Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Do you really want a volume?" Ding Mu felt a little confused, so he opened his mouth again to confirm.

"Yes." The person next door paused, confirming that a roll is needed.

"How can I hand it over to you? Is it okay to put it there from above?" Ding Mu was a little troubled.

"Can I go and get it?" Diao Wenyuan asked.

Ding Mu suddenly remembered that he didn't come to squat in the pit, and said, "I'll send you there."

Ding Mu flushed the water, took out the paper roll and walked out. He walked to the door next door, knocked on the door, and said, "Trickster, I..."

Ding Mu looked into the door, his eyes widened in horror.

I saw that Diao Wenyuan, who was supposed to be sitting on the toilet inside the door, was hoisted high by a hemp rope, his eyes were protruding, his eyes were open, his tongue was stretched out, his veins were exposed, and his expression was grim and painful.At this moment, he no longer struggled because of death, but was slightly swayed by the blowing wind, as if he still had life and was still unwilling.The hemp rope was tightly strangled into his neck, the rough rope tore through the skin, blood flowed out, and the dyed hemp rope turned bright red.Blood flowed from the severed blood vessel, trickling down his neck bit by bit, dripping onto the floor and into the toilet, forming a puddle of blood.His eyes stared straight at the door, facing Ding Mu's eyes, as if silently complaining: Why didn't you save me?

This sudden shock was the most frightening. Ding Mu's lips trembled, and he was even speechless.

At that moment, the brain became blank and unresponsive.

Diao Wenyuan is dead, so who is the person who asked him to deliver the paper?Is it Diao Wenyuan's soul, or something else?

"This is a gift from me, do you like it?" An indisputable voice rang in his ears, and the airflow brought by his words was icy cold, which was completely different from a person with a temperature and a heartbeat.

"Heh..." Ding Mu opened his mouth, but only made a breathy sound, unable to utter anything, as if his throat was blocked by a walnut, blocking all his voices for help.

He wants to ask: Who are you?Why are you following me?Did you kill Diao Wenyuan?

But he couldn't say anything, and even his muscles seemed to be stiff.

"Ding Mu." This is Guan Yi's voice, the voice of the guy behind him, it sounds very similar to Guan Yi, but it brings him infinite despair.

Guan Yi... At this moment, he thought of Guan Yi who was outside the door, but there was no possibility of calling for help. Pants.

The sound of the water flowing here is very loud, covering all possible sounds.

Ding Mu looked at the hanging corpse, both walls were covered with bloodstains from Diao Wenyuan's claws.

But Ding Mu was next door, but he didn't hear anything.

"Ding Mu." The thing changed its voice again, this voice was Yan Mingyue's.

A pair of cold hands grabbed his shoulders, stroked them slowly, and searched carefully. Those hands were long and slender, and they were undoubtedly women's hands.

This thing... Could it be Yan Mingyue's soul?

"The muscles are so beautiful, no wonder the last person she thought of before she died was you." The thing continued to speak in Yan Mingyue's voice.

who?Who was thinking of him before dying?

"I really like you..." This thing was replaced by Guan Yi's voice, low and magnetic, which made Ding Mu's heart tremble.

The cold hand sliding on his back became strong, slender and thin, full of powerful masculine charm.

That hand slowly slid onto Ding Mu's neck, and grabbed his neck with one hand, tightening it up little by little, like a cat enjoying the process of playing with its prey.

When his hands were so tight that Ding Mu had difficulty breathing, Ding Mu suddenly felt that he had regained control of his body. He took this opportunity to slam his elbow back and kick his long leg to the partition. , making a loud "boom"!

"Brother Guan!" Ding Mu struggled with all his strength and shouted towards the door.

The thing was irritated by his series of actions, raised his hand to grab his nape, covered his mouth, but failed to take back the blurted words into Ding Mu's mouth, furiously clenched his five fingers, The force was so strong that it almost crushed Ding Mu's throat!

Guan Yi kicked in the door, kicked at the disheveled, indistinguishable thing, then grabbed Ding Mu's hand suddenly, took him into his arms, and comforted him: "It's all right."

Ding Mu's eyes turned black, his lungs ached, and the air that poured into his mouth was natural and fresh. The near-death experience made him cherish the air that made his lungs ache.

The thing was kicked against the wall by Guan Yi, and even coughed up black blood. He no longer used Guan Yi's voice, and restored his own voice, staring into Guan Yi's eyes, using that indisputable voice The voice cursed viciously: "You will never get what you want, ever!"

Guan Yi held Ding Mu in his arms, not wanting to force him, so he almost slashed the pale face of the thing with a flick of the knife. Ding Mu and up!

"My name is Erdong Chen..."

Ding Mu only heard this nonsensical remark, and the thing disappeared into the shadow on the ground.