Penitent hand, trembling slightly

Potato chips are somewhat silent.

Mainly because she didn't know what to say.

Some speechless, but with a strange lightness.

The things she regards as shackles are so insignificant in the eyes of others, and the dissatisfaction in her heart is probably like a joke in the eyes of others.Speaking of the strong hatred and resentment caused by the little things accumulated little by little, it will probably only make other people think that she is such a small-hearted woman.

As long as you are human, you cannot avoid caring about other people's evaluation.

She looked at Shen Maomao's eyes without haze, and suddenly became envious.

No, not just envy, but deep jealousy.

A person's personality can best understand her growth environment. She has such clean eyes, and behind her must also have a happy family and many people who love her.

Just what she longed for, but never got.

Lou Jingmo also sat up, tilted his head to look at her, and said leisurely: "Only trash can only complain about injustice. Since you feel that you have been treated unfairly, you should find a way to break this injustice. Since you have chosen to accept it, you will Don't complain, all the roads are your own."

Potato Chips trembled all over, not sure if it was anger or anxiety: "What do you know? You are not me, how do you know my difficulties?"

Lou Jingmo let out a gasp of disdain from his nose, and was too lazy to talk to her again.

Potato Chip's body tensed for a while, and finally let out in one breath, then lowered his head in embarrassment, and stopped talking.

The falling leaves were blown up by the strong wind and flapped on the windows and doors, like those nights of silent tears, but maybe the person she hated had been killed by her own hands, or because she was no longer alone in this night Alone, she only felt a pair of wings sprouting from her back, wanting to lead her to break the chains and fly to the infinite sky, never looking back.

Shen Maomao put the quilt on himself, looked at her indifferently, and said: "Everyone has their own story, your story has nothing to do with us, and I don't care what kind of person you are. This is an illegal place , as long as you don't threaten our safety, we won't do anything to you."

Lou Jingmo was lying on his side, looked at her with an unclear expression, and asked, "Do you think she is guilty?"

Shen Maomao intuitively felt that there was a trap in this question, so he played a trick: "From a legal point of view, she is guilty."

Lou Jingmo laughed, and stretched out his arms from under the quilt to pinch her face: "You really know how to please."

Shen Maomao patted her hand away angrily, just as she wanted her to stop pinching her face, when she heard a sudden muffled sound from the door——

"Snapped--"

It sounded like a drop of water falling to the ground, or something hit the door. The three people in the room looked up at the same time, only to see a bright red handprint blooming on the door paper.

Su Han, who couldn't even be woken up by their conversation, got up in a jerk, and said with a pale face, "It seems that something is coming!"

"Snapped--"

"Clap--"

The second and third red palm prints were slapped on the window and the door, the palm prints were clearly visible, and each palm print shot sticky blood to the surroundings.

The dense night swept in, with the mist of fangs and claws, bit by bit through the cracks in the door and the window.

The flame the size of a grain of rice on the oil lamp began to flicker, dangling as if it would go out in a second.

Potato Chips became nervous: "Oops! One lamp is not enough, quickly light the other lamp!"

Shen Maomao jumped out of the quilt, rushed directly to the window sill, and grabbed the oil lamp on it.

A sharp howl exploded in her ears, frightening her whole body into a shudder. The black mist, like a gangrene, quickly spread up her arms, bringing her a biting cold feeling.

A pair of black and white eyes appeared in front of Shen Maomao's eyes, very much like the ones on the white lanterns he had seen that night.The dot-like pupils in these eyes swayed from side to side, making her scalp numb for a while, but she found that she couldn't move her head.

She can't move!

Potato Chips are still urging: "What are you doing? Get it here quickly! Don't hesitate!"

At the same time, a huge force came from the arm, desperately pulling her out of the door.

Lou Jingmo realized something was wrong almost as soon as the potato chips yelled out. She rushed over, grabbed Shen Maomao's arm with her left hand to prevent her from being dragged out, took out a fire pocket with her right hand, and held the oil lamp with her hand. lit.

The dark room seemed to be burned by the light, and it "snaked" and got out from the crack of the door again.The force holding onto Shen Maomao let go at the same moment, and she also fell directly into Lou Jingmo's arms due to inertia.

Su Han regained consciousness, and asked anxiously, "Are you all right? Come here!"

Shen Maomao didn't dare to delay any longer, and rushed back to the bed with Lou Jingmo holding the lamp.

The four women all huddled on it, and Potato Chip put the two lamps in front of him where the milk tea originally belonged, and said, "How much do you know about the plot of the dungeon?"

