I'm on the big guy cookbook

When everyone was in a daze, the bell rang at nine o'clock at night.

"When - when - when -"

The sound of the grandfather clock is so heavy, and it is so strange at this moment.

With the sound of the bell beating on the heart, the originally hot air immediately froze, and the cold air poured down, almost onto the face and ankles, giving Neil and the others a chill.

If this can be explained by their mental allergies, then the ethereal laughter floating back and forth in the lobby on the first floor, and the pens and registers that automatically stand up for signature without wind fully explain one thing.

— Haunted!

Finally, after countless ghosts began to gradually appear in the hall from blurred to clear, Neil was the first to react among the dumbfounded crowd, shouting: "Run!"

Damn, after nine o'clock is a violation, these ghosts can kill them!

Under the danger, Neil, who forgot that Francis was not an ordinary person, subconsciously grabbed his hand and jumped upstairs like a rabbit. Francis didn't react suddenly. Fortunately, his legs were long enough, and he followed immediately.

Her curly black hair, which looked like seaweed, flew back, and her dark red pupils stared at the back of the blond young man in front of her with unconcealable astonishment, which turned into warm tenderness after a few seconds.

Although this kind of desperate running posture was not suitable or necessary for him, Francis did not stop, nor did he remind Neil.

He even squeezed Neil's hand even harder.

It is said that the truth is found in times of crisis.

His Neil...was such a gentle and good boy.

Francis' smile deepened.

People have a herd mentality, and at this time, when the first person breaks the deadlock, it also wakes up the other men who were petrified.

Seeing the ferocious scorched grimace appearing in front of them, stretching out their arms towards the living, their dull brains may not have fully reacted, but their voices screamed early, and they swung their legs and ran after Neil!

"Ghost!"

"Ah, don't pull me, get out!"

"Run—"

Roshna watched in horror as the worker in the room next to him was caught by the condensed ghost, and then the ghost's seemingly stiff but sharp severed fingers poked a big hole in his neck...

Thick blood gushed up from the broken neck like a fountain, and then splashed on the floor. Rosh's eyes widened slowly, almost tearing the corners of the eyes, and the constricted pupils reflected everything.

His body beat the beat and shook violently.

It wasn't until he was staggered by the yelling fleeing person next to him, that the severe pain in his shoulder brought Roshna back to his senses.

I can't die...

I have a wife and kids to raise...

Roshna's lips opened and closed. Seeing a ghost poke at him with its teeth and claws stretched out, his stiff and cold limbs finally flowed with new blood, and he staggered, rolled and crawled upstairs.

As for why not open the door and escape outside?

His gut told him he'd be better off following the first blond to escape.

After recovering, he knew how to run away and ask for help.

Some ran outside, and those who were stunned and froze became food for the evil spirits.

... Familiar friends died one after another at the hands of ghosts who moved faster and faster, and the neat hall was full of sprayed blood spots and small blood puddles.

The remains of corpses lacking things and things were scattered on the ground, and the diffuse eyes were staring at a certain point.

The body is still soft and warm, but the dead will not come back.

The smoke floating in the wooden window of the management room faded away, leaving only a hoarse sigh.

Rosh just glanced at it, immediately covered his mouth to prevent himself from spitting it out, and speeded up his pace with tears in his eyes. Several ghost hands grabbed his clothes, tore the old fabric that was not very strong, and left scars on his body. Under the stinging bloodstains.

Roshna ignored the pain, and used the greatest courage and strength in his life to squeeze forward. After reaching the second floor, he immediately heard an anxious and clear voice shouting:

"Run here! Come to my room! Don't go back to your own room, you will be chased by ghosts!"

He looked up and saw the calm and stable face of the blond young man amidst the impatience.

Without saying a word, Roshna grabbed his friend behind him, and the two narrowly squeezed into the door just before being bitten and killed by the ghost.

"boom!"

The slamming of the wooden door muted the roars and screams, as well as the panic.

Except for Neil and Francis, the only three surviving men huddled together, far away from the door, staring at the door for fear that the group of evil spirits would break in.

Neil with the same ugly face comforted them: "Don't worry, they can't get in."

Violating the door control time of nine o'clock may be attacked by ghosts, but after humans enter the room, no other ghosts can enter except the ghosts in their own room, and the ghosts in his room were burned to death by Francis as early as the first day.

Roshna and his two friends hugged each other and wept.

"What the hell is going on here... how come there are so many ghosts, can we still go out? What to do, what to do?!"

After speaking, Roshna suddenly looked at Neil, his face contorted in horror, and he shouted, "Do you know something!"

"..." Neil opened his mouth, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

He couldn't lie, if it wasn't because he was surprised by the administrator with only arms downstairs and forgot the time, they could have left early—no, or he knew that there was a gate control at nine o'clock, why didn't he stop them earlier Go down and find someone? !

Even if they might not listen to him, he should give it a try...

"Damn, I think something is wrong with you!"

Roshna got emotional and stood up to grab Neil's clothes. Before Neil could react, Francis, who was watching silently, grabbed Roshna's hand, and his dark red pupils flashed scarlet. .

"What are you doing?" Francis stared at him coldly.

"I..." Roshna shuddered in pain, startled by Francis' gaze, and shouted weakly: "It's none of your business!"

Francis' face sank, and he was about to squeeze Roshna's wrist in the opposite direction. When Neil saw him, he quickly pressed his shoulder, "Don't, don't, please calm down, Aris, he doesn't mean it either."

Fearing that Francis would directly beat him to death, Neil simply hugged Francis' arm, leaned over and said quickly in a low voice:

"Besides, if you beat him, you may have to fight among yourself, which will be even more troublesome! I know you are defending me, Aris, but don't get angry!"

"……Humph."

Francis glanced over Neil's face, then fell on Roshner's face, and then let go of his hand.

Neil and Roshana exhaled at the same time.

The latter squatted back lazily, while the former leaned towards Francis with a smile.The blue eyes were so beautiful, Neil grinned big and bumped into the Grand Duke next to him with his shoulder.

"Thank you, Aris."

"Didn't you say you broke up with me?"

"Uh, cough cough, breaking up friendship is still going to break up, who made us disagree, but...it doesn't count if we don't talk, who told me to soften my heart!"

"Hey, little liar."

"hey-hey."

Francis looked sideways, pressed the corners of his raised lips, and reminded him: "Always protect yourself, Neil, that's the point."

"Yeah, I know."

Neil nodded his head a few times, squatted down and was busy persuading Roshna and the others.

Francis was not angry when he saw that he ignored his words. His Neil was always too soft-hearted and wanted to save everyone, and beside his Neil, there was himself.

Regardless of whether they were wary of him or not, Neil still told them all about his findings and clues.

"I will do my best to keep you alive!"

Neil clenched his fist firmly.

Roshna and his two friends looked better, but they still muttered complainingly: "Why didn't you say it earlier..." Maybe their friends wouldn't have to die sooner!

Neil was helpless: "I told you earlier, do you believe it? Are you willing to move away?"

Roshna: "..."

Two other people: "..."

They... really don't know.

Not to mention the difficulty of finding a house, money alone is a big problem.

If it weren't for the real death, they wouldn't move.

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