ghost face

The fishhook was wrapped around the ring finger, and the screwdriver was firmly stuck in the flesh.All it takes is for the monster to pull hard, and Zhao Meng's fingers will fall down like a knife cutting cabbage.

But in front of the eyes, the speed is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.Pieces of glass were flying towards Zhao Meng one by one, cutting through his face and body, leaving fragments of different sizes and shades.As for Zhao Meng, enduring the pain in the other hand, he squeezed his clothes tightly, and then grasped the fishing line...

The game is not over yet, Zhao Meng is struggling to climb up the counter and head towards the monster.

The smell of blood was mixed with the smell of rain, and it was so unpleasant that people couldn't help but vomit.And the monster's face mixed with green juice had an intoxicated expression.The way he half-closed his eyes and smiled was terrifying enough that people couldn't look directly at him.

One of Zhao Meng's eyes was also pierced hard by the glass as he was moving forward.At that moment, the store erupted in a miserable wail like a smashed water glass.

"Ah—" The whole body curled up into a shrimp shape.And those glass shards of different sizes stuck in the meat also moved a little deeper into the meat.Zhao Meng covered his eyes like this, and the severe pain that made his mind go blank was unbearable for him.If life and death were not at stake, perhaps his remaining sanity would also collapse.The so-called death of Ling Chi may be the same as it is today.With every movement, you will feel the pain of suffocation all over your body like being cut by a knife.

He lost one eye, and the milky white liquid flowed down his cheeks together with the blood.There may have been many tears mixed in, but hope was not lost in the other eye.Only at such moments will people have a strong desire to live and bless.There was still hope in his eyes.This made the monster not far in front of him even more delighted.Only such a person makes it have an uncontrollable desire for tyranny.

It looked up and down Zhao Meng's miserable appearance as if soaked in a pool of blood, that bloodless, gray face, how miserable and pitiful it was and made it ecstatic.

Next time, what will it cut him off?What method should be used to torture him so that he can never stand up again?No, no, you can't kill him all at once, that would be too boring.It can't quickly make him lose the will to live, it's too boring.

The monster scratched its sticky head with its slender arms.Immediately afterwards, he opened his teeth full of jagged teeth, laughing extremely frighteningly.

Bit by bit, bit by bit, it tormented him.Let him die in despair.

Everything in front of him seemed so blurry, but the sound of breathing became exceptionally clear.Probably because even breathing has become a little difficult, so I paid special attention to it.

Zhao Meng shook his head lightly, he couldn't just fall down like this.Although the further you advance, the stronger the impact of the glass will be, but in this way——

The hand holding the fishing line seemed to have water droplets moving slowly along the line, mixed with more or less blood.

Zhao Meng stood up slowly.

"They've all become fish on the deck, can they still stand up?" The monster looked at him with satisfaction, all the small glass around him had been thrown away, only some 'big guys' were left.

"Evil can never...never defeat justice." Zhao Meng slowly raised her hand, making a triumphant gesture with her whole body. "Even if..." His eyes were a little blurred, but he saw the monster's dazed expression in a daze, and it seemed that he didn't see it clearly. "Even if you kill me here, someone will kill you for me." Just as he straightened up, he seemed to be unable to stand still.

"Heh. The self-comforting speech of the loser?" The monster was first stunned by his strange words and deeds.

"No." Zhao Meng shook his head.Then it was almost an angry roar biting his lower lip. "Failure is for the dead!" He said, pulling hard on the fishing line.

In the surprised eyes of the monster, there was a scene of blood splattered.Zhao Meng's entangled ring finger just fell in the air.Then he rushed towards himself like crazy.

"Stupid?" The monster looked at him and asked amusedly.

The fishhook that was originally wrapped around Zhao Meng was thrown towards the monster like this.

"Do you think this kind of thing can do anything to me?"

Feeling underestimated, the monster was a little angry. With a 'snap', the hook was knocked out, and then he grabbed the fishing line again, and tore it with both hands.

"No, I didn't underestimate you." Zhao dreamed of this, and sat down on the ground.After he found that it was impossible to let the rainwater drip down to the monster along the fishing line, he gave up the idea.Then he simply tore off his fingers, hoping to distract the monster's attention and seize the opportunity.

"You really—" Looking at the monster in front of him, it turned into a distorted and inflated monster.There seemed to be some kind of special fluctuation in Zhao Meng's eyes. "Hateful."

