Run with the ball in an escape game

A second slower and it will be torn into strips of meat!

Jing Huan roughly pulled Yi Miao, and then pulled off the oil lamp diagonally behind.

Strange to say, after he took it into his hands, the dim wick of the oil lamp suddenly brightened, and the flames filled the entire glass cover, and some even overflowed, leaving a bright shadow in the darkness.

The surrounding ghosts immediately retreated in fear and hid in the darkness.

"Ah! It's him!" Yi Miao cried out suddenly, pointing tremblingly at a shaking ghost in front of her.

The ghost figure was a bit plump, with its head hung on its neck so that it couldn't fall off. Except for its pale skin, the rest of its body had turned as sticky black as other ghosts.

It was the driver who died before.

Jing Huan warned: "If you bark again, you will be like him."

He lowered his head and glanced at the oil lamp in his hand. Although there was a big flame inexplicably, the lamp oil inside was consumed at a terrible speed, and it would soon be burned out.

With a "bang", both Yi Miao and Song Tong, who was secretly observing, were taken aback.Jing Huan actually threw the oil lamp in his hand directly, the oil lamp hit the cloth curtain and shattered, the flames inside immediately burst out.

The whole old house was a fire hazard. The flames grew rapidly as if a catalyst had been applied, and half of the room was on fire.

The ghosts were also afraid of the flames, screaming and backing away.

Jing Huan calmly said to the other two who were stunned: "You two find a place where the fire can't be burned and hide."

Song Tong immediately asked: "Boss, what about you!?"

Yi Miao felt guilty too: "...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. But I don't know what happened to me. I was scolding Bu Taiqing not long ago. I remembered! Then he sprayed a bunch of stinky powder on my face on, I lost consciousness."

Song Tong scolded immediately: "That guy is really a piece of trash!"

As a victim, Jing Huan didn't express much opinion on this. He lowered his head to glance at the black powder on the ground and the small porcelain bottle rolled down beside him.

He said to Yi Miao: "The things on the ground are still useful, you should know that."

Yi Miao was puzzled: "Ah? What do you know?"

Song Tong understood immediately, and said to Yi Miao, "You can pack these medicinal powders and send them back where they came from."

Yi Miao understood, this was really a cunning trick to use his own way to treat his own body.

Jing Huan nodded: "There is no need to meet and use it directly, just wait for a good time." After saying that, he turned around and left immediately, and the ghosts around him immediately followed, and he took them all away by himself.

Yi Miao watched his leaving back, and couldn't help but ask, "Is he really pregnant?"

Song Tong said angrily: "What? He was discriminated against because he was pregnant? What happened to a man's pregnancy? Just like homosexuality, it's all his own business. I don't think he will hurt anyone."

"Yes, I'm sorry. But I just feel that I have never seen such a powerful pregnant woman...husband."

"Why are you thinking so much? The fire is almost burning, so hurry up!"

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Jing Huan was running on the corridor, with a large group of ghosts behind him.Even in the face of such a life-and-death crisis, he didn't look flustered, and was terribly calm. He even planned his escape route very well.

He was never too far away from the fire, but once the situation became more urgent, he would rush into the fire, and ran past the flames in a thrilling and thrilling manner.

His strands of slightly long hair were soaked with sweat, his whole body was scorched by the flames, and even the scene in front of him began to distort.

Jing Huan was well aware of his physical condition, and when he ran to the third lap, taking advantage of the fact that most of the ghosts were thrown away behind him, he took the opportunity to get into a nearby house and quickly closed the door tightly.

Then, he met a pale and angry face, like a female grudge.

Ah, I didn't notice, I got into the back room.

Jing Huan blinked and greeted calmly: "Hi."

Ms. Cheng's lungs were about to explode, and her hair was blown up automatically in the absence of wind. She said angrily, "I asked you to find a way to deal with those two traitors! I didn't let you burn down my ancestral house!!!"

Jing Huan reasoned: "But, you told me yourself that what you want most now is for the ghosts and traitors to be wiped out, and then leave this place, um, to be wiped out."

Miss Cheng thinks about it, this is really what Jing Huan said after he found out about the maid's problem.

"But, I didn't talk about the house! This house has a history of a hundred years! Do you know how much it can sell for?!"

"This house? It's been in disrepair for a long time, the decorations are carved with ghosts and ghosts, Feng Shui is all upside down, or it's a haunted house where many people died. How much will it sell for? Will anyone buy it?" Jing Huan is like a ruthless real estate appraiser. .

Miss Cheng: "..." It seems that no one wants to give away this house... It's annoying, let's destroy it.

"Hehe, you are really the most daring person I have seen in all these years."

"Award."

"..." I didn't praise you!Miss Cheng's lungs were exploding again, and she finally calmed down when she saw this man leaning against the door and falling asleep!

The fire was burning outside, there were occasional howls and howls, and the room was windy... This man actually fell asleep, what a talent.

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After an unknown amount of time, there was a loud bang outside, Jing Huan's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.

