N ̖G'|q Èa& &oA N 9 , e N C % k y Z Zhou Hao was still lying on the original bed, and sat up suddenly, sweating profusely, and his whole body was cold.

Turning his head to look around his bedroom, he realized that he had never gone out at all, what was the scene just now?

Is it just a nightmare?

But if it was a dream, it was too real.

Zhou Hao touched his neck, and it seemed that he could still feel the cold and piercing feeling of the pale hand sticking out from the broken TV screen touching his neck, which made people feel cold and creepy.

Zhou Hao gasped vigorously to calm down his panic, but when his hands touched his neck, he found that his neck was full of water, and then, his eyes slowly fell to his bed, and found that the bed had already been covered with water. Drops of water dripped from the top of his head and onto his cheeks, some of which fell to the floor, and a pair of bare feet stood on the floor, walking slowly.

The moonlight outside the window shone in, and in front of Zhou Hao, a woman who was dripping water all over her body stood in front of her bed and slowly walked towards him.

"Ah............ Ah............h

Zhou Hao opened his mouth wide, he could only make a voice of unknown meaning, watching this scene happen in front of him, as a supernatural player in the oriental supernatural space, he was confident that he could take action and beat the damn ghost in front of him, but fear seemed to have taken control of his body at this moment, he was so nervous that he couldn't even control his body, and he couldn't move. The next moment, the female ghost who was slowly approaching in front of her stretched out her pale hands and let out a terrifying roar, and pounced on Zhou Hao, letting out a frightened scream.

"Ah............h

Zhou Hao sat up from the bed again, panting vigorously, twisting his neck like a robot, and found that he was still on the bed.

Hurriedly touched his neck and the sheets under his body were extremely dry, without any traces of water, could it be that he was dreaming just now?

Nightmare after nightmare?

What the hell is going on?

Zhou Hao's face was distorted and struggling, what was happening in front of him had made him gradually unclear what was reality and what was a nightmare, and the nightmares from layer to layer made him feel creepy.

"No, no, this must be the ghost of Han Ting in the Oriental Mutant Spirit Space Curse Apartment, I want to get up and see what the situation is between Sword Immortal Yilin and Dongfang Wan'er?

Zhou Hao got up from the bed with a thud, moved his body, and without the uncontrollable fear of the nightmare just now, he pushed open the door and rushed to the respective rooms of Sword Immortal Yilin and Dongfang Wan'er, and kicked the door open.

Finding that Sword Immortal Yilin and Dongfang Wan'er were still sleeping soundly, they hurriedly stepped forward and pulled open the quilt all of a sudden, and their eyes shrank violently.

There was only one head left in the bed, and the lower body was covered with water, and he lost his body.

Sword Immortal Yilin has been killed by a powerful ghost in his sleep?

Zhou Jie was cold, hurriedly ran to Dongfang Wan'er's room, kicked open the door, and pulled the nest open again, Dongfang Wan'er was like Sword Immortal Yilin, and only one forehead remained.

Zhou Hao was so frightened that he sat on the ground and looked at Dongfang Wan'er who only had her head left on the bed. Creepy, his hands tightly covered his head, and he cried out heartbreakingly

"What the hell is going on?" What the hell is going on? How could Sword Immortal Yilin and Dongfang Wan'er die for no reason? What the hell is going on? ”

Just as Zhou Hao was almost hysterically roaring, he saw a creaking sound from Dongfang Wan'er's bed, which was like something chewing food.

Zhou Hao slowly raised his head, only to see Dongfang Wan'er's skull, which was originally closed on the bed, his eyes opened suddenly, and his mouth made a creaking sound, and the whole head jumped up from the bed as if it had been subjected to a huge force, opened its bloody mouth and bit Zhou Hao's neck...

"No ........................"

Zhou Hao let out a miserable wail, woke up from the bed again with a bang, panting vigorously, cold all over his body, he turned his head like a robot and looked around, he was still in the room, everything that happened just now turned out to be a dream?

Could it be that everything that just happened was a nightmare?

"Impossible, impossible, what the hell is going on?"

"What is true and what is false, what is true and what is false?"

Zhou Hao couldn't tell the truth from the fake at all, he grabbed his head frantically, his fingers pierced deeply into the face gorge, grabbed out the blood hatred, and the piercing pain told him that this was the reality in front of him, but Zhou Hao couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, and there were drops of water on his forehead, and there was a ticking sound of water droplets.

Zhou Jie slowly raised her head, but saw a female ghost with a hideous face and a pale face standing in the void above the ceiling, and water continued to flow down her body, dripping onto Zhou Hao's face, but Zhou Jie did not have any sense of fear, and her expression became crazy

"Dreaming, dreaming, I know, this must be another dream, damn it. It's all fake, it's all fake"

"I won't play, I'll stop playing, this oriental mutant supernatural space curses the apartment, can't Lao Tzu stop playing?"

"Fake, fake, all fake, everything is fake"

Zhou Hao roared hysterically, stood up suddenly, stumbled to the edge of the window, smashed the glass with a punch, picked up a piece of broken glass, and turned his head to look at the water ghost road covered with water droplets around the Oriental Spirit Space Curse Apartment on the ceiling

"You're ruthless, you're ruthless, I'm not playing, don't think you can scare, I'm not afraid of you!"

After speaking, Zhou Hao directly stabbed the glass deeply into his neck, the glass was pulled out violently, and the red blood gushed out like a fountain, Zhou Hao's body fell to the ground with a thud, but the corners of his mouth showed a relieved smile.

"The Oriental Supernatural Space Curse Apartment is ruthless, Lao Tzu won't play!"

"Zhou Hao committed suicide ......"

The next morning, Chen Yi and Dongfang Wan'er, who went to incarnate as Sword Immortal Yilin, had their faces becoming more and more gloomy, and they stood in Zhou Hao's room.

At this moment, Zhou Hao's room was in a mess, Zhou Hao fell to the ground, the blood on his neck had already coagulated, and he was still clutching the fragments of glass in his hands, his face was hideous, no matter how he looked at it, this Zhou Hao was a suicide.

"What the hell is going on? The two of us didn't hear anything last night, how could Zhou Hao commit suicide for no reason, this is simply unrealistic, something must have happened last night that we don't know! ”

Dongfang Wan'er, the vice president of the Goddess Guild, frowned and said, her face became more and more difficult to look at, the difficulty of this Oriental Mutant Spirit Space Curse Apartment was really beyond her imagination.