As soon as Shen Jie walked out of the right wing, he heard the sound of thin footsteps.
Bingyu's face changed instantly:
"They're coming."
she yelled.
"I heard that woman's voice. You can't escape now. Hahaha!"
Huang Mao couldn't help but laugh a few times when he heard the nervous voice of the woman upstairs.
But at this moment, a man in his thirties who was approaching the stairs on the second floor suddenly saw a playing card flying towards him.
He thought he had seen it wrong and was a little dazed.
Moreover, the speed of the playing cards was not like what he knew. The speed was still very slow. It was so slow that he subconsciously touched the flying playing cards with his fingers.
He immediately felt as if his finger had been cut with a knife, and a strong stinging pain filled his nerves.
But this feeling was obviously different from before. The card was driven into his fingers like a chainsaw, spurting out a large number of fine blood drops in a short period of time.
This kind of severe pain that hurt his bones instantly made him unable to remain calm anymore.
Because the stairs were very narrow, there was only room for one person to go up. When Huang Mao saw him stop behind him, he immediately shouted to the person in front of him:
"Old man, what's wrong with you?"
No need for previous replies,
Huang Mao saw a card nailed to the index finger of Lao Baozi's right hand, and the card was clearly embedded in the bone.
Lao Baozi's eyes were so painful that they were about to pop out.
He wanted to pull it off his fingers, but before pulling it he had imagined the severe pain that would follow.
At this time, another card slowly flew over from the second-floor room on the left. Its path was half a meter above the center of the stairs.
Lao Baozi couldn't avoid it at this time, but the pain of cutting the skin on his fingers told him that he had to try to avoid it.
Huang Mao was so suppressed by him that his temper suddenly became violent:
"Old man, if you step on me and press me again, I won't kill you. Just move forward!"
But the old man ignored him at all and shouted to himself: "Go back, go back quickly."
His voice sounded very frightened, especially when the playing card was less than half a meter away from his chest. He even felt the heavy blade of the iron cutting machine approaching when he was working in a factory in another place. He took a look at it. It's a scary scene,
At this moment, even though the person behind him pushed his elbow into pain, he did not care at all and pushed his fat belly down so that the upper half of his body was twisted and pressed against the window sill on the right.
Huang Mao behind also saw the slowly flying card at this time.
The image of this playing card instantly overlapped with the playing card on Lao Baozi's finger that he saw a moment ago.
As it approached, the feeling of oppression that made his heart feel terrifying became stronger and stronger. He was not stupid, so he quickly lowered his body.
"Back off, back off quickly."
The other man behind didn't dare to be as rude as Huang Mao was to Lao Baozi. He wanted to step back, but there were three people behind him.
In such a small space, the two cards flew almost apart from each other, with a time difference of only two or three seconds.
Zhu Shanbiao from the back was still entering the living room. He shouted to the people in front: "What are you yelling about? Why don't you go up and catch them?"
The card flew straight past Huang Mao, as if a particularly sharp knife flew past the vellus hair. The hair didn't even have a chance to swing away, and a flat cut surface appeared on the top of his head.
The man behind also clearly saw the power of the cards.
This card has obviously not exhausted all its power, just like cutting the hair just like the passing air,
The young man also immediately shouted: "Get back quickly."
These three people in a row were shouting and retreating, and it was obvious that something unusual was happening.
After all, they were all gangsters from a small place. They had never seen such a weird scene before.
The last two people who were still on the stairs behind them all leaned down on the stairs and watched with their own eyes as the cards flew past them slowly but unstoppably.
But this was obviously not over yet. Lao Baozi, who was leaning forward, suddenly saw three more playing cards flying from the corner of the room on the second floor, forming a "pin" shape, almost blocking the three angles where people on the stairs could stand. .
The people who had already started running towards the first floor became even more intense at this moment.
Lao Baozi ran out of the yard and was not like the people who were standing in the yard on the first floor and looking towards the second floor. He rushed out of the house in one breath and shouted to the people still in the yard: "Still dead!" Over there, leave quickly. You are really looking for death."
Just as Lao Baozi reminded me, the door of the right wing room on the first floor suddenly closed again with a bang.
The sound was so loud that everyone in the courtyard was startled.
People who were looking towards the second floor in the yard suddenly felt an unusually cold breath blowing towards their faces, as if they were in an ice cellar for a moment, and several people couldn't help but tremble.
The young man who was less than twenty years old was standing closest to the living room on the first floor. He quickly glanced behind him and realized that they were all some distance away from him.
He immediately felt the hairs on his entire back standing on end.
"There must be a ghost in this place. If the two of them go in, they won't be able to escape. We don't need to deal with it."
Huang Mao was obviously still frightened by the scene that had just happened, and he quickly walked out the door.
Several people walked outside the door, and the cold and gloomy atmosphere suddenly disappeared at this moment.
"Did you find anything wrong?" Zhu Shanbiao asked.
"This building is definitely a haunted house. There are real ghosts."
Huang Mao was very convinced of his idea. He was not afraid of anything but ghosts.
"Let's go, let's go, don't be haunted by ghosts, or you will die at home in the middle of the night."
This sentence obviously had an effect.
When Lao Baozi was far away, he turned around and suddenly saw several figures standing there on the small building.
