are often very energetic when they wake up, do not feel sleepy, and their thinking is clearer. Of course, they may also feel flustered.
However, Liangfeng quickly calmed down his panic and began to take action.
Miss Guan Sheng noticed that Liangfeng suddenly stood up and floated over.
No need for Miss Guan Sheng to ask, Liangfeng explained tacitly.
"There is news from the red-skinned ghost. There is a situation with the corpse collector." Liangfeng said as he got out of bed. At the same time, Liangfeng also clicked on the system. When Liangfeng got out of bed, he had already put it on. Killer Raincoat] waited for the video card, and then Liangfeng put on the skin of [Difficult Imp].
"I'm going to go take a look now."
Liangfeng said.
Miss Guan Sheng hurriedly put down her cell phone, and then flew into Liangfeng's body. The paper-pierced face and human-skin paper also fell into Liangfeng's arms.
"The little stone man looks after the house. Zhao Xiaoxiao is waiting for my call at any time." Liangfeng said.
The little stone man touched his two arms to reassure Liangfeng, but Zhao Xiaoxiao, who was lying on the ground looking at his phone, ignored Liangfeng, turned over and scratched his butt.
Liangfeng kicked Zhao Xiaoxiao under the bed, then locked the door and flew out of the window.
Liangfeng had just communicated with the red-skinned ghost about the situation on the corpse-retrieving side, and had a certain understanding of the situation on the corpse-retrieving side.
And the reason why Liangfeng paid so much attention to it and rushed over in such a hurry was...
The hands of the corpse collector were cut off!
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A few minutes ago, the upper reaches of the Bailong River reservoir.
The corpse hunter was in his hut with his eyes open and couldn't sleep at night.
Ever since what happened to him that day and he fainted from fright, he couldn't sleep well during this period. He always felt like something was staring at him, which made him unable to eat. He was so frightened that he even saw the Buddha statue on the table. All have been cleared away.
In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight, even though he was not fat to begin with.
Of course, it is also because of this that the corpse hunter has become so thin recently that he looks like a moving corpse. Coupled with the daily work he does, he also has a layer of weirdness and horror.
What the corpse collector didn't know was that the red-skinned ghost was lying next to him, staring at the corpse collector without blinking...
Well, yes, the red-skinned ghost was sent by Liangfeng to monitor the corpse collector, but it is much more comfortable to lie down and monitor than to stand, so why not lie down?
The eyes that were staring at the corpse collector during this period were indeed those of the red-skinned ghost.
The corpse collector felt that the gaze was still staring at him, unblinking. However, after several days of tossing, the corpse collector had no energy. Even if he felt the gaze, he did not have the energy to find where the gaze came from. coming.
Moreover, the person who retrieved the body also had speculations.
Maybe something unclean has been stuck on myself.
The person who retrieved the body was afraid because he had done something wrong.
Is it the woman he didn't save?
Or something else?
Are you going to die?
Feeling his own weakness, the person who retrieved the corpse felt sad.
No, I can't just give up!
The ants are still alive. How dare those dead things do anything to me, a living person?
The corpse collector pursed his chapped lips. He knew a few of those masters. After all, the family members who came to claim the bodies would occasionally bring masters with them.
The more times he did it, the more he naturally got to know some people.
The reason why he didn't go to those masters before was because he was lucky. In addition, he had done some bad things and was worried about being exposed. Naturally, he didn't want others to know those things.
But now, he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.
Tomorrow, go find the master tomorrow!
Even if those things are exposed and there are really any consequences, it doesn't matter. The most I can do is ignore death, and those people commit suicide!
That's right, it's suicide!
At that time, as long as you make up a random reason, you will be able to fool him!
The corpse collector's eyes lit up, as if he was ignited with hope.
He suddenly felt thirsty.
The corpse collector slowly stood up, walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, then picked up the water glass with trembling hands, and drank it one sip after another.
The cold water moistened his chapped lips.
The red-skinned ghost stood behind him, watching his every move.
Boom, boom, boom...
A knock on the door suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night.
The body of the man who fished for the corpse stiffened, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, breaking into pieces. The remaining water in the cup splashed all over the ground.
The person who retrieved the body asked in a trembling voice: "Who, who is it?"
Although the voice was weak, it could not conceal the panic in it.
Boom, boom, boom...
The knocks on the door continued, but no one responded.
