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Song Mingkong was extremely fast, and he was in front of the red ghost in the blink of an eye.It was only because it was short, in stark contrast to Ghosting's height, that it landed on Ghosting's waist for a while.

"Where did you come from, look clearly, I'm not your mother, so I don't have any milk for you~" Ghosting smiled softly, but the position of the side waist suddenly sank, as if a red dress appeared out of thin air. A fist-sized vortex.

The sound of twisting and rubbing flesh and bones is creepy.

The next second, a white and greasy tentacle suddenly rushed out of the vortex. At the top of the tentacle was a mouth covered in lipstick and full of sharp teeth. It opened wide and bit Song Mingkong fiercely.

"Wow!"

Song Mingkong became even more excited. He saw that it grabbed the ghost's dress with both hands and swung it with strength, and instantly threw itself away. After avoiding the tentacle in mid-air, it twisted its body and turned around at an incredible angle. Once it fell on the shoulders of Ghost Shadow.

"Haha!" It clapped its hands happily, and with every movement it made, countless silver threads were pulled out between its two tender palms.

One hand patted Ghost Shadow's shoulder with the back of his palm, and the silk thread stuck to it, and quickly got under the clothes.

This is Song Mingkong's ability - string control.

As a BJD doll that is extremely sensitive to ghost aura, it can see where the opponent's breath is weak. As long as these silk threads are planted in the opponent's body, Song Yu, the master, can use the silk threads to control the opponent.

In just half a second, Song Mingkong changed positions again, appearing on the other side of the ghost image like a nimble little monkey, but this time he reached out and patted its chest.

The silver thread submerged again.

Song Mingkong changed places for the third time. It slid down the side of the ghost shadow, laughing "giggle" all the way, and raised his hand again when it passed the ghost shadow's abdomen.

"Puff" and "Puff", several tentacles came out of the ghost almost at the same time. The tentacles exerted force suddenly, and the ghost immediately jumped up, disappeared from the spot, and jumped up to the ceiling like a spider. hanging.

Song Mingkong was a little dumbfounded for being so lost.Grabbing the silk thread hanging from Ghost Shadow's body with one hand and swaying in the air, Song Mingkong tilted his head, "Huh?"

"Little ghost, no one taught you to be respectful when treating women, don't touch your hands, even if you are a girl." Turning his head 360 degrees, the ghost stared at the person and baby on the ground gloomily, stretched out Tongue licked his lips, "Interesting."

There were a few more sounds of flesh being ripped apart, and more tentacles emerged from the ghost's body, one of which was still biting the broken silver thread in its mouth, and the others surrounded the still connected silver thread like giant snakes. In the middle, go straight to Song Mingkong from different directions.

"Ah!" Song Mingkong was not afraid at all, but his fighting spirit was even stronger.

However, these tentacles just swayed for a while. They completely ignored Song Mingkong, and suddenly changed direction halfway to attack Song Yu.

"It's the father's fault if the son doesn't teach, so it's better to kill you first!" Ghost Ying said with a smile, "Anyway, men don't have a good thing!"

It's a pity that Song Yu has never been the kind of war slag who relies entirely on props. The sudden and fierce tentacles came, but he had already expected them, so he quickly retreated to the side without thinking, and then without hesitation The ground is short and falls over and rolls!

Bang bang bang bang, several tentacles almost followed Song Yu's trajectory and pierced into the wall and the wooden door of the toilet cubicle one after another, bricks, stones, sawdust and sparks splashed everywhere.

Taking advantage of this gap, Song Yu turned around with one hand propped up, and grabbed the void with the other hand, grabbing out a machete that didn't match his temperament.

The knife flashed.

The tentacles that hadn't had time to be pulled out of the wall snapped, and several shrill howls came out from the crack at the same time.

"As a ghost, you really talk too much." Song Yu stood up, adjusted his glasses, and said flatly.

A few minutes later, Song Yu stood among the pieces of flesh and blood on the ground, holding Song Mingkong's collar with one hand to prevent it from jumping on the ghost that had been evenly divided into several pieces.

In the confrontation just now, Song Mingkong was hit by one of the tentacles of the ghost, and fell into the dirty yellow urinal. It was shocked and angry beyond belief, and its combat power soared after crawling out.

"Hey, I still have clothes, I'll get you new ones later." Song Yuwen said, rubbing his palm against the blade, and a blood line appeared immediately, "Drink, anyway, the clothes will be dirty after drinking, Do not be angry."

Song Mingkong needs to be fed with blood. When he is free, he drinks a small bowl every day, and it doubles after the battle.And if the owner forgets to feed it one day, or does not feed it enough, the identities of the player and the item will be exchanged immediately.Players become its props.

"Ahhh!" Song Mingkong was still furious, he punched and kicked at the remnant of the ghost shadow, and when he realized that Song Yu really didn't intend to let go of him, he turned his head and looked at him angrily.

