Penitent hand, trembling slightly

An Jing got what she wanted to know, so she ignored her and turned her head into Mingyue's room.

Sisi shook her arms, looked at the blue fingerprints on her wrist and complained; "Is she in a daze? How much effort did you use?"

Shen Maomao said, "Are you okay?"

Sisi: "I always feel that she is not very good, is she going to fight against ghosts?"

Shen Maomao nodded: "It's very possible."

Sisi glanced at her: "Do you think what I did just now was wrong?"

Shen Maomao said: "It has nothing to do with me."

Sisi froze for a moment, then smiled and said: "You are really frank, but even so, I would like to explain, I think her state is not right, just now I really have the feeling that if I don't say something, I will be punished by her." The feeling of being pushed down the stairs... Hey, forget it, let’s not talk about it, if you haven’t experienced it yourself, you probably won’t understand how I feel.”

Shen Maomao nodded in agreement: "You don't have to care about what I think, my opinion is not important, what matters is your own thoughts."

Sisi pursed her lips: "I... Got it, see you tomorrow."

Shen Maomao waved to her, then entered the room and closed the door.

The last dungeon still had an impact on her, her sympathy was being drained away by the game, she just didn't know if this change was good or not...

She lay on the bed and turned off the lights, her head was full of game plots, and she didn't even have any extra thoughts to think about what An Jing was doing.

The night is like a monster, quietly dormant in front of everyone's window, waiting for the darkest moment to come.The sound of the rain was continuous, and there was rarely any sound of wind or insects tonight, and the entire western-style building was as quiet as a cemetery.

The doorbell didn't ring, but when the moonlight outside the window was completely blocked by dark clouds, Shen Maomao still had a premonition—it was coming.

Damp water vapor swept in, carrying a pungent fishy smell.

"Hee hee~"

Someone laughed in her ear, and then the voice gradually drifted away.

"Come and play~ Come and play with me~"

The sound was far and near, and erratic, making it impossible to tell its exact location.

It seemed that the one who came was the elder sister among the sisters.

Shen Maomao was not false at all, he turned his head in the direction of the voice for a while, and then asked, "Are you tired?"

My sister stopped laughing: "..."

The picture seemed to return to last night, Shen Maomao sat up from the bed, and asked: "What do you want? Are you talking?" A hazy black shadow stood still in front of the bed, and Shen Maomao couldn't see its face clearly. All that could be seen was a pair of glowing red eyes, and red fangs in its mouth that seemed to glow.

The figure spoke, the voice was still very immature, but the words that came out were extremely rampant: "I want your life—"

Shen Maomao: "Didn't your sister tell you? I have something that can freeze the entire Ye Lake..."

The elder sister smiled ferociously at her: "That depends on whether you still have that chance—"

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and attacked Shen Maomao.

Shen Maomao quickly rolled off the bed, used a small prop to speed up, turned around and rushed towards the door.

The elder sister turned into a pool of light blue water with a "puchi", seeped in along the cracks in the floor, and disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye.

When Shen Maomao heard the voice and looked back, his running speed involuntarily slowed down.

If it goes downstairs this way—

Then she won't go down.

She turned her head back to her room, sat back on the bed unhurriedly, and waited for the little girl to come up again.

Three minutes later, the kid rushed up with his hair standing on end, obviously very angry: "Why don't you go down?!"

Shen Maomao looked innocent: "I didn't say I was going down, did I?"

The little girl rushed over again with a ferocious expression: "I want you to die!"

Shen Maomao directly put the quilt in front of him, wrapping the little guy who threw himself into the net.

She tried to reason with it: "Can you stop being so grumpy?"

The next second, the quilt was empty, and the little girl should have turned into water again. She threw the quilt to the ground, watched it separate itself from the quilt, and looked at her angrily with two rubs of cotton wool on her head.

If you ignore her small shark-like teeth, she is quite cute.

Shen Maomao said: "Can't we sit down and have a good talk? Since you have your own consciousness, you certainly don't want to be like those unconscious ghosts who only know how to kill and kill people? What's the point of that?"

The little girl knew exactly what happened to her younger sister, and knew that the woman in front of her was very eloquent and could easily lead ghosts astray without knowing it, so she made up her mind not to listen to her nonsense, and charged again with a scream. Come over, and at the same time summon two water jets to attack her, I don't know what they want to do with this harmless water.

——Ghost knows what effect it will have after touching it.

Shen Maomao hastily picked up the pillow to defend, first used the pillow to block the water column, then raised his leg and kicked the little girl's chest.She exerted [-]% of her strength, and thought she could kick it away, but who would have thought that its chest was like a puddle of mud, and a hole was directly sunken, wrapping her feet in, and it also So he grabbed Shen Maomao's calf.

