"An Gonghui, look, mom is eating dirty food again, haha, mom, you are so dirty."
The bedroom door creaked open, and only a darker figure could be seen in the dark space.
The light from the door does not come here, and the strange brightness can only illuminate a small area at the door.
The monster at the door slowly turned around. She now had two heads on her head. The bright and dark light and shadow shone on her face, and the mask-like face began to distort.
She started to move towards An Qiaoxuan. An Qiaoxuan looked at her for a while. When she was close, An Qiaoxuan spoke.
"Mom, where's dad's head?"
This sentence was like a spell. The originally moving monster suddenly stopped, and the bald ghost's head started to twitch crazily. He seemed to be struggling, or he seemed to be affected by the monster's emotions and became crazy.
An Qiaozhen took a step forward and asked again in a sharp voice.
"Mom, where's dad's head?!"
'Bang', like the sound of ribbons being sprayed out, the darkness in the room was twisted and absorbed by the monster, and she was quickly dyed black, as if she wanted to hide.
'Click', this is the sound of the security door being closed. At some point, An Gonghui appeared at the door. He closed the door and also blocked the intrusion of light from outside.
When the monster was dyed pure black, it disappeared, as if completely hidden.
The moonlight penetrated the room again, and finally some outlines could be seen clearly.
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Core skills: [Puppet]: A puppet formed by your hatred, its twisted and weird shape is born from your cognition and imagination. Your hatred is his/her power. You can drive him/her to do anything. As long as you hate him/her enough, he/she can do anything. But you have to know that your hatred has a reason. When you appear in front of him or her, he will most likely do something that makes you hate him.
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When An Qiao could clearly see An Gonghui's outline, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and leaned against the wall.
Hatred is an emotion that consumes both physical and mental energy. She thought over and over again of the past that she didn't want to think about to stimulate herself. Now that it was over, she was a little over-consumed.
An Gonghui strode from the door, and when he got closer, he stopped.
He didn't step forward, nor did he say any words of comfort, he just waited silently for An Qiaozun's recovery.
An Qiaozhen just leaned against the wall, stroking the things in his arms with one hand.
If you look carefully, you can tell that it is the head of a middle-aged man.
It looks like a stone sculpture, but its hair and face are actually soft.
Over and over again, it took a long time for An Qiaoxuan to speak again, but this time her voice was hoarse and her speaking voice became weak.
"go ahead."
An Gonghui paused, and then asked.
"What happened in this building?"
The head held in An Qiaozun's arms slowly opened his eyes, which were wandering in the stone sockets, like two mice that couldn't find a way out.
Then the head of the stone sculpture spoke, and the voice he spoke turned out to be that of the bald ghost.
The trapped bald ghost was forced to answer An Gonghui's questions. Each of them asked and answered questions. After a long time, An Gonghui finally figured out the whole story.
First of all, this bald ghost did not die in Building No. 25. He was attracted to Building No. 25. Moreover, he originally did not have the ability to attack living people at night. His ability to do this was all due to Building 25.
Secondly, the weirdness in Building 25 happened earlier. Some residents were frightened and started to move out of Building 25 a few years ago.
At that time, the ghosts that were attracted like the bald-headed ghost were not as powerful as they can hurt people now. The most they could do was make some noise to scare humans. They became stronger when people started to die inside the building.
The first person who died was not in vain. She was an old lady who died of a cold. She lived to be eighty-seven, and her children were all filial to her. I cried miserably. On the day of the funeral, the incense and paper money in the funeral shed had not been cut off. Now these years have passed, one stick of incense is burned every day, and a large amount of paper money is burned during every year and festival.
It’s just that these descendants don’t know that after the old lady died, her soul was swallowed up by this building. The incense that was put on every day and the things that were burned during festivals were all given to these lonely souls gathered in the building at a cheap price. Wild ghost.
