Chapter 102 Yingluo is back

Canghai suddenly felt unprecedented horror. If he lost a piece of clothing, or a pair of pants, or even a pair of socks, he wouldn't be so afraid.

You say you're not superstitious, but once you encounter something like this, you will also murmur in your heart.

What is a shoe? In addition to being a tool to protect your feet, it is also a homonym for "evil".

A succession of disappearances took place in this lodge - disappearances, not thefts, of course, have you ever seen such a bell-and-whistle thief stealing useless things?

So, the people who watch me at night...... Is it a ghost? Not a human?

Who the hell is it? What the hell is going on?

Canghai hung his big frightened sleeves and retreated step by step. In a gloomy room where the setting sun no longer visits, you find that you have lost a shoe. In a cold, frightening house caused by insufficient light, you lose a shoe. The sassy cheers of the four fields set off the dead silence here, and even the yin wind hides in the room, and any silhouette looks like a disguised ghost. The copper kettle drips with a very regular oozing and ticking sound, which is so accurate that it makes people's scalp tingle.

His limbs were cold and he stepped back step by step. I don't know how many steps back Lu Dao has. Fear Saga didn't give him the courage to escape, and a sigh would trigger a battle between thousands of ghosts. He stepped back. If I were to tell the truth of the matter now, I would be willing to sacrifice my happiness and die alone with Rong Chengche. He stepped back.

suddenly

A blunt object pressed against his lower back.

Cold sweat suddenly trickled down.

A ghost

A ghost caught me with a huge gecko-like sucker

He could feel the angular, round, blunt tip pressing against his waist

Canghai stabilized his mind and slowly turned back. His shoulders and head could no longer move, and he could only twist his waist backwards. The waist that is absorbed by the ghost disk.

"Ahh

Canghai snorted secretly. The whole body stiffened and slowly turned around, staring at the ghost behind him for a cup of tea, and suddenly propped up on the case. The angular and blunt corner of the table was pointing at his navel in a dignified manner.

Call. Canghai wiped his sweat. Suddenly, he crossed his waist and laughed silently, took a step back, pointed at the murderous god and grimaced, punched and stretched his legs out of thin air for a while, and then folded his arms and mightily once, removed the corner of the case, and sat down.

Will Hengchuan be so bored and take one of my shoes to scare me? Will Dabai take one of my shoes and stand on my chest to show it off to me? Or Rong Chengche? Why would he do this? He should have a better way to bully me.

Canghai has to admit that some of the methods of the divine doctor are indeed wonderful.

He looked into the bed again. There was indeed only one shoe under the bed. Hey, wait. Canghai looked at the bed, looked back at the table, looked at the bed again, and looked down at the table legs.

The eyes that emitted soft light in the dark suddenly brightened, and he looked up and looked at it, and his expression changed from surprise to surprise. His eyes rolled a few times, and then he suddenly sank his shoulders and fell into deep thought.

It didn't take long for me to feel a fresh breeze in the room, and I saw a person standing still in the hall, carrying a suitcase and carrying his hands behind his back. The hoarse voice laughed softly: "What are you playing alone? The lights are not lit, and I almost can't find a place to stay." ”

“...... Not. ”

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Chapter 102 Yingluo is back