The lights came on, and a person, a woman, or a little girl appeared at the end of the corridor.
She was wearing a white pajamas, about 1.4 meters tall, standing barefoot on the ground, her hands hanging down, red nail polish, her head lowered, her waist-length hair covering her face, leaving only the middle A gap revealed a pale face.
The moment Zhang Feng saw her, all the hairs on Zhang Feng's whole body exploded, and a sense of horror that he had never felt before swept through his whole body, causing a layer of goose bumps.
The Great Master is also the first time hell!
"Are you a man or a ghost?"
Zhang Feng asked aloud for the second time, suppressing fear, and ran away without turning around.
The wizards controlling the puppets all appeared, and ghosts appear, which is not surprising, but anyone has a natural fear of ghosts, and Zhang Feng is no exception.
"Giggle..." A chuckle came from the little girl at the end of the corridor. She was laughing, her body was shaking slightly, but she still didn't raise her head.
"why are you laughing?"
Zhang Feng asked, tensing his nerves and preparing for sudden events. Whenever there is a turmoil, he will use the Ye Feng Jueying Body Technique and escape.
"Laughing?"
The little girl said, her voice was very nice, the silver bells were generally crisp and euphemistic, but the inexplicable echo was extremely frightening.
After swallowing his saliva, Zhang Feng forcedly endured and asked: "Yes, why are you laughing?"
"Yeah, why am I laughing?"
The little girl's voice is Chinese with a mellow accent.
The echo is annoying.
Zhang Feng stared at her, stepped forward, patiently asked in a soft tone: "Little sister, there is a problem with this building, but I can't find the source of the problem, can you tell me?"
"A problem?"
The little girl's head moved slightly, but she still didn't lift it up.
After waiting for a long time, she continued to say: "Because the source of the problem is me!"
Raising his head fiercely, his long hair flew up to the sides, revealing a pale paper face, her face looks like a little beauty, with delicate features like ice sculptures. If only this is the case, Zhang Feng will immediately move forward. , Melt her with his full fatherly love.
However, her eyes were blood-red and blood-red, and she couldn't distinguish the pupils from the whites of her eyes. Everything was blood-red.
Zhang Feng shuddered sharply when he saw her eyes, and took a step back.
"Aren't you running?"
The little girl asked aloud, her red eyes staring at Zhang Feng all the time.
"are you sick?"
Very scared, but Zhang Feng still suppressed the urge to escape and asked out loud, "I am a doctor, a Chinese medicine doctor, and I can help you with treatment."
Red eye may be an eye disease.
The little girl was visibly taken aback, staring at Zhang Feng, and took a step, step after step, without a sound, her movements were light, as if she was floating.
As she approached, Zhang Feng felt the chill again, getting colder and colder, as if walking into a cave, the deeper, the colder.
"Others are afraid of me, aren't you afraid?"
The little girl asked as she walked.
Fear, of course!
Zhang Feng wanted to shout out, but his strong willpower prevented him from doing so, but instead he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"You are a human, I can tell, so your eyes are sick, right?" The voice softened.
"..."
The little girl stopped, her head slightly tilted aside, and she was as cute as an ordinary little girl with a puzzled expression.
It was those blood-red eyes, extremely horrified.
"I'm right, am I?"
Zhang Feng smiled more and more kindly, stepped forward, endured the pain, raised his arm, and touched the little girl's head, messing up her hair.
The little girl raised her head, blinked, her blood-red eyes scanned Zhang Feng's face, and suddenly said, "Dad?"
In an instant, all the fear in Zhang Feng's heart flew away. What about ghosts, even if the little girl in front of him is really a ghost, he would call her father for life, and I would recognize this daughter.
"Eh, good girl!"
Zhang Feng squatted in front of the little girl and gently helped her tidy her hair.
The little girl did not resist, but stared at Zhang Feng blankly. Zhang Feng moved softly to help her tidy her hair and clothes.
Across her pajamas, Zhang Feng could feel her extremely cold body. Upon closer inspection, he could find that there was air-conditioning hanging from under her pajamas skirt.
It really looks like a ghost!
"You are not a father." The little girl shook her head, pushed Zhang Feng's hand away, turned around, and walked towards the end of the corridor, "Don't come here, Dad said, if someone you don't know approaches, kill him!"
The air-conditioning swish soaring, making people sway.
Zhang Feng squinted his eyes and looked at the room at the end of the corridor.
He groaned, and he stepped forward to keep up with the little girl's.
"I will be your godfather, okay, you will be my goddaughter, and I have two goddaughters, both of whom are in elementary school, about the same height as you.
It's just like chatting with children, with a particularly gentle tone.
Zhang Feng really has no resistance to children, especially the pretty little girl. When he sees it, he can't wait to hold it in his arms and imagine it as his own child.
Unfortunately, Ye Qingxuan only came to her aunt two days ago and was not pregnant.
"Godfather?"
The little girl stopped and looked back at Zhang Feng.
"Eh!" Zhang Feng squatted down happily, stretched his arms under the little girl's ribs, picked her up, used it in his arms, and enjoyed the warmth brought by the child to his heart's content.
It was like holding a piece of ice, and it was cool, but Zhang Feng didn't care.
The little girl did not respond in a daze, and for a while, she asked, "What is the godfather?"
Zhang Feng replied with satisfaction: "Of course it is what Dad meant, but it is the kind that is not related by blood. It is a fuck-in-law. Do you know what it is? That's..."
Explain that the level of patience is comparable to that of a kindergarten teacher teaching children to paint.
The little girl was in Zhang Feng's arms, tilted her head to look at him, and slowly raised her hand, her fingertips were blood-red, eye-catching and frightening.
Zhang Feng didn't move, letting the little girl touch her face with her hand.
"I don't hate you, I can let you be my godfather." The little girl said flatly and without mood swings, her cold little hand continued to stroke Zhang Feng's face, "Your face is very hot."
"Daughter!" Zhang Feng yelled happily, and took the opportunity to ask the little girl's name and why her body temperature was so low.
The little girl was in a strange state, as if she had no emotions.
"I don't know, I can't remember."
There seemed to be something wrong with her memory, no matter what Zhang Feng asked, she always answered this.
"Then who is your father?" Zhang Feng thought for a while and asked again.
The little girl reacted very slowly. After more than ten seconds, she pointed her little finger to the innermost room and said, "There are photos."
Zhang Feng walked over without hesitation, and when he reached the door, when he looked inside, the hair on the back of his head exploded.
I saw that the office was like a laboratory. There were many glass cylinders on the metal shelves around the office. There were water in it, and various organs in the water...
(End of this chapter)