Chapter 168: The Fright of the Ancient House (1/3)
With a bang, the door was closed tightly, and a gust of cold wind surged into my heart, and I suddenly felt that everything was bleak.
"Wow, what, what's the matter?"
The foot of the person following the back of the team slipped. This time it was a real step. Just about to stand firm, he suddenly felt something pulling on his ankle. With a snap, the powerful force directly slammed it. A male classmate was dragged to the ground.
At the same time as he fell to the ground, the hand-like thing that bound his ankle disappeared without a trace, but this time the feeling was particularly real, as if someone actually held his foot and tripped him.
Of course, Mo Yazi sitting by the window alone feels so boring, since these people have broken in, let them have fun with them.
Therefore, the student who just followed the team at the back did not feel like he was tripped by a hand holding his ankle, but a hand was actually skinned.
This skin is not a joke. It frightened this person. He rushed out and swayed into the group of people in front of him. No matter how much he could do anything about it, I was so scared.
"do what!"
Han Feng opened his mouth again and scolded, is he really afraid that he won't be exposed
In fact, Han Feng is also a little dumbfounded now. This villa is indeed a bit weird, and it always feels oozing, the kind of oozing feeling exuding from his bones.
If it were normal, he would have noticed it a long time ago. How could the other party still be unaware of their noise? Is listening so bad? Obviously it is impossible.
But now Han Feng can't notice it either.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, just had something to do = grabbed my foot." The male student's voice was a little trembling, and there was a cold breath in his throat, and he couldn't help trembling all over his body, "Haunted," It must be haunted. This is undoubtedly a ghost house."
"Nonsense."
"No, no, brother Feng, I'm sure, I'm really sure, I'm so scared, I'm going home, I'm looking for my mother."
As a result, Han Feng couldn't help but retreat in his heart, swallowing his saliva and then said: "Since, since you are so scared, why don't we go first and take you back to find your mother."
go
This is a joke there, now that he is here, how can he leave so quickly
especially
Mo Yazi hasn't gotten enough, and he hasn't relieved his boredom, so stay here!
When the door was just about to open, another classmate spoke again: "You, do you hear any noise?"
"what sound?"
"I can't hear you."
"Wait, I really want to hear a woman singing?"
"No, I clearly heard the child crying."
The more I talked, the more I got scared, a gust of wind rose out of thin air in a room with closed windows and doors. The wind was cold, not cold.
This is not a concept. The weather is low and the blowing wind will be very cold. I want people to put on clothes, but the wind is not cold, but cool.
The cold is not physical cold, but the cold in the heart, and the cold can not be blocked by wearing a few more clothes.
"Where there are women's singing and children's crying, you are all talking nonsense." Han Feng panicked, panicked completely.
Because in the whole room, except that he couldn't hear, everyone said that they could hear singing and crying. Isn't this a joke
Could it be that this group of people had made an appointment to prank him, so he couldn't hear it.
The more you get to this time, the more unusual people feel scared. If you can hear singing or crying along the way, they are scared, but they are scared together.
But it's better now. Han Feng alone can't hear anything. He can only rely on guessing. This is the most terrifying thing. You don't know what you are afraid of. Think about it if it is terrible.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, I heard footsteps and breathing."
"I'm so scared. I want to go home. I want to find my mother. I want to change my pants."
It's the same as who doesn't want to change pants, what a luxurious wish.
Han Feng looked at these shamelessly crying big men, and sipped: "Why cry, why don't you smash the glass quickly, this is the second floor, it's not very high to the ground, jump down."
Han Feng was scared, he was really scared.
He didn't dare to open the door and walk indoors, so he had no choice but to make a bad move.
"Brother Feng, there seems to be a baseball bat in the corner."
Han Feng looked down, and as expected, a baseball bat was placed under the window. He hurried forward and bent down to pick up the baseball bat, but suddenly found that the baseball bat was tied to a heavy block.
Stone, where can this be waved, he hurried to solve the stone.
Unexpectedly, the rope buckle is quite strong, not easy to untie.
"Don't worry, let's break the glass in a while." Han Feng said. The large glass here is made of tempered glass, and each tool is really difficult to break.
"Feng, Feng, Brother Feng—"
The people behind him stumbled and stumbled, and the air suddenly became deadly silent.
"What's the matter? Just let it go." Han Feng stuck his head and concentrated on untying the rope tied to the baseball bat and the big rock.
"Window, there is someone outside the window."
As soon as he heard this, chills rushed into Han Feng's heart, his body immediately stiffened, and he dared not even move, maintaining a posture of bending over and unbuckling, like time freezes.
The room became extremely quiet, no one dared to speak, no one dared to speak out, and even heard each other's rough breathing and crazy heartbeats.
"Window, outside the window?"
Han Feng slowly raised his head. What caught his eye was a white skirt. The skirt was very long. It was suspended on the balcony outside the window. It was opposite Han Feng. This was a big jump. He carried the baseball bat with the big rock. Stepped back a few steps.
Having settled down, Han Feng once again plucked up the courage and boldly raised his head and looked out the window.
"Huh, I'm scared to death, you bastards, where are people, it's just a skirt hanging on the balcony."
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He was really scared to death by this group of counselors. It was just a long skirt, which was blown and fluttered by the evening breeze, but was mistakenly recognized as an adult.
"It's still a human, don't look at it, you don't even have a head, and your heads are also lost, right?"
After all, it is true that Han Feng's crotch feels a little cool.
Pee? How could it be so scary.
"Feng, Brother Feng, you have blood in your urine?" Someone suddenly said, and the blood flowed out along the leg of Han Feng's trousers.
Han Feng suddenly looked down, and sure enough blood was flowing down his trouser legs.
"You hold my head, of course you don't think I'm human anymore."
This voice actually rang from Han Feng's hand, and everyone quickly looked over.
I saw that the other end of the rope tied to the baseball bat was still a big rock. It was clearly a human head with long hair and blood flowing!
(End of this chapter)