Two resentful ghosts rushed into the room.
The four people in the room did not realize the seriousness of the problem until the mustached man was choked by a grudge with its own intestines.
The mustache man's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt a feeling of suffocation. However, when the mustache man grabbed his neck, he felt nothing. His neck seemed to be strangled by something, but there was nothing there.
Vaguely, Mustache seemed to see a black figure, and the appearance of this figure was almost exactly the same as the person he tortured to death tonight.
Fear struck, and due to suffocation, the bearded man's face turned red to the color of liver, and then began to turn purple.
The weapon in the man with the mustache fell from his hand and fell to the ground.
"Uh, help, help...me..." The man with the mustache stretched out his hand to several other people.
Naturally, the remaining three people also saw something strange about the man with the mustache, because at this time, the man with the mustache's heels had already lifted off the ground, and it looked as if something had strangled his neck and lifted him up.
Such a strange thing shocked the three remaining people in the room.
Then the big shirtless man seemed to be knocked down by something, and he fell to the ground and let out a scream.
"Don't bite me, don't, don't!"
Zheng Xin and the remaining dull men suddenly felt chills running down their spines.
So weird.
In response to the two people's calls for help, the dull man did not hesitate, turned around and rushed out of the door, but the dull man was stunned for a moment.
Because of the knock on the door just now, he thought there was something outside, and was ready to fight before opening the door, but now it seemed that there was nothing outside.
Without paying much attention, the dull man ran out of the door.
Zheng Xin glanced at his own paper bag on the table, gritted his teeth and ran out behind the dull man.
What made him relieved was that there were no accidents during the process.
As for other things, Zheng Xin can't control that much now.
Zheng Xin doesn't have the habit of hiding his identity, because usually there is no problem with his apparent identity, but Zheng Xin knows that after today, he may not have such an easy life again.
The current situation makes it impossible for Zheng Xin to cover up, nor can he exclude himself.
But what’s happening now…how did the club do it?
When the two of them left, Liangfeng stood at the door keeping his [difficult brat] appearance.
Liangfeng gave a signal, and the red-skinned ghost and the green-skinned ghost followed Zheng Xin and the dull man.
Then Liangfeng walked into the room, and his figure slowly appeared.
At this time, the situation in the room also changed.
The man with the mustache has lowered his head and lost the ability to resist, while the resentful ghost holding the man with the mustache is laughing with his mouth wide open.
On the contrary, the shirtless man on the other side was aroused in fear and began to wave the knife in his hand, which actually hurt the resentful ghost.
Although the shirtless man couldn't see what was going on, the pain in his body subsided, and the shirtless man couldn't help but feel happy.
efficient!
No matter what it is, die for me!
"Ah! Ah!"
The big man yelled and waved the weapon in his hand wildly, and then he saw the cool breeze appearing in the room.
"Who?" the big man asked.
The moment the big man stopped waving the weapon in his hand, the resentful ghost approached the big man again, threw the big man to the ground, and began to bite the big man. The big man could only scream in pain.
Very much like Senior Beast.
Liangfeng did not speak, but picked up the weapon dropped by the mustached man on the ground.
A knife wrapped in resentment.
This knife...
Liangfeng narrowed his eyes.
This is not a relic, but it is surrounded by a lot of ghost energy.
Kill people, make people become ghosts, and then infect the ghosts with resentment, turning them into resentful ghosts, and then chase them to the hotel...
Everything seems to fit together.
But there's another problem with the cool breeze.
That is……
"Is it accidental or inevitable to kill people and turn them into ghosts? If this method can be used to create resentful ghosts in batches...then this matter will not be simple."
After thinking briefly, Liangfeng put away the knife.
Things are no longer simple, but Liangfeng doesn't want to get to the bottom of it, but wants to find out whether there is anything behind this incident that has something to do with Miss Guan Sheng. Because the people who did it before were ordinary people, Liangfeng felt that it might be possible. The potential is not high, but now that this special weapon has appeared, Liangfeng feels that the possibility has increased.
At this time, there was a sound of opening the door in the corridor.
"Next door, keep your voice down!" someone shouted.
The door was open, and the big man still yelled like this, which naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the people staying in the hotel.
After all, this is not a high-end hotel, and the sound insulation effect is limited.
At this time, the phone in the guest room also rang. Liangfeng knew without having to answer it that someone should have made a complaint call. This call should be from the staff at the front desk downstairs.
Liangfeng knew it was time to leave, but he couldn't let go of the two resentful ghosts that were torturing the two people.
After twisting his neck, Liangfeng reached out to the two resentful ghosts.
Before anyone came from the next door, Liangfeng put away the two relics on the ground and the weapon in the big man's hand, and then the figure slowly disappeared and then left.
The person next door came to the room out of curiosity. Seeing that the door to the room was ajar, he opened the door directly.
"I said, don't let your SM games be so exciting...ah!!!"
Screams rang out, and in the room, the mustachioed man fell to the ground with his tongue hanging out, his eyes wide open, as if he had no breath. The big man was also lying on the bed covered in blood, but his body was still rising and falling slightly, and he still had his last breath left.
Four paper bags were placed on the table in the middle of the room, silently.
…
Zheng Xin followed the dull man. Although Zheng Xin had a car, Zheng Xin did not choose to drive.
"You have to follow me." The dull man shouted. At this time, the man's expression was no longer dull, but a fierce look.
"It's good to work together." Zheng Xin said.
The man was silent for a moment.
The strange situation just now really scared the two of them. Although they were wary of each other, they really needed some sense of security at this time.
This is also the reason why Zheng Xin did not choose to drive.
Although he could go faster by driving, Zheng Xin was now worried about what the club people would do to his car while he was entering the hotel.
What happened in the hotel just now made Zheng Xin more vigilant about the club.
"I think we should ask the club now what we should know when the club asks us to go there. The club must give us an explanation for this matter, what do you think?" Zheng Xin said with a smile.
The man hesitated, then nodded.
Then Liangfeng dialed the club administrator's phone number.