The sharp nails pierced into the skin, causing Shen Moomao to gasp in pain. This time she directly kicked the little girl's head with the other foot, and finally succeeded in kicking it out, but at the same time, its nails also Two long scratches were left on her legs, and her skin was torn apart.

Shen Maomao didn't have time to care about the wound on her leg. She quickly rushed to the little girl, reached out and grabbed one of her braids, picked her up directly, and took out the dagger presented by Lou Jingmo's love. He threatened her coldly: "Do you really want to fight to the death? Do you think I can't kill you if I become a ghost? Have you seen this dagger? Do you want to taste it?"

The little girl didn't make a sound, her figure began to elongate, probably because she wanted to turn into water again.

Shen Maomao's brain was running fast, thinking about how to keep it to make something out of it.

Thinking about it, she recalled the teacup on the desk, and with an idea, she suddenly stopped her loudly: "Don't change! Otherwise, I will fill you with a teacup and pour it into the latrine!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" The little girl screamed, "You vicious woman!"

Shen Maomao snorted coldly: "If I am vicious, you will be able to go to the eighteenth floor of hell in the future."

The little girl groaned for a while, and the things in her little head had already changed from how to kill this person to how to keep herself away from that disgusting thing. After thinking for a long time, she still couldn't think of a way to keep herself clean. Reluctantly said: "What do you want to do?"

Shen Maomao smiled gently, but did not let go. Instead, he carried her to the desk, groped for the teacup with the other hand, and said, "I want to ask you something."

Nu Hai snorted coldly: "Say it quickly."

Shen Maomao cut to the chase: "Are you He Bo?"

The little girl rolled her eyes, and just about to speak, Shen Maomao said quietly: "After thinking about it, decide whether to lie or not."

It paused for a second, and said discouragedly: "It's not yet..."

Shen Maomao: "What do you mean?"

"Now faith is not enough..." It was halfway through, and it became vigilant again, "You don't want to be He Bo, why ask so many questions?"

Shen Maomao grasped the key point: "So you and your sister are the uncle Xihe in the mouth of the townspeople?"

Little girl: "Almost." "You died 23 years ago, why did your story exist 50 years ago?"

The little girl glanced at her: "You have inquired comprehensively... We also need to rely on stories to attract believers. Without stories, we can only tamper with their memories..."

Shen Maomao nodded, and concluded: "Oh, it's just packaging and setting up people? I understand."

"what?"

"It's okay." Shen Maomao changed the question, "If I ask you the cause of death, will you go berserk?"

The little girl looked at her with a fake smile: "You can try."

Shen Maomao: "Forget it, I cherish my life. One last question: What is your wish? Kill Kang Yuanhuai? Or become He Bo?"

"Who is Kang Yuanhuai?"

Shen Maomao: "? Then what do you do every night??"

"Murder." It said as it should.

"Didn't you go to find Kang Yuanhuai yesterday?"

The red light in the little girl's eyes began to flicker: "He told you that his name is Kang Yuanhuai? Hahahahaha you were all deceived by him!"

Shen Maomao: "What's going on? Who is he?"

"He..." Just as she said a word, there was a sudden scream from next door to them, which made Shen Maomao's head buzzing, and she couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

"Crap!" Shen Maomao cursed, "What the hell! Will someone interrupt me when I talk about something important?!"

"Something happened!" The little girl frowned, turned herself into a puddle of water, and then seeped into it along the cracks in the ground.

"Wait a minute! Say it again before leaving!!"

Unfortunately, the ghost has run away.

She gritted her teeth, she really didn't want to give up such a good opportunity, besides, tomorrow would be the fifth day, and she was afraid that if she didn't hurry up, she would lose the opportunity.After weighing the pros and cons, she groped in the dark and quickly put on her clothes, then pushed the door and went out.

It was the first time she had left the room at night.

The moonlight casts the shadow of the window frame on the ground. A shadow means that the moonlight is very bright, but it is pitch black outside the window, and nothing can be seen.

The small western-style building at night seemed to be different from the daytime, but she couldn't tell where it was, she could only sense a dangerous aura, and all the cells in her body were clamoring for her to go back.

She raised her foot lightly, and her toes landed on the wooden floor without making any sound.

There are five rooms upstairs, and the sound came from the room with the bright moon in the middle, and the people living there are quiet—as expected, quiet did something.

She walked to the door of the room in the middle, looked in through the slightly opened door, and suddenly saw a face with the left half of its face torn off flashing past her, which made her look away abruptly. , Leaning his back against the wall, covering his beating little heart.