I don't like the protagonist

Yan Shan stared at Zhai Meng seriously for a while, and Zhai Meng looked so nervous that he was dying, thinking that he was ugly when he died, and he had never looked in the mirror since he woke up, so he had no idea what he had become.

"It's okay, it's not too ugly." The tone was flat, and there was no emotion at all.

Zhai Meng thought he was ugly and didn't know how he died. What if he died a miserable death?That would be ugly, it's hard for Yan Shanshen to say something okay, Zhai Meng sighed, his whole body drooping, listless.

Yan Shan secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that Zhai Meng like this was very amusing, "Don't run around at night, no matter what sounds you hear, stay in the room obediently, I have set up a formation in this room, it is very safe."

Zhai Meng nodded absently, obviously still struggling with his appearance, and didn't listen at all.

Yan Shan took a deep look at him, forget it, just pay more attention at night, since those ordinary ghosts run away when they see him, there should be no big problem.

This place belongs to the city center, and it is very lively at night, but the sound insulation effect of the house is not bad, and you can hardly hear any sound from outside in the room.Yan Shan slept lightly, paying attention to the situation outside, and Zhai Meng, afraid that he would be restless.

It was very quiet at night, no sound could be heard, and the whole room seemed to be isolated.

Master Zhang stayed at home today, so Mr. Zhang was very relieved. He hadn't slept well for many days. Since the first person in the company died, he had been haunted by evil spirits, and it was impossible for him to sleep.

While sleeping in a daze, he suddenly heard footsteps, heavy and slow, one after another, not just one person, it should be many people, no, maybe not people!

Mr. Zhang didn't pay much attention, thinking that someone got up in the middle of the night to drink water or something. He wanted to turn over and continue to sleep, but found that he couldn't move at all. His head was awake, but he couldn't control his body. He was so anxious I'm sweating profusely, I don't know what to do.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the room, "Dong Dong Dong..." It sounded particularly terrifying in the silent night, like a deadly bell.

Mr. Zhang was too frightened to move. He wanted to ask who was outside, and also wanted to call Yan Shanshen, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, so he couldn't make a sound.

The knock on the door continued for a while and then stopped. Mr. Zhang heaved a sigh of relief, and his body also relaxed. He thought that the servant must have something to look for him in the middle of the night!

As a result, there was a sudden "dong dong" sound from the window, which was loud and urgent, showing how impatient and crazy the person knocking on the window was.

After a while, the knock on the door rang again, much louder than before. Mr. Zhang felt that he could hear the non-stop footsteps outside through the door and window, and the continuous sound made people frightened.

What about Mr. Yan?Why hasn't the master come here yet?He was about to be eaten by a ghost, why hasn't Master come over yet?Mr. Zhang was so anxious that he was about to cry, his nose and saliva all stuck to the quilt and pillow.

The sound never stopped, the whole room was filled with this sound, it seemed that the monster outside the door would come in and nibble on him in the next second.

There was a cold air all the way up his feet, causing a layer of goosebumps. Before Mr. Zhang could react, his neck was pinched by the invisible handbrake. The force was so great that he felt that his neck would break in a second.

He heard someone keep saying in his ear: "Why didn't you die? Why didn't you die?" The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, full of resentment, and the resentment in the voice seemed to be able to turn into substance.

Mr. Zhang struggled for a while, turned his head, and saw the window. There was a human face, blurry, close to the window, with blood continuously flowing from the head. His face was hideous, and he muttered, "Why die It wasn’t you? Why wasn’t you the one who died?” One sound after another, like a curse, intended to send him to the [-]th floor of hell, to be entangled by evil spirits, to eat flesh and tear apart his bones.

The door of the room came suddenly, and the creaking sound was very clear in the night. Mr. Zhang was so frightened that he burst into tears, his mouth trembling and unable to speak.

A black shadow came in from the door, it walked very slowly, it seemed to be deliberately scary, there was the sound of water ticking, it seemed that the water pipe was broken, the room was very dark, Mr. Zhang couldn't see the black shadow clearly, He didn't want to see clearly either.

"Why wasn't you the one who died? Why wasn't you the one who died?" Hei Ying kept repeating this sentence, his eyes hidden in the darkness glared at Mr. Zhang, his eyeballs protruded, and blood flowed down his face.

Only when the black shadow approached did Mr. Zhang know where the ticking sound was coming from.The black shadow was covered in blood. I don't know where the wound was, but the blood just kept flowing down. The ground where he walked was covered with blood from his body, all in one piece.

Mr. Zhang was terrified, but he couldn't move, and his throat was choked. He felt that he would die soon.

"Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll give you all my money, please don't kill me!" He was lying on the bed with tears and snot all over his face, it was disgusting to death.

Hei Ying didn't seem to hear it, and approached the bed step by step, repeating the sentence, "Why didn't you die?"

He finally came to Zhang Lao's side, smiling ferociously, the laughter was terrifying, but with joy, as if he had encountered such a happy thing, the laughter stopped abruptly, he suddenly bit Zhang Lao's abdomen, with great strength Not wanting to talk, he bit off the piece of meat and ate it bit by bit. The sound of chewing was very clear at night.

Mr. Zhang yelled, looked at the black shadow, and cried, "I was wrong! I was wrong! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Heiying didn't seem to hear this sentence, and opened his mouth to bite the flesh of his abdomen again.

After the third mouthful, Mr. Zhang passed out.

Yan Shanshen smelled a strong smell of blood in the room, which was different from the normal smell. Zhai Meng had already fallen asleep, so he lay with him, and he went out by himself without waking him up.

Turn on the light, the corridor is quiet, there is nothing, his room is quite far from Mr. Zhang's room, so he can't see anything.

There seemed to be some strange voice, and he immediately ran to Mr. Zhang's room. There were large pools of blood on the ground, which was very dark and thick, and gave off a foul smell. Mr. Zhang was lying on the bed, with blood stains coming from Seeping from the quilt, dripping to the ground, ticking, the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was turned on very low, it was ridiculously low.

Yan Shanshen lifted the quilt, and two pieces of flesh fell out, which seemed to be gnawed off by something. Two pieces of flesh were missing from Mr. Zhang's abdomen, and there was also a large pool of black blood on the window outside, which happened to be a human face. There are two hands.

Heh, it seems that Mr. Zhang has done a lot of bad things!More than one of them came to the door.Yan Shanshen called the housekeeper over and asked him to deal with it, and he went back to his room to rest.