Women's Throne [Unlimited]

"Swish—"

The hourglass kept leaking down, and Bai Luo was soaked in blood, listening to the sound of the hourglass while counting the time silently.

After counting about [-] times, the bloody water in the barrel gradually became clear again.

At the same time, a sharp suona sound came from outside, exactly the same as what Bai Luo heard in the homestay that night!

Then, there was the sound of heavy and dull footsteps.

"Da da da--"

One sound, another sound, as if trying to crush a person's heart.

A huge black shadow stopped in front of Bai Luo's room door. Bai Luo held his breath for a moment and listened carefully to the movement outside.

No breathing sound, it's a ghost.

What the hell?Why is it here?Is it related to tonight's happy event?

Or, that ghost is the bridegroom of the happy event?

Bai Luo thought quickly, but the huge black shadow standing outside suddenly moved.

However, instead of pushing the door to come in, he continued to walk two rooms before stopping.

Bai Luo remembered that in that room, there was a man with a cut head who was unable to move freely due to fractures all over his body.

Suona's voice gradually became indistinct, and finally disappeared completely.

In the air, there was an eerie silence.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

There was an abrupt knock on the door, followed by a man's hoarse voice as if his throat had been choked by smoke.

"Is the bride there?" the man asked.

The air was silent and there was no response.

The inch-cut man was lying on the ground, staring at the door, not daring to move.

Because he couldn't move, he couldn't soak himself in the water of the wooden barrel, and his whole body was so shriveled that he didn't have any moisture at this moment.

His breath of life has become very weak, but even so, he doesn't want to die immediately!

His heart beat faster and faster.

He desperately held his breath, not letting his breath leak out.

However, the huge black shadow outside the room showed no intention of leaving.

"Is the bride not here?" The man asked hoarsely, without waiting for an answer, he answered to himself.

"Then I'll come in and look for it."

"boom--"

The door of the room was smashed suddenly, and then, a huge black shadow enveloped him. The pupils of the crop-headed man suddenly widened in horror, and his mouth was opened wide, but before he could cry out, his neck "clicked— —" It was broken with a sound!

The head, which was so shriveled that it could hardly bleed any blood, was thrown out forcefully, and hit the window with a "bang--".

Next, the limbs and torso.

The cruelty of the ghost groom was beyond imagination, and the sound of body collisions kept ringing out. In other rooms, the girl with dreadlocks was covering her mouth tightly, trying her best to restrain her grief.

The cripple and the others held their breaths and concentrated, not daring to make any noise, trying to reduce their sense of existence.

Bai Luo calmly analyzed the fighting power of the ghost groom outside, but since the crop-headed man had already lost his ability to move, it was difficult for Bai Luo to analyze too much useful information just like this when his neck was broken by the ghost groom.

The dull footsteps sounded again, and the suona's voice sounded again.

Everyone was worried that the ghost bridegroom would come to the door of their own house, but fortunately, the ghost groom did not knock on anyone's house, but left with heavy footsteps.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Bai Luo turned his head to stare at the hourglass next to the barrel, frowning slightly.

The hourglass that had just drained the sand was turned upside down when the ghost groom left.

The sand in the hourglass leaked again, Bai Luo stood up from the barrel while counting the time silently, and put on his clothes.

The dryness in the air seemed to disappear, and he didn't have to stay in the water all the time.

The yard outside was very quiet, and there seemed to be nothing strange about it.

Bai Luo walked to the door and gently opened the door a crack.

That's fine, nothing out of the ordinary.

So Bai Luo opened the door a little more, and then threw the statue's head out.

The statue's head turned around on the ground several times, then stopped, and its face happened to be facing Bai Luo.

The unformed facial features were slightly distorted, as if to express their dissatisfaction.

The junior high school student in another room who heard the movement had black lines all over his face.

Did he really do nothing wrong in giving the statue's head to Bai Luo for safekeeping?

Bai Luocai didn't care what the junior high school student thought, but just carefully observed the movement in the yard.

The statue's head had been thrown out for quite a while, but the yard was still calm, and the ghost groom did not return.

After confirming that the risk factor was low, Bai Luo fully opened the door, then went out and picked up the head of the god statue.

The others stayed in the house for a while, and seeing that Bai Luo was in no danger staying in the yard, they all opened the door and walked out.

As soon as the dreadlocked girl came out, she ran towards the inch-cut man's room.

The door of the inch-cut man's room was wide open, and the torn limbs were scattered all over the place, in a terrible state of death.

The woman with dirty braids couldn't enter the room of the man with a haircut, so she could only sit on her knees at the door, crying bitterly.

No one went up to comfort her. In such a place, dead people are the most normal thing.

The lame man and others all ran to the gate of the yard, but when they got there, they realized that they couldn't get out.

"Should we wait here until dawn before leaving?" the middle-aged woman asked weakly.

"Dawn doesn't come until five o'clock here, and it should be midnight when the ghost bridegroom arrives. We have to wait at least four more hours..."

The lame man's tone was not optimistic. No one knew that during the four hours trapped here, the ghost groom would not turn back again.

Whether they can live until dawn is completely unknown.

"We still have to find a way to get out of here, let's find out if there is another exit here." The lame man said.

When the middle-aged woman heard the words, she immediately obediently searched for other exits.

"Xiao Luo, I found this in my room..."

On the other side, Kang Yao pulled Bai Luo to a corner, and then secretly stuffed something into Bai Luo's hand.

Bai Luo looked down, and in his palm was a piece of white little finger bone.

"Xiao Luo, look at this finger bone, does it look like..."

Kang Yao didn't finish his sentence, but Bai Luo already knew what he wanted to say.

Bai Luo took the finger bones and walked to the gate of the courtyard.

While the lame man and others were looking for an exit elsewhere, Bai Luo waved to the female ghost guarding outside.

The female ghost floated over immediately, but she was still blocked from the door and couldn't get in.

Bai Luo signaled the female ghost to raise her hand, then took out the little finger bone, and gestured at the female ghost's little finger through the transparent barrier.

Seeing the little finger, the female ghost's expression immediately changed. She raised her hand, and slowly stretched out another white hand bone, which stuck to the transparent barrier, perfectly joining with the little finger bone in Bai Luo's hand. !

The little finger bone that Kang Yao was looking for turned out to be the severed finger of the female ghost sister!

"elder sister……"

The female ghost seemed to remember something, and hurriedly reminded Bai Luo: "The room...the room..."

"Xin... Lang... is... dying..."

"No... no... dying..."

"What does this mean? What is dying and not dying?" Kang Yao didn't understand, and wanted to ask clearly, but the surrounding air suddenly became extremely dry again.

In just a few seconds, his skin was so dry that it was about to peel off.

"Come into the house!"

Bai Luo pulled Kang Yao and ran into the house.

The two entered their own rooms respectively, then took off their clothes, and immediately jumped into the barrel.

Some of the water in the wooden barrel was splashed out, Bai Luo lowered his head slightly, picked up a puddle of water, and poured it on his face, the warm water wet the skin, and the dry feeling gradually eased. Afterwards, the clear water in the wooden barrel began to slowly turn into bloody water again.

Just when Bai Luo was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, "Plop—" there was another sound of an object falling into the water.

The god's head was consciously covered with a red hijab, floating on the bloody water, and then swaying along with the waves of the bloody water, it swayed close to Bai Luo's porcelain-white skin.

Bai Luo: "..."

What bad thoughts can a god like head have?

It's just a rock.