I eat candy in the horror world

"What the hell is it, gecko spirit?" Song Xi murmured unconsciously.

Mao Qiang's movements are fast and smooth, as if he has done it thousands of times.This can't help but make people wonder, is this the real appearance of Mao Qiang, who has been pretending from the beginning?

The distance of four to five meters was too easy for Mao Qiang. In the blink of an eye, he had reached the outer edge of the balcony. Jiang Su protected Song Xi behind his back, stepped on the half-person-high fence, and kicked Mao Qiang's head.

Mao Qiang was able to dodge at first, but after several times in a row, the rhythm of dodging was disrupted, and he fell from the periphery all of a sudden.

If this kind of thing is not killed, it will be endless entanglement.Song Xi reacted quickly, took the clothes pole and ran out, paused when passing by the kitchen, rushed in and came out with a kitchen knife.

After thinking about it, he still felt that the kitchen knife was more dangerous and could easily hurt himself, so he threw the clothes pole to Jiang Su.

Jiang Su: "..."

He still remembers the first time he saw Song Xi in this world, the young man was a little silent, and he treated others with gentleness. He seemed calm in danger, but in fact he always broke out in a cold sweat secretly.

Jiang Su still remembered that he had seen Song Xi trembling, obviously terrified to death, but he just clenched his fists tightly, sometimes trying to comfort him.

The current Song Xi is completely different from before. He will take the initiative to attack and use everything around him as a weapon. When he sees blood, he will not show the expression of fear like he did at the beginning.

Jiang Su saw Song Xi's growth, but he was not very happy.He hasn't had time to protect the person he wants to protect, but the other person can already face the danger directly and doesn't need his protection.

The gloomy mood comes and goes quickly.

Jiang Su caught up with Song Xi and found that he was looking up at the tree above.At the height of the tree trunk, Mao Qiang clings tightly to it, and the limbs seem to have invisible suction cups, and every movement is very fast and stable.

Song Xi squinted one eye to aim, predicted Mao Qiang's trajectory, and threw the kitchen knife directly.

The blade slid across Mao Qiang's arm, and there were scars but no bleeding.

It's not human at all.

Song Xi: "Su Su, take advantage of the present!"

No need for any communication, Jiang Su knew that his feet were tilted, and he rushed out like lightning, jumping up.Like a sharp arrow, the clothes pole in his hand pierced through Mao Qiang's back straightly, pinning him to the tree trunk.

Jiang Su held the other end of the clothes pole, and with a little force, pulled Mao Qiang from the tree trunk.

As soon as it landed, the body that wouldn't bleed was burnt to powdered charcoal, which collapsed instantly and scattered all over the ground.

Song Xi was at a loss and couldn't react.

Jiang Su squatted down, twirling the black powder with his fingertips, unable to discern what was the result of the burning.

Song Xi blinked, "Just like that... died?"

Jiang Su stood up, "Go back."

There was a cool wind blowing through the woods, and the ashes were blown into the woods with the wind, and disappeared without a trace under the moonlight.

In the house, Uncle Lin had already gotten up and was sitting in the living room smoking his last cigarette.

He didn't know where the two young men went, so he opened the door deliberately.In the dark corridor, the voice-activated lights suddenly turned on.He quickly got up and walked to the door, he was really relieved to see the two of them back.

"Where did you guys go this evening? I was scared to death. I thought I had a crow's mouth." Uncle Lin frowned, and the melancholy in his eyes did not dissipate. He looked at Song Xi eagerly for an answer.

Song Xi lived up to his expectations, "Uncle Lin, you are sure."

Uncle Lin: "Ah, this..."

Song Xi pointed to the ceiling, "Mao Qiang jumped from upstairs and attacked me."

"No way, why did Mao Qiang attack you?" Uncle Lin couldn't stand after finishing speaking, and ran upstairs past Song Xi.

Song Xi followed, "Don't worry, it may not be Mao Qiang, but a ghost that can change into a human form."

"Then you have to ask first." As long as he thought of a ghost in human skin lurking among them, Uncle Lin would feel flustered.

In the middle of the night, the sound of banging on the door quickly startled Aunt Li upstairs.

Aunt Li's door opened, and the door downstairs just happened to close.

The three of Song Xi huddled in the entrance, panting to varying degrees, except for Jiang Su, the other two were all staring at Mao Qiang who came to open the door.

Mao Qiang yawned, rubbed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Xi took a step forward, pushed Mao Qiang's shoulder to make people turn around, and lifted the clothes on his back to watch carefully.

Not hurt.

He turned the man around again and pulled his arm to check carefully, but there was still no injury.

Song Xi: "You were in the house all the time?"

"No, didn't I chat with you on the balcony." Mao Qiang wondered, "I still want to talk about you, why did you suddenly lose your voice while chatting, I thought you were too sleepy to go to sleep."

"And then?" Song Xi observed his expression.

Mao Qiang, who had just met, was evil, and in retrospect, although his body movements were nimble and quick, his expression was less obvious, and he seemed not good at making various rich expressions.

"And then? Then there was no one to talk to, so I went into the house by myself." Mao Qiang said it as a matter of course, and his heart was secretly terrified.He felt uncomfortable being stared at, swallowed nervously, and asked, "Song Xi, what happened, why do I feel that you are looking at me strangely."