"Don't drink?" Song Yu was helpless, and simply covered her face with his hands, "If you don't drink, you have to drink, there is no negotiation."

Song Mingkong: "..."

Taking advantage of Song Mingkong's retaliatory drink of blood, Song Yu looked around again, feeling something was wrong.

Although everything happened very suddenly, one second I was still in the coffee shop preparing to stop the man who was about to leave, and the next second I was already here, and after meeting the female ghost, I didn't have time to say anything and opened it directly, but The moment he realized the situation, he vaguely saw another person beside him.

No...it should be said to be a ghost.

Because Song Mingkong also looked in another direction before pounced on the female ghost, but it judged that the ghost was not threatening, so it temporarily let it go.

But now... that ghost has disappeared.

Frowning slightly, amidst the unbearable smell of blood, a card on the ground suddenly fell into Song Yu's sight.He leaned over to pick it up, "This is..."

This is a small yellow card.

It's really the yellow kind.

And if I remember correctly, it fell out of his pocket when he dodged to avoid the tentacle attack just now.

Song Yu's expression became a little weird, and he quickly covered Song Mingkong's curious face again.

"Ah!" Song Mingkong was angry again.

Song Yu was unmoved, but examined it carefully.

On the left side of the card with white letters on a red background is a photo of a woman with revealing clothes and a charming face—she is obviously quite similar to the murdered female ghost in red, and it is almost certain that they are the same person, while on the right side of the card It is a few lines of exaggerated fonts:

Indulgence Paradise, No. 101, Fengshulin Street, Xiangyang District, Jiuquan City, 0074-74747xxx.

Indulge yourself, waiting for you tonight.

"This article...it can't be said to be good or bad. Although there are reversals, it is still quite average overall."

"Hey, are you serious?"

"Why are you laughing, and what do you mean by laughing? Don't you think this is well written?"

"That's not true. I just thought someone was shivering while watching and covering his eyes with his hands."

"Really! Who is it, who is so timid?"

"...what do you say?"

"Well, it's not me anyway. Besides, my fear has nothing to do with whether it's well written or not. I generally mean that it's not well conceived!"

"I seem to hear someone admitting that he is scared, do you hear that?"

"...Hey!!! Why are you so boring!"

"Yeah, aren't you bored?"

"Of course not! Will it be boring to read horror novels? If so, then you can read a few more. These are all yours!"

"Ah, forget it, let's talk about its conception. You come first?"

"Obviously, the real ghost is the woman in red. The way she selects victims is to send out cards for fishing. Whoever accepts her small yellow card will be targeted by her. So Qian Er was in a situation where he didn't realize it. It’s a trick, it’s not mentioned in the text, but it can be inferred from the back that a small card fell out of Qian Er’s pocket when he died.”

"And his dog."

"That's right, the ghost has already followed Qian Er home, that's why the dog at home keeps barking—wait, do you know that dogs can see ghosts?"

"I also know that people can see ghosts after wiping the cow's tears."

"Okay. But there is one thing that doesn't make sense. Why did the female ghost kill the owner of the pancake stand first?"

"I'm also very confused. If it wasn't that the boss accepted the card before Qian Er, or the author wanted to reverse the plot later, readers thought the ghost was the boss, but in fact it wasn't—the boss was a good ghost."

"He knew that Qian Er was the next target of the female ghost, so he kept trying to remind Qian Er. But because he was strangled to death, maybe his throat was cut, so he couldn't utter a complete sentence."

"Then when he was in the car, what he wanted to say to Qian Er was something like 'the real ghost wants to kill you, if you can't run, you will die'? Isn't this nonsense?"

"Who said it wasn't. That's why this article is written in a rather ordinary way. It's a bit of a mystery here, which makes the subsequent reversal very blunt. When a normal person is being chased by a ghost, he still thinks that the ghost may not be a good ghost." , it didn't want to harm me but came to help me, I should stop and listen carefully to what it is saying? As for Qian Er, he thought he was going home, but in fact he ran into the toilet and ran into the female ghost's lair , This design is even more old-fashioned, nine out of ten ghost films do this, and the screenwriter of the remaining one is just a little pursuing."

"So your rating for this story is still 'average'? Do you think there are worse ones?"

"Of course. It's much better than those "it turned out to be a dream and I was touched after waking up" and "it's not a ghost but an alien" just now. Oh yes, and those who are in love, The ghosts only appear at the beginning and the end, in order for the two protagonists to know each other and fall in love with each other."

"That's true...then do you think this article needs to be revised?"

"Are you kidding, it's already written, why should we touch a finished article?!"

"I thought you would be interested in changing the ending or something...Okay, then let's move on to the next one. Oh, this one seems to be pretty good. It's said to be the author's famous work."

"Really, I don't believe it."

"Let's just believe it for now. Let me take a look... Uh, this article is called "Kill Me to Add Fun to the New Couple."

"Sounds weird."

The discussion fell silent, and then, a very slight and short "click" sounded in the dark room, and a certain place lit up.