Finally, An Gonghui learned that a nosy Taoist priest once lived in this building and almost sealed the building. Later, the ghosts in their building worked together to kill him.
Speaking of the death of the Taoist priest, the already unconscious bald ghost became energetic again and laughed non-stop, as if he was very proud of himself.
"He died. He was pushed down by us outside the building. His expression at the time was so funny, hahahaha. We pulled him to the ground with his face like a rotten tomato!"
An Gonghui bent over and listened to the bald man's madness with a cold expression. His eyes fell on the crazy eyes that were turning around, and the eyes had begun to become transparent.
"What did the Taoist priest do? Did he leave anything behind?"
"Took away, all taken away! Hahaha, the police took them all away! The bodies were also taken away, all of them were taken away!"
The eyes become transparent very quickly. When this sign occurs, it means that it is about to disappear.
The excited and crazy voice of the bald ghost still echoed in the room, but there were no eyes in the eye sockets of the stone head.
You can see through the eye sockets of the stone sculpture that the stone head seems to be hollow.
Under An Gonghui's gaze, the stone head slowly closed its eyes and mouth, and it became quiet again.
An Gonghui stood up straight and stopped looking at it. Then something black pressed on the head, and the stone head disappeared in an instant.
It was only then that An Qiaoxuan took a breath and gained some popularity.
"An Gonghui, I'm hungry!"
An Qiao confidently asked An Gonghui to get her something to eat in the dark. An Gonghui didn't say anything and actually turned around and went to the kitchen to get her something to eat.
An Qiaozhen didn't move at all, and slowly sat down along the wall, until he felt comfortable while leaning against the wall.
After a while, An Qiaoxun recovered a little, and An Gonghui came over with a bowl of hot noodle soup.
There were two fried eggs in the soup bowl. An Qiaozhen took the chopsticks and started eating them with An Gonghui's hand.
After eating two fried eggs and a few chopsticks of noodles, An Qiaoxuan sighed comfortably, took the soup bowl and ate it himself.
Neither of them spoke, and the quiet room was filled with the sound of An Qiao slurping noodles.
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The fire was extinguished, and Zhao Hai, who was sleeping under the bridge, complained while burning the fire.
"The government decrees in this world are too comprehensive. I can't find a hotel that doesn't require ID cards!"
Zhao Hai really resented having to spend another night under the bridge.
After a while, the fire started to burn, and the firelight brought warmth and drove away the darkness. Zhao Hai then went to the bottom and searched in the plastic bag at his feet, and found a package of bread and two sausages.
"I went out to eat. I'm exhausted from the day."
Li Xuan reached out and took away the sausage and bread from Zhao Hai's hand, and then sat down next to Zhao Hai.
"I've been wandering around all day. I didn't find the goddess, and I didn't make much money. By the way, where is our mission point? Do you know which Building No. 25 it is?"
Zhao Hai curled his lips and continued to rummage in the plastic bag.
"Some of them won't stop your mouth!"
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Core skills: [Shadow Puppetry]: Kill a person who is grateful to you, and you can get an empty skin bag. Let your shadow wrap up in this skin, and it will become your clone. It's just a shadow puppet show, a shadow puppet show. Is the person accompanying you your shadow or the person you once were? When you know that day, it will be the time when the shadow puppets will kill you.
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"Milk! Give me a bag, this bread will make you choke."
Zhao Hai handed Li Xuan a bag of milk. Li Xuan couldn't wait to bite open a corner of the milk package and sucked up the bag of milk in a few mouthfuls.
Zhao Hai saw him and gave him another bag, but he didn't forget to say a few words.
"Drink less, I just bought three bags, you bastard!"
Li Xuan gave Zhao Hai a roll of his eyes while biting open the sausage packaging.
"Dad, I've been hungry all day. I only ate three meals in two days with you, a poor guy!"
"Your father, I am willing to raise you, just be satisfied, you little son of a bitch!"
(End of chapter)