"Um... what's wrong?"

He still spoke with a sleepy nasal voice, which was a bit cute, but Miss Cheng already knew the bad nature of this man.

"My house burned down!" She gritted her teeth and pushed open the door a little. There was a raging fire outside, and the main courtyard had completely turned into a sea of ​​flames. The entire cold courtyard was bright and warm now, and Miss Cheng was expressionless.

Jing Huan said: "Then when the fire is almost burned, we can go to the ruins to find the secret room. I hope it can be burned out directly to save trouble."

Miss Cheng: "..."

"Do you still have lamp oil? I need some to keep ghosts away." Jing Huan asked.

Anyway, the yard was almost burned, so it didn't matter if I sent some more things out. Miss Cheng threw a box of lamp oil in front of him.

Jing Huanyuan was going to continue to rest and wait for the fire to go out, but this game doesn't want him to pass the level just like this.The door was blasted open, and two maids walked in with gloomy faces.

"You, you dare to burn this place!"

They flashed two ghostly daggers in their hands and rushed straight up.

Miss Cheng ran away when she saw that something was wrong, leaving Jing Huan in the room.

This stupid NPC...

With a kick from Jing Huan's toe, a wooden stick on the ground flew up and he held it firmly in his hand.The maid's dagger stabbed towards him, but he directly pushed it away.

The attack of the maids was in vain, but two black shadows rushed in from the open door, cooperating with the two maids to attack.

One punch is hard to fight with four hands, and a broken wooden stick is no match for daggers and sharp teeth. The moment the wooden stick was cut off, Jing Huan passed through the enemy's gap with a movement that was so flexible that he didn't look like a pregnant woman. Towards the main room where there was still some embers of fire.

He can't wrestle with the enemy for too long. If the two maids are acting to split the player into two factions, then they will definitely continue to pretend in front of the player before they completely tear their faces.

In the ruins where the fire was extinguished, Bu Taiqing and others were searching for something, Song Tong and Yi Miao also mixed in, their purpose should also be the secret room, to find the contract book hidden in it and give it to the maid.

The role of the contract book. Miss Cheng explained to him in the room that the book can indeed control the ghosts in the house, but the method has been lost, and Miss Cheng herself does not know how to use it.But looking at the appearance of the two maids who are bound to win, they must know.

Let the two maids get the book, and the game is likely to fail.

Bu Taiqing, who was looking for the entrance of the secret room in the ruins, soon saw Jing Huan, and was shocked: "You, you are still alive!?"

Jing Huan raised his eyelids to look at him: "Otherwise? I should have been killed by you long ago?"

Bu Taiqing immediately shouted: "What do you mean I hurt you! You have been bewitched by the boss of this dungeon. If you don't die, others will die. You can only blame yourself."

Jing Huan glanced at him lazily, and said: "As maids living in the wing, and the courtyard has not been cleaned at all, you can judge for yourself whether these two maids are real or not."

Explaining this sentence was already a rare act of friendliness on his part. After saying this, he searched around and saw a place with a slightly smaller flame not far away, revealing a dark hole leading to the ground.

The two maids were in a hurry, and rushed forward pretendingly: "Guest, why don't you trust us? We didn't clean up the house, it was purely because of fear!"

Jing Huan didn't even give him a look, and walked straight to the entrance of the cave.

The maid's eyes darkened, and she almost couldn't hold back the expression on her face.But the act of attacking now will definitely make others suspicious, and if everyone else comes to fight against it, the situation will become extremely unfavorable.

The two looked anxious, and looked at Bu Taiqing and the others with red eyes: "You must stop him, if he destroys the contract, everything will be over!"

Bu Taiqing was eager to give him a legitimate reason to deal with Jing Huan, so he immediately patted his chest to promise, turned around and rushed towards Jing Huan with a kitchen knife he found somewhere.

"It's you who chose the wrong camp, so you can't blame me! If you want to survive in this game, you have to live and die. Go to hell!"

Jing Huan turned his head and saw the blade of the kitchen knife coming at him, completely losing his patience.

"roll."

He stepped forward with one leg, leaned over, the blade brushed against his back and fell, and he clenched his right fist and swung upwards fiercely.

A perfect Rising Dragon Fist hit Bu Taiqing's chin.

"Aww!!!" Bu Taiqing screamed, his jaw was knocked straight, and his already ugly face became even more distorted.

He held his chin and drooled in pain, and called others in a vague way: "Hurry up and stop him! He raised a ghost in his stomach and set fire to this place. How can it be a good thing!?"

Zhao Xinmeng and Song Jiankai hesitated for a while, and both raised a long wooden stick to join.After burning... Before he could rush out to attack, he was hit by a sap in the back of the head, and both of them fell to the ground.

Jing Huan raised his eyebrows and said, "Good job."

Bu Taiqing was drooling in shock, pointing at Yi Miao and Song Tong with trembling fingertips: "You guys... when are you guys!?"