Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

People are dead people, and ghosts are living ghosts.

The world has become a purgatory, and the rosary beads and blood beads fell together with screams.

Yanshan couldn't see what was going on outside, so he lay on the door of the study, holding his mobile phone and listening carefully to the movement outside the door.

The situation is not optimistic, there are men laughing presumptuously and crazily and Xi Tingyue growling like wailing.

Ximu wanted to rush out to help her daughter, but after Yanshan pulled her into the study, the door of the study could no longer be opened.She was several times more scared than Yanshan, hovering between the door and the window, calling for help and knocking on the door from time to time.

In the police station, the captain was interrogating Mao Liangcai who had surrendered himself. Just when Mao Liangcai revealed that he still had accomplices, a gloomy woman with long hair in black appeared under the laurel tree of the police station.The woman in black, like Mao Liangcai before him, quietly observed the people coming and going in the police station. Soon, a little girl greeted her and walked into the police station with an old doll in her arms.

After the little girl holding the doll entered the police station, the woman in black looked up at the sky and left calmly.

Under the blue sky, the entire police station was exposed to sunlight, as if there was nowhere to hide from any darkness.However, in the next second, a thick cloud covered the police station, which was unique to other buildings nearby, and became the only place shrouded in darkness.

Yang Di was driving his car back from the other side of the city, and text messages for help were constantly sent to his mobile phone, and he had run through three red lights in a row.Yang Di stopped at the crossroads and called his colleagues at the police station, but the voice from the phone was still cold.

'Hello, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later. '

Yang Di has made many calls to different colleagues in the police station, but the response he gets is always this sentence, even the local police call is still the same sentence.

"Do you feel a little cold?" In the interrogation room, Yang Di suddenly raised his head and asked the police officer in front of him.

Then he started talking to himself.

"Did you know? When people feel cold for no reason, it means that the wronged soul is by your side."

"I've always felt that way since I started three years ago."

"You kid, don't talk nonsense." The interrogating police officer didn't pay attention to his words, and knocked on the table to signal him to have a correct attitude.

However, Yang Di stared blankly at the glass in the interrogation room behind, and his eyes straightened.

"It's a little cold." The little police officer who was taking notes next to him shrugged.

Seeing that Yang Di was not in the right state, the interrogating police officer waved his hand in front of his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with you? Talk!"

Yang Di didn't speak, his eyes were still straight, and then he slowly opened his mouth wide as if he saw something frightening.But he just opened his mouth and didn't make any sound.

The interrogating police officer felt something was wrong and subconsciously turned around.

On the window of the interrogation room, palm prints slowly appeared one by one, the kind of palm prints that people put their hands on the glass in winter.If someone is lying on the window and peeking inside, those palm prints are getting clearer and clearer, so clear that you can see the veins on the hands.These palm prints vary in size, and gradually between each two palms, vague human facial features emerged, as if something terrible was about to come in through the window.

There was a scream, and then a long scream.

Outside the interrogation room, the female police officer was playing games with the lost little girl. The old doll was exchanged between the two of them. Only the little girl could see her doll blinking.

The night at the police station came early in broad daylight.

Yang Di was still on the road and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

On the ground floor of the rental house, the elderly landlord looked at the ginkgo tree in the yard with a cigarette in his mouth, and there was another call for help from upstairs.The landlord took a deep breath of the cigarette, then coughed with his back bent, and at this moment he seemed to have returned to three years ago.

It was also such a sunny day at that time, and there was a cry for help upstairs, followed by screams.He was about to go upstairs with his shotgun, but his wife held him back and shook his head at him.

"You're just an old man now." His wife said so, so he put down the gun and was pulled into the house by his wife.

"Don't worry about others, take care of yourself first."

My wife said this sentence all his life, until he died.

Many days passed after that day, and the third floor changed from the most common rental house to a crime scene, and finally back to an ordinary rental house.The police took away the broken limbs and all the suspicious items, but they didn't take away the vats and puddles of blood.

The entire blood-spattered rental house was cleaned by the landlord himself. Before that, he thought he was still the tough man in the hail of bullets. After that, he finally recovered from the battlefield and admitted that he was already a cowardly old man. up.

A leaf withered early fell on the landlord's bong, pulling him back from three years ago to the present.

The voices on the third floor became even more noisy. The landlord's hand holding the bong began to tremble, and his mouth began to tremble. It was unclear whether it was because of anger or fear.

Finally, like three years ago, the landlord turned around and entered his dark room.

On the third floor, people who have died are still lingering.

Xi Tingyue was lying in the river of blood, resentment circled around her dejectedly, from the beginning like smoke and mist to wisps of gossamer.

Her limbs were cut off again and disappeared into black smoke. Her long blond hair was soaked in blood, and her bloodshot blue eyes were on the ground like dead worms, motionless.

Zhou Feng stepped on Xi Tingyue's head, holding a Tang knife with runes, and a few bloody talismans fell by his feet.