When the monster grabbed the fishing line with both hands, it was difficult to maintain its body shape as if it was inflated.Under Zhao Meng's gaze, when the monster's body swelled to an unbelievable degree, there was a violent shock and a little shaking, making people want to escape in fear.Disgusting mucus immediately spread all around, and a man's curled up body fell to a corner of the store. He was covered in blood, but his expression was a little peaceful.

Finally, revenge was avenged.

Zhang Jingyi was a little depressed today.Not only because of the company's affairs in the morning, but also because working from home in the afternoon was not going well.After all, it is remote work, and communication is not as convenient as in the office.By the time all her work was done, it was already 8:30 in the evening.In the past, at this time, it was considered as overtime, not to mention off-duty.

After taking a sip of coffee, Zhang Jingyi stretched and let out a sigh.Now she is very sleepy...

After taking a look at the "Seven Days of Cursive Script" on the side, she found that her original "protagonist" had changed, and became a man named Xiao Shuai.

This man is very familiar to her, the guy she has been in contact with before.Since the protagonist has changed, it naturally means that Wen Wanrou must have been killed by Xiao Shuai.To be honest, she was not surprised at all that Wen Wanrou would be killed by Xiao Shuai.After all, hatred can make people accomplish many things, and it is said that a big man can be destroyed by a villain.

"Seeing that it's going to be night soon, I'll let you go first." Zhang Jingyi is not ready to take action on her next protagonist right now.In fact, even if she wanted to, she couldn't be distracted after the horror happened at night.

Her terrorist incidents basically come from outside the door.Every night there will be all kinds of horrible sounds of knocking on windows, knocking on doors, knocking on wardrobes, etc. Of course, this is not to say that these things are easy to get through.Zhang Jingyi knew very well that even if she opened the window, opened the crack of the door, and glanced under the bed, it would all declare that she would die.Her horror can't go wrong.

The reason for knowing this is still from the gentle and horrific events.It was the next day when Wen Wanrou hugged her dead cat and cried, and realized that her cat died directly after meeting the ghost face to face.Then Zhang Jingyi came to the conclusion that if one faces a ghost face to face and sees the other person's appearance, one will surely die.That's why I tried every means to lure Zhang Jingyi to watch it.Fortunately, on the first night, she hugged the quilt tightly and hid inside to survive.

"Since one person died today, it should be easier." Zhang Jingyi thought for a while, then glanced at the time on the wall.It was only 8:30.She opened the bathroom door leisurely, ready to take a good bath.

Take off your clothes one by one, and bathe your tired body in the warm water.Zhang Jingyi closed her eyes in relaxation, the shampoo was bubbling in her hair with her fingers.And the terrifying grimaces were reflected in these dense bubbles.With the movement of the fingers, the bubbles are broken one by one, and new bubbles appear.Then, everything flowed down the water to the sewer.

Zhang Jingyi took the facial cleanser from one side and began to carefully apply it on her face.Suddenly, a pair of cold hands covered her hands that were rubbing foam on her face.

"—Ah!" Zhang Jingyi screamed in panic.When she opened her eyes, the foam entered her eyes, causing her to squat down with a sharp blow.She quickly rinsed off the bubbles with water.

"Who! Who is at my house?" Zhang Jingyi opened her eyes and her first reaction was to look around in panic.

There was absolutely no mistake, there were indeed hands touching hers just now.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in, causing her to shrink back.Turned to look behind.The window next to the bathroom was cracked open.

"!" Zhang Jingyi was startled.

Could it be... Didn't he close the window before?So... so that thing came into the house

She just felt shivering all over now, her back was so cold, and her cold goosebumps stood up.After she closed the window tremblingly, she quickly dried her body.The bathroom door is still closed, so it should be fine.

Looking around suspiciously, Zhang Jingyi got dressed and was about to leave the bathroom.He turned his gaze to the mirror on one side, and then took a deep breath.

A man taller than her, with a gray and white horse face, was standing behind her.With her hands on her shoulders, those white eyes without black pupils were slowly raised to look in the mirror.

"Wow." Zhang Jingyi was so frightened that she immediately opened the door and ran out.And jump up and down from time to time, trying to shake off the things behind him.She was now pretty sure a ghost had slipped in and was following her.

The sound of knocking on the door echoed in the panicked room.The horror that she must come every night came as promised.Looking back at the clock, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening.