"Mother, why does the cool breeze on the back of the neck come after another? Isn't there a wall behind? Without windows and vents, where does the cold wind come from?"
Subconsciously tightening his neck, the cold wind blows on the skull, and the chill seems to be able to penetrate into the bone marrow.
"How can the indoor temperature be so low?"
Staring at the white mist gas he exhaled, his pupils shrank to a single point.
The comedy on the screen progressed to the high-energy part, and there was a lot of joy and laughter. To be honest, if possible, I want to dive in and blend into the festive atmosphere.
It's a pity that it was a dream. The reality is that the temperature in the bedroom is inexplicably falling, and white mist is formed between the breathing. If it weren't for personal experience, how dare you believe it
"There must be something behind him. It is a blessing, not a curse, or a curse that cannot be avoided. Since I have come to the door, it is inevitable. Let me go!"
I kept cheering myself up, but my neck seemed to be frozen, and it was difficult to turn my head to look back. I slowly and exhausted all my strength to drive my neck to turn, turning it back at an extremely slow speed.
For some reason, the neck made a rusty bearing-like rubbing sound, which was extremely ear-piercing.
Finally, I completed my head-turning motion and looked at the sofa.
"call!"
The suffocated breath was vomited out.
Behind the sofa is the wall with oil paintings hanging. There is nothing intimidating. Besides, I don’t know if it is an illusion, I feel that the temperature seems to be back to normal. "
"Am I crazy
I kept asking myself these words from the bottom of my heart, turning my head back full of doubts.
"Ahhh...!"
There was a sudden scream, and I was hit by an irresistible sense of fear.
In that instant, the blood in his body almost froze, and he turned back.
"boom!"
The sofa was overturned and I smashed it heavily on the floor.
But even so, the wide-open eyes cannot be restored to their normal size. Because they stare too hard, there is pain in the corners of the eyes. I am afraid that the corners of the eyes are not torn? This is the real cracked eye!
Just in front of the wall-mounted display, a woman's head was floating.
If you read it right, it was one of the three previous dead women.
Half of the face of this person's head was rotten, and he was blowing his breath with his big, pitch-black, bottomless mouth, and the air flow was icy.
It was this woman's head that was blowing air-conditioning on the back of my neck!
Staring at the black that fell to the floor
Fat, I almost closed my breath in fright, but for some reason, I just couldn't faint.
"Jiandu, don't be afraid, I like you very much, I'm here to accompany you."
The floating woman's head stopped the blowing movement, and said this in an extremely exaggerated, extremely suffocating tone. The voice was like an arrow that could penetrate the human soul.
Following this, the woman's head slowly flew towards me.
"No, no, die, get out of here!"
I yelled in horror, rolling back and crawling, but when I reached the corner, there was no way to go back.
"Quack, Lang Jun, don't want to be a slave, the slave is the rarest of you."
The woman's head changed its name, but it still flew slowly, as if no one could stop her.
My blood pressure went up all at once, and there was a feeling in my heart that I was already at the critical value of being scared to death. Once I couldn't control my fear, I would be scared to death.
"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, they are all hallucinations, they are fake. I may still be dreaming. The situation in this dream looks the same as the real one, but the fake is the fake, and it can't be true."
My body control seems to be ineffective. I can’t simply "close my eyes and don’t look". I can only watch the terrifying half-corrupted woman's head float a little bit, the horror is in the stormy sea, if it’s not for self-pacification, it works. , I'm afraid it's already scared to death
For some reason, a strange idea popped up in my heart.
"Afraid of being a hairy? It's just a low-level Yin Ling. Lao Tzu will come one by one when I fight the Jun-level Yin Ling!"
"puff!"
I almost spit out: "What kind of weird idea is this? When is it, why do bragging ideas arise in my heart?"
It is strange to say that after such a psychological journey, the fear has been reduced by more than half.
Far away from death!
The instinct to control the body worked, and I stood up against the wall.
Looking ahead, staring at the woman's head that has been raised as I stand up.
"what?"
Suddenly the head stood still, looked at me with the evil eyes without pupils, and asked in a dark voice: "Jiang Du, are you afraid?"
With a cold smile, I said in a deep voice: "If you were afraid, would you get out of it?"
"Quack, of course not." The woman's head was very straightforward.
"Then what's the difference between I'm afraid or not? I want to open it. Whether it's alive or dead, I have to be a man. At least, I can't be scared to death by you."
Try to control the body without shaking
, Boldly reply.
"But the Slave family just wants to scare you to death. You are so uncooperative, the Slave family is very embarrassed."
The woman's head moved again, and she was floating in front of me. It was only one meter away from me. It was too clear to see. Her rotten face was dripping with black blood, and the remaining half of her face was as pale as paper and terrifying. .
"You and I have no grievances, why do you want to scare me to death? I asked myself that I have never harmed anyone, and I have lived a life with you. There are old sayings, and the debtor has the owner. Did you find the wrong target for revenge? what?"
I don't know why I calmed down. It's as if I have a steel bear bile. It's better that I have experienced enough of this situation in front of me, so my mental quality is excellent!
But the question is, I obviously don’t have a similar experience, so where does this mysterious and mysterious feeling come from
I don't want to understand, so don't think about it for now.
"Hey, what a courage, the slave family likes it, but unfortunately the slave family can't help it. After all, he came by order, so be considerate."
The woman said quietly.
My eyes just squinted.
"You said you came by order, who ordered it? Could it be...?"
A person's face flashed before my eyes.
It was a handsome but wicked face, very young, about twenty years old, with famous brands all over him, the most expensive kind.
It was the son of the major shareholder who was beaten by Jiang Zhao.
If you say who would treat me like this, I'm afraid it's not this kid who is most suspicious
"If I get entangled by evil spirits, what about Jiang Zhao?"
The thought that my wife who went to the night shift might encounter similar dangers made my heart hang high.
"It's impossible to tell who ordered the Nujia. What I can tell you is that tonight is just an appetizer. There are ten nights in total. Every night, the Nujia will come to see you for a date;
Scaring you to death is only the initial method. If you can’t be scared to death, then later, the slaves and other sisters will have to raise the level according to the drive’s will and directly claim your life;
Of course, that is a method that will only be used after three nights. You still have some time before that, so let's struggle slowly! Since I can't scare you tonight, the slave family will retire for the time being, Jiang Dulang, you and I will be there tomorrow night, giggle. "
With the harsh laughter, the woman's head flew back and merged into the screen playing a comedy, as if water melted into the sea without a trace.
The room temperature returned to normal in a short time.
(End of this chapter)