Su Han said: "Did Master Shao use some kind of sorcery to own the current family business? I found out that he ignored the objections of people around him, borrowed money to buy this house, and personally supervised his servants to live in the mansion. Eight wells were drilled in eight directions..."

Potato Chips nodded: "I don't know much about the plot, but I know a little more than you. Master Shao got a book, which introduced a fortune-making technique, and said that as long as you follow it, you can The family is rich."

Master Shao is very poor.

Rich people never know what poverty means, it brings endless pain and suffering.

He didn't believe it when he picked up the book, until he followed the method in the book to do a little fortune trick, and it turned out to be really successful.

From then on he was out of control.

Starting from the smallest fortune-making technique is like gambling, leading you to the farthest abyss step by step. Once you start the bow, there is absolutely no way back.

He was blinded by money and driven forward by interests.From sacrificial objects, to sacrificial plants, to animal corpses... the sacrificial objects are agreed, and the bigger the formation is drawn, the higher the benefits he will get.

It wasn't until he pushed two maidservants without father and mother into the well in a state of obsession with ghosts, that it was out of control.

He doesn't know how to manage, has no foresight, is greedy for food and lust, and indulges in pleasure, but his business grows bigger and bigger like a snowball. Who wouldn't be tempted in the days when he can make money while lying down?

The death of the maid did not cause much waves, and even brought him one business after another.His appetite grew, his ambition swelled, and he became crazy.

"Actually, there are not only two concubines in Shao's mansion. Some of them died and didn't know why they didn't become ghosts. Some of them became ghosts and were drained of all their value by the formation." Potato Chip continued, " The complete version of this formation is what you see now, eight directions, eight wells, covering almost the entire Shao Mansion, and eight hateful women live in the wells..."

"After decades, this formation is finally completed. The eighth well must be filled by players before the dungeon can continue. My way of leaving is to release all the ghosts and fill the eight wells with players. To you may not be applicable.”

While she was speaking, gusts of cold wind blew in from the outside, circling around the four people in the room, as if they were looking for an opportunity to blow out the candles in one go. "Come here quickly... Let's surround these two lamps..." She said cautiously, even breathing the most lightly, for fear of accidentally blowing out the lamp.

Lou Jingmo squinted his eyes and looked at her for two seconds, then patted Shen Maomao's butt: "Go, do as she said."

The four of them sat together, blocking the wind blowing in from all directions with their bodies.

Potato Chip continued to sigh with emotion: "Before I became a scavenger, I didn't even know there was such a profession. Why did it come to me? I have only cleared the dungeon five times..."

The knocking on the door never stopped, and the bloodstains on the window and the door had joined together. At first glance, it was impossible to tell how many palm prints were on it, so they didn't know how many people were outside the door.

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Stab, stab—"

Sharp nails were scratched on the door panel, and the woman outside the door was grinding her nails while crying, using blood stains as a canvas and nails as a paintbrush to draw messy and irregular marks.

She is clearly the most terrifying existence and the real culprit who has brought about everything now, but she cried miserably, heartbroken, and the listeners couldn't help but also burst into tears.

Shen Maomao covered his eyes, wiped away the tears that kept streaming down, and cursed: "Wipe, is it poisonous? I don't want to cry at all!"

The three women except Lou Jingmo were all crying, their noses were full of tears.

Shen Maomao rubbed his nose with a handkerchief, and his brain circuit started to go astray again: "You said that the sister outside cried so badly, did she also have a snot all over her face?"

Lou Jingmo: "..."

potato chips:"……"

Su Han: "..."

A picture emerged in the minds of several people by coincidence - the female ghost with loose long hair and bloody eyes was crying bitterly, crying and crying, a line of shiny snot flowed out of her nostrils, and flowed through her livid purple Lips and cheeks swaying...

The picture was so horrifying that the crying outside froze for a moment.

Lou Jingmo's shoulders kept shaking, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore, and burst out laughing.

Shen Maomao wiped his tears with an innocent face, not knowing what kind of visual experience he had brought to several people: "What are you laughing at? Is it not a normal physiological reaction to cry so much that I can't help but have a runny nose?"

Su Han twitched the corners of his mouth: "Although...it's true, but..." But I still feel that ghosts are not scary at all, right? ! !

This kind of thinking is really too dangerous, she is even afraid that she will never remember to run away again! !Is this woman poisonous? ? ? !

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-0910:06:17~2020-03-1012:24:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Juesheng, nanjoballno☆1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：Leninade44瓶；然也23瓶；戈止弋20瓶；申大勇、傲傲傲傲10瓶；轩轩睡着了6瓶；修炼千年的绵羊5瓶；裟2瓶；萧萧海蓝、薄荷酒巧1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!