C9 A Funeral Procession in the Corridor

It was said that the time of death was the moment of greatest anxiety for those facing the death penalty when they heard that the death penalty was to be carried out.

If he were to be shot directly, his brain would explode, and everything would be fine.

However, in the midst of torture and suffering, waiting for death to descend slowly was the most painful thing.

There were some people who were scared themselves to death before death even arrived.

I finally felt that pain now.

As night fell, I sat in the middle of a pile of children's piss, black dog blood and glutinous rice. In my hand was a peach wood sword, anxiously waiting for the arrival of "Chen Yingying".

In the midst of this uneasiness, I felt my patience wearing off bit by bit. I was about to collapse.

He had not slept soundly for a long time. Coupled with the excruciating pain he had endured during this period, his mental state was slowly starting to crumble.

I felt like my two eyes were fighting. I kept shouting in my heart, I can't sleep! Do not sleep.

Otherwise, the ghost girl would kill me in her dreams or in reality.

Ideas are ideas, but reality is reality, indistinguishable.

Under this torment, I finally managed to slowly fall asleep.

Even though it was said that he was sleeping, it was impossible for him to do so in reality.

In this kind of environment, let's give a simple example. When you were out alone, carrying a huge amount of money, it really made you fall asleep. Can you sleep to death?

This was impossible!

If there was even the slightest movement, he would immediately be woken up.

Of course I'm no exception.

Very quickly, that feeling came again. Waves of cool wind blew past, giving me goosebumps.

I was too sleepy. Those who didn't want to get up turned their bodies. "Clang!" The peach wood sword dropped to the ground, jolting me awake.

Raising my head, I was dumbfounded!

The room was still a house, and was surrounded by things that could defend against ghosts. However, from the crevices below the door, large amounts of white smoke were continuously being poured into the room.

F * ck, who's setting the fire?

I panicked. In this kind of situation, a normal person should be opening the door and rushing outside, right?

But as soon as I got up to run, I felt something was wrong.

How could the house be on fire when it was so cold?

No, it must have been Chen Yingying's doing. She wanted this daddy out so she could kill me.

In this room, there were black dog blood and Mo Dou threads everywhere. She didn't dare to come in, so she tried to trick me to go out.

Humph, how could it be so easy to swindle me out of here?

Let alone the fact that you set fire to the world outside, even if an earthquake occurred, I would still sit here and not leave.

Boom!

As a result, there is an old saying, "Do not pretend to compare, pretend to be struck by lightning, do not pretend to be innocent, pretend to be innocent."

The moment I said those words, the entire building started trembling violently.

Then, from outside, they heard an old lady shrieking like a wasp, "There's a fire! The house is on fire! Let's run!"

F * ck, it's really on fire. If I don't run, are I going to die?

Run!

Using all his strength, he ran for his life. Run! Brother!

As soon as the door opened, I stepped out.

Trouble.

Where was the flame?

Or was it the shabby corridor? It was narrow, and the white fog was heavy. It was so quiet that it was terrifying.

When I saw this, I couldn't help but imitate Song Xiaobao and say, "Damn you!" You want to cheat me? No way! "I'm going home."

He immediately turned around and burrowed into his own room!

'Bang! 'I screamed in pain. My nose was almost broken.

Lifting my head to look behind me, I instantly felt my entire body was covered with goosebumps, and my scalp was numb.

Where is my home?

Behind him was a wall!

Damn, this must be an illusion, it must be an illusion. I had just opened the door a moment ago and stepped out. I was absolutely certain that the house was behind me.

But now …

I touched the wall with all my might, but it felt so real to me that no matter how I beat it, I couldn't find my way in.

The tunnel outside became even darker, and the mist also became denser. The most ridiculous thing was that in the dark corridor, the lights flickered.

I saw that I couldn't stay in this damned place any longer, otherwise I would be a "live target". I wouldn't even know how I died if Chen Yingying came.

I immediately rushed to the neighboring room and knocked on the door of my neighbors' door with all my might.

"Open the door!" Open the door! "

"Big brother, you can do it. Open the door."

"Check the gas!"

"Check the water meter!"

"Your sister!" "Shunfeng Express."

I knocked on every door in the passage, but there was no response. They all said, "A distant relative is better than a close neighbor." Who said those words? Come out and I promise not to beat them to death.

I knocked on all the doors and none of them were open for me.

I looked at the situation. The things I needed to cure ghosts were all at home, so I couldn't go back.

The neighborhood was too selfish, and I couldn't get in. If I kept waiting like this, I would become a 'toilet bed' … "Not far from shit!"

I have to struggle, I can't let Chen Yingying have her wish just like this.

The only thing to do now was to stay far away from this place and find a place that was filled with yang energy.

So, I turned around and wanted to rush out of the corridor.

But at this moment … Something horrifying had happened!

A series of terrifying, low, and sonorous sounds rang out. The sound was very strange, as if there was something evil about it. It shot straight into his heart, amplifying his fear. original

As I headed towards the corridor, I was so scared that I kept retreating.

Because, a group of people in front of us were heading towards me in a grandiose manner.

These fellows were wearing white clothes and pants, and were wearing mourning robes. The few people walking at the front were skipping as they threw paper money into the air.

What frightened me the most was that there were four people in the middle carrying a coffin made of red lacquer wood, and they were coming towards me step by step.

An illusion, it must be an illusion!

I've at least seen a lot of horror movies, and I know ghosts like to play this sort of game.

Many times, they may not have killed you, but you scared yourself to death.

Thus, I simply couldn't see her nor was I annoyed. I tightly hugged onto the peach wood sword in my embrace with both of my hands.

Then, he stood by the corridor and kept mumbling to himself.

At this point, what should I read?

The Bible? Buddhist Scriptures?

Oh, gosh, I don't think I know anything at all.

So, for no apparent reason, I said, "Buddha, the Blessed Virgin, for all eternity, unify the Jianghu!"

I don't know who Christ and Buddhism are, and I don't know if Dongfang is going to sue me for infringement.

All I know is that the fear in my heart is like a tide that constantly surges into my heart.

I don't fucking know what I'm reading.

I only pray to all gods and buddhas, no matter who it is, to save my life, I will be grateful to his ancestors for eight lifetimes!