"Haha... You still look the best like this." Zhou Feng bent down and said so to Xi Tingyue, picked up a strand of Xi Tingyue's blood-stained blond hair, and took a deep breath of the bloody smell on it, With a strange smile, he whispered softly: "Why are you still so stupid? Turned into a ghost, let me experience the pleasure of blood and flesh again."

"I wasn't afraid when you were alive, but am I still afraid after you die?" Zhou Feng rubbed Xi Tingyue's head hard after he finished speaking, and laughter came out of his throat.

"It's really wonderful to revisit the old place!"

Zhou Feng looked around and sighed, then he suddenly frowned exaggeratedly, and asked Xi Tingyue in a distressed voice: "But these bloods are all fake, they will disappear, and there is no way to prove what I did .”

"Tingyue, what should I do?" He said so, looked towards the study, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can you see her? Although she is not as good-looking as you, but..."

"She is the same age as you, so she can just become the next you."

Xi Tingyue looked at the study with difficulty, the resentment wrapped around the doorknob was getting weaker and weaker, and it would soon disappear.

Zhou Feng laughed out loud suddenly, and said, "I know that although you have become a ghost, you are still a kind girl. I shouldn't have the heart to see someone follow in your footsteps."

"So." Zhou Feng raised the Tang knife, pointed at Xi Tingyue's slender neck, and said viciously: "Let me cut off your beautiful head again, so that you can never see it again!"

It was also at this time that Xi Tingyue's resentment on the study doorknob disappeared, and the door was opened in an instant, and Ximu and Yanshan, who had been holding the door because of inertia, both fell out.

Xi Tingyue looked at them and closed her eyes weakly.

Zhou Feng paused because of this movement, but in the next second he slashed at Xi Tingyue's neck with a grin reaching to his ears.

"Yueyue!" Ximu happened to see this scene, and yelled directly, trying to run to Xitingyue, but her feet softened and she fell down again.

Yan Shan didn't know where the courage came from, so he rushed over and blocked the knife with his back.

"what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A high-decibel scream resounded throughout the building, and the landlord who walked up to the second floor with a shotgun stopped and stood there hesitantly.Then, he heard footsteps coming from behind. The landlord turned his head with a shotgun, and there were two men in police uniforms, one big and one small.

When the three of them met each other, they were a little surprised by each other's outfits.

Yang Di didn't ask whether the shotgun was illegal or not and asked the landlord directly: "Did something happen on the third floor?"

"Ah... yes! People entered on the third floor, and they yelled for help for a long time." The landlord was stunned for a second, and immediately said.

Yang Di and the little police officer rushed to the third floor immediately after hearing the words, the door on the third floor was closed, and the cries of women kept coming from inside.Yang Di and the little police officer were considering whether to smash the door and rush in or negotiate with the people inside, but the landlord next to him handed over a key with a trembling hand.

"I'm the landlord here." The landlord said, tightly pressing the gun that was shaking because of his trembling hand.

"Well done." Yang Di affirmed him, and then quickly opened the door.

Because he went to the other side of the city this time to hunt down murderers, he carried a gun with him.

"Hold on!" As soon as the door opened, two pistols and a quivering shotgun were aimed at the room.

However, the scene inside the door made them all stunned.

"What... what's the situation?" The little police officer asked after swallowing.

To hell with them in broad daylight.

The room was full of thick blood, and in the pool of blood lay a black-haired girl named Yanshan with a back injury, and not far away was a middle-aged woman who was covering her mouth while watching all this.And the most frightening thing was that a tall man was in mid-air as if someone had strangled his neck, his face flushed and he kept rolling his eyes, and his legs kept swinging in an abnormal direction. Stretch down.

Gradually, his trousers were torn at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his flesh was torn downwards. With a painful whimper, his feet were torn off by invisible things, revealing a piece of bone with minced flesh.

Then, one of his hands also began to fall down abnormally.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Di ignored the scared peeing two people around him, rushed over, hugged Zhou Feng's waist, and tried to pull him back to the ground.

A drop of blood from the ceiling dripped onto Yang Di's forehead, and then he saw something pinching Zhou Feng's neck, a huge ghost hand made of red mist, and the one holding Zhou Feng's hand was also a red ghost hand .Yang Di lowered his head and saw beside Yanshan, a headless girl floating in the blood mist.

Intuition tells Yang Di that this headless girl is Xi Tingyue!

"You're finally here." Xi Tingyue's hoarse voice reached Yang Di's ears from all directions in the room.

Then Zhou Feng fell to the ground from mid-air, and of course one of his hands fell to the other side.

Xitingyue's redness of resentment gradually faded, and her last sentence was to Zhou Feng: "I am a ghost who should go to the [-]th floor of hell, what are these things like you?"

Zhou Feng fell into a semi-consciousness, thinking that he must be in pain when he woke up.

Yang Di ignored him, but looked at the slightly transparent Xitingyue.

"Xitingyue!"

"sorry."