Just when Huanxiao was wondering why the female ghost was looking for her, she saw the female ghost laugh twice without meaning, and then turned to look at the fried rice stall owner.
"Is it a dummy? You must be a dummy!"
The crook's neck is bent at ninety degrees, as if it's broken.
It stared at the stall owner greedily, as if it would bite off the stall owner's head at any time.
"Bang!"
In a panic, the stall owner accidentally kicked the stool behind him, making a loud sound.
The people around him looked over, but there was no expression of surprise or fear on their faces.
It was as if they couldn't see the twisted limbs of the Crooked Head. They were still joking and playing with their friends around them as if they were seeing ordinary things. They were so unhappy.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that the people on the street had no reaction to the scary ghost, and the stall owner was extremely frightened.
Why do people act like they haven’t seen a ghost? ! There is a ghost here! Why not escape? Why not run?
Is he the only one who still remembers what happened when Li Gui killed someone just now? Has everyone else forgotten?
Is he the only one who can see the ghost's seemingly broken neck? Everyone else is blind?
What's going on! He is just a player who just came in! Why did you encounter two fierce ghosts at the beginning? Why is he so unlucky!
But even though he was roaring in his heart, the stall owner did not make any move to escape.
He was worried that he would be killed by ghosts if he acted differently from others, so he could only raise an ugly smile and ask incoherently:
"My house only sells fried rice. What do you two need? If you want to buy a dummy, you can go to the mall. By the way, the weather is really nice today, right? Hahaha."
He was smiling on his face, but screaming silently in his heart.
Originally, he had just come here and was unfamiliar with the place. He wanted to ask the customer who came to buy his fried rice about the situation here, but he didn't expect that this customer was actually a ghost!
He was actually confused by the ghost's appearance at first, thinking he was just an ordinary person. How could he take it so lightly?
Now, he was thinking wildly in his head.
Did he say anything wrong when he spoke just now? Wouldn't his identity as a player be exposed?
Why don't these two ghosts leave?
Why is he so unlucky? He encountered a ghost just after arriving. There must be no one as miserable as him in the world!
The stall owner smiled bitterly inwardly, trying not to look at the Crooked-Headed Ghost.
When he retracted his attention from the ghost, he realized that his hand was about to be burned by the spatula.
He quickly retracted his hand, but he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only smile stiffly and pretend to be busy.
This look is full of flaws, but the Crooked-Headed Ghost seems to have never been to the human world and is completely unaware of the stall owner's nonsensical behavior.
The crooked man put his face close to the stall owner, and his orifices immediately began to bleed. The blood dripped on the fried rice, like red chili sauce.
"You are a fake, you are a fake. Answer me, you must be!"
"Want to eat fried rice? I can make fried rice, and there is rice bowl on the side. Tomato rice bowl is also good, and there is steak and scrambled eggs. Many people like to eat it."
This time, the stall owner spoke very eloquently, but his soul was about to ascend to heaven.
The revolving door of life has begun to appear in his mind.
Maybe, today is the end of his life. He is going to the underworld, hoping to be reincarnated as a non-player by then. He never wants to live such a life of fear again!
When the time comes, he will entrust the dream to his parents, letting them know that he is dead, and telling them to burn a bigger foreign house for him, and a beautiful paper doll. Even if he goes to the underworld, he still wants to enjoy a happy life. …
For a long time, just when the stall owner thought he was dead this time, the Crooked-Head Ghost put away that scary face.
"Is it a living person or a dummy? I can't understand, what do you think?" The neck of the Crooked Head elongated, surrounding Huan Xiao like a hula hoop.
It looked like a human-shaped scarf, but it almost went around Huanxiao's neck.
Several passing children ran over and stumbled into Huanxiao.
Their smiling faces screamed and ran away after seeing the neck long enough to knit a sweater.
"Ah! There's something wrong with my mother! Oooh, I won't play anymore!"
"How scary! I want to go home!"
After running a few steps, they suddenly forgot about the ghost they had just seen. Without even wiping away their tears, they continued to play and play among the crowd, laughing.
The passers-by seemed not to have heard the child's cry just now and continued to do their own things. There was a harmonious atmosphere on the street...
Huan Xiao used ghost energy to forcefully retract the neck of the Crooked Head Ghost.
Turning her head, she saw a black mass stuck to her shoulder.
Round, ghostly, and as black as coal.
He grabbed it and found that it was an eyeball.
Looking up, he found that the crooked-headed ghost was pretending to be innocent. Huanxiao raised his hand and threw his eyes at it, "Don't throw your eyes around."
This ghost was so insidious and cunning that he actually wanted to put an eye on her body to monitor her when she wasn't paying attention.
However, the ghost's little movements were so obvious that it was difficult for her not to notice.
The tilted head ghost pressed his eyes back into their sockets and made a weird arc: "I've been discovered...your ghostly aura is stronger than it looks."
After saying that, it turned into a wisp of ghost energy and ran away, as if it was deliberately testing Huan Xiao's true identity.
Seeing this, Huan Xiao also planned to leave.
It was time for her to look elsewhere and not waste any more time.
Before leaving, I glanced at the stall owner. His face was tense and he pretended to be concentrating on counting the rice grains...
After walking around a few corners, people were coming and going on the street, which looked plain and beautiful.
Huanxiao observed the expressions of people on the street. Every move they made was extremely real, no different from the ordinary streets she had been to before.
Are there fake people hidden among these people? What exactly are dummies and living people...
"Ah!! Help! Help me, I don't want to die!"
As soon as they walked to another road, they saw a ghost with only the upper body jumping on a man and opening its bloody mouth.
The people who were close to them all looked scared, while those who were far away smiled and turned away, and no one looked at the place where the accident happened.
It was like being divided into two extreme worlds by an invisible wall.
One side is scary and dangerous, the other side is comfortable and peaceful.
When the man died, the frightened people returned to smiling, and it only took a second to forget about the dead man.
On the ghost's black stone, the score is minus one, minus five points.
Seeing this scene, a reasonable idea came to Huan Xiao's mind.
If all the ghosts participating in the trial received negative points, would she be the only winner?
But that’s just thinking about it, there are so many ghosts, how can every one of them get negative points?
After the ghost left, a boy covered his face and cried to his companions:
"...There is a ghost on the street. We are dead. It's all my fault. Why did I touch that mirror at that time? It was a nightmare!"
His companion also looked sad, "What can we do? That thing is forcing us to come. If anyone can refuse, we can't give it away."
The two of them supported each other and walked to the wooden chair under the big tree, intending to sit down and rest.
But suddenly, a person fell from the tree.
"Hey! Who is it?"
"Why did you fall from the tree...ah——!"
The boy screamed and ran away, because the person who fell was actually a person with a blurred face and no facial features.
It's a ghost, it's a ghost! !
Before the two players could run away, the faceless ghost flashed behind them...
The two bodies disappeared and calm returned to the streets.