"I met another you." Song Xi said, "He looks exactly like you, even the hair color is the same."

Mao Qiang had goose bumps all over his body, "You're not kidding, I'm really in the room all the time, if you don't believe me, go ask Zou Xiang!"

"But he's not in the room." From Song Xi's angle, he could see the situation on the bed in the big bedroom at a glance, and Zou Xiang was not on it.

"I'm here..." Zou Xiang came out of the bathroom, and was fastening his trouser belt.

Song Xi: "..."

Zou Xiang straightened his pants, "I heard what you just said, and I can testify that he went back to the room after you finished chatting and stayed with me the whole time."

"Where's Wang Tong?" Uncle Lin stretched his neck to look into the small bedroom.

Song Xi walked over and opened the door to have a look, and was shocked by the appearance of the room. Wang Tong was actually wrapped in red thread around the window and his bed.

Walking over, reaching out to touch the line, the little bell on the red line began to ring.

Wang Tong opened his eyes and sat up, staring at Song Xi on guard.Seeing a familiar face, he sat up straight and bent his body, "It's you, what's the matter?"

Song Xi was speechless: "You didn't wake up from the loud conversation outside."

"I'm going to die of sleep, unless someone touches my thread." Wang Tong deftly removed the thread and touched the ground with his feet, "I've already formed a conditioned reflex to the bell ringing."

Song Xi didn't understand the theory of yin and yang, catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, but he had seen ghost movies and heard ghost stories.

If it was in the past, he would be surprised at most, but now it is different, he himself is in the world of ghosts.He fiddled with the hanging red thread and organized his words, "Are you Mr. Feng Shui?"

"It doesn't count, it's just a magic stick." Wang Tong gathered the red thread hanging on the ground. "Not really, it's just a hobby."

Song Xi nodded, suppressed his curiosity, and talked about the most important things at the moment.

After listening to his retelling, Wang Tong touched the tip of his nose and said embarrassedly: "I really didn't hear it, but I believe that Mao Qiang is not a ghost."

Mao Qiang repeatedly nodded in agreement.

"So what exactly did we encounter just now? Why did he come to us?" Song Xi said.

"Are you urging us to hand in the answer quickly..." Zou Xiang rubbed his hands nervously, "You must have heard it before, the woman kept knocking on the door until twelve o'clock. We thought she was leaving Yes, in the end, in the end, she started scratching the door again, rattling, and my scalp was numb."

He was immersed in his own guesses, at a loss for what to do, "It must be, she wanted to force us to fill in the answers quickly, and then, then..."

Song Xi: "Then what?"

Zou Xiang was speechless.

Zou Xiang's guess was not unreasonable, from the moment he received the note, they were all involved.But if you really fill in the answer, what will happen next?

He couldn't imagine it, but it was absolutely impossible for a woman to let them find the exit safely and leave.

Song Xi felt a headache, and couldn't connect [Please don't whisper] with what happened to them.

"It's already three o'clock in the morning, I don't think we should go down, everyone squeeze together first, it's safer." Uncle Lin sent a message, and everyone followed suit.

Song Xi and Jiang Su nestled on the sofa, while Uncle Lin went to sleep with Wang Tong.

Although physically and mentally exhausted, none of them could really fall asleep.Especially Mao Qiang, as long as he thinks that there is something like him, his chest will panic and his hands and feet will go weak.

Insomnia at night is hard work.

Mao Qiang lay upright on the bed for a while, his back ached. He glanced at Zou Xiang, who was also not asleep, and said in a low voice, "I think Song Xi and the others must not have fallen asleep, why don't we all get up and play cards."

Zou Xiang had a sick expression on his face, "I don't want to play, and where did the cards come from in this room."

"I've seen one in the bookcase, but it's been a long time." Mao Qiang hung his head, his body bent as if unsupported, "Brother Zou Xiang, I'm afraid, you said how come we have come to this kind of ghost place."

Zou Xiang: "Don't think too much. If you can't sleep, close your eyes and rest your mind."

Mao Qiang closed his eyes, fell down and lay down again.But he still couldn't fall asleep, so he opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Just at this moment, a black shadow passed by.

He sat up abruptly, pointed outside: "There is someone, there is someone!"

Song Xi and the others heard voices running in and stopped suddenly when they saw the bright windows.On the smooth glass, there was a number 2 added at some point.

"What's the matter, it wasn't there just now!" Mao Qiang couldn't believe it, and asked Zou Xiang, "We've been in the room, staring at the window, there really wasn't just now!"

Zou Xiang was even more restless, trembling all over, "Is this implying us that this is the second day after getting the note..."

Song Xi comforted, "Calm down, all of you, anything strange can happen here."

"Yes, you are right, don't panic." Mao Qiang began to hypnotize himself, repeating over and over again.

On this side, Jiang Su didn't see anyone, so Song Xi touched the number on the glass with his hand.What is frightening is not the sudden appearance of the number 2, but the fact that the number is actually written on the inside of the glass instead of the outside.

While all of them were inside, "someone" had come in.

Now, even Song Xi's expression became serious, he couldn't continue to comfort Mao Qiang, he had to comfort himself first.

As the atmosphere condensed, something rolled across the ceiling above his head, like a hard spherical body.

That thing should be at Aunt Li's house.