Grudge

Chapter 83: Nonsense

　　The characters on the ghost story are constantly being cut, and in about a minute, the ghost story will completely fail.

　　 Deng Zifan is still struggling with his mind. Although he can't remember who his teammates are, he has already assumed that he has teammates now.

　　 "I must have teammates..."

　　 Must find a way to report...

　　 Deng Zifan was reading ghost stories. He has now exposed the fact that he can hear, and soon other ghosts will come around.

　　 Soon, Deng Zifan came up with a way.

　　 He picked up the camera placed on the ground and slammed it on the peeling window.

　　 once, twice, three times.

　　 At the last moment, Deng Zifan threw the camera in his hand, and the glass made a crisp sound, resounding throughout the village.

　　 Deng Zifan's hand was drawn with blood from the glass, but he didn't care at all, raised the camera and slammed it against the glass again.

　　 Brother Wang watched Deng Zifan's strong behavior and couldn't help but say:

　　 "This...this is expensive..."

　　 If Deng Zifan were not still reading ghost stories, he could blow Brother Wang to death.

　　 life is gone! Also expensive!

　　 I will reimburse you when I go out and buy you a hundred!

　　 Deng Zifan didn't dare to call for help. Now this behavior is on the verge of the rules that ghosts can hear. If he really yells, he will simply be dancing in the rules of ghosts.

　　 Please... come someone to help me.

　　 Deng Zifan's voice stopped abruptly.

　　 He found that the characters on the fragments of the ghost story had completely disappeared.

　　 He has finished reading.

　　 "You can hear...you can hear!"

　　Ghost's voice lingered in Deng Zifan's ears again, and his ears could only hear ghosts, footsteps, breathing, and Brother Wang's voice, all gradually becoming smaller.

　　 The three ghosts have entered the room and approached them, just a few steps away. When Deng Zifan can't hear him at all, he will die.

　　 Deng Zifan gritted his teeth and tore off the latest page of the notepad. The three ghosts were forced to go backwards.

　　 But the three ghosts just retreated out of the room, and now they don’t enter the room just because of the weak repelling effect activated by the notebook.

　　 Deng Zifan's face was ugly, and the shadow of death enveloped him.

　　 The current notebook still cannot restore the fragments of the ghost story. Right now he can only rely on the torn notebook page by page to support it, but when the notebook is all used up, he still has to die.

　　 Save me... I will definitely have teammates.

　　 Deng Zifan did not despair, because he always believed that he would be rescued.

　　 Never give up lightly.

　　 "You can hear it."

　　 Deng Zifan was startled, and the ghost at the door went inside again.

　　 Deng Zifan’s hearing began to weaken again, forcing him to put his hands on the notepad, ready to tear it off at any time.

　　 And now he only has four pages left, he can only use it three times at most.

　　 Just as Deng Zifan was about to tear off the notepad, a woman's voice came from the door.

　　 "You didn't find it...you didn't find it."

　　 With the sound of the sound, the eyes of the three ghosts at the door suddenly trembled, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes when he looked at Deng Zifan.

　　 Then, a woman in a red T-shirt appeared at the door. She covered her mouth with her hand and made some strange and unpleasant noises.

　　 "Go ahead."

　　 Among these unpleasant voices, there is also a crisp female voice.

　　 Deng Zifan came back to his senses, he grabbed the swaying brother Wang, followed the woman away 402, and went to the stairs.

　　 The woman followed Deng Zifan after ensuring that Deng Zifan had escaped.

　　 "Run away, my'nonsense' can only obscure their rules for a period of time, and it won't last long."

　　 Deng Zifan looked at the woman next to her. Right now, the woman did not cover her mouth anymore. Deng Zifan could see her chin and a lipstick.

　　 "What do you look at? Have you never seen a ghost lipstick?"

　　 The woman dragged Deng Zifan and ran faster.

　　 "Are you Qianqian?"

　　 The three of them have reached the third floor at this moment, and they are still running wildly, and there are dense footsteps behind them. It is no longer possible to confuse the ghost with the "ghost talk" of a woman.

"You know me?"

　　 Qianqian has some doubts, but now is not the time to pursue these.

　　 "My ghosts have been exhausted, do you still have them? Don't hide them."

　　 Deng Zifan's face flushed. Apart from the fragments of ghost stories, he has no other ghosts.

　　 All the ghosts were consumed in the incident before, and the Security Bureau did not have so many stocks, and he could not tolerate credit.

　　 "I still have a notepad, which can be torn up at critical moments."

　　 "Don't be silly, you tore the notepad and we both have to go backwards. Just now I walked to the door and was torn back by you..."

　　 There is no other way at the moment, they are desperately running, and although the footsteps behind them are still very loud, they seem to have really separated them.

　　 They hope to escape!

　　 Deng Zifan thought, running faster and rushed to the first floor.

　　 But soon reality gave him a heavy blow.

　　 At the door, there is an old man standing. He droops his muddy eyes and looks at the three people in front of him.

　　 He pulled a hoarse voice and said the familiar word.

　　 "You... can hear it."

　　 He speaks like an old tortoise, but the loss of his ears caused by his words is very big.

　　 Deng Zifan and Qianqian felt that their hearing was constantly being reduced, and all the surrounding voices became silent. Gradually, they could only hear the continuous muttering of the old man.

　　 "You can hear... so you must die."

　　 "Do you have any other teammates? The Security Bureau can never send you a weak chicken in, right?"

　　 "Who are you scolding for? I don't remember if I have a teammate? Are you not my teammate?"

　　 Qianqian understood, the man in front of him was completely affected.

　　 must rely on oneself.

The mouth on 　　 Qianqian's chin opened slightly, and the weird and obscure voice reappeared. He tried to rely on ghost words to resist the ghost's attack.

　　 But this time, her nonsense was suppressed.

　　 She opened her mouth and realized that she couldn't make any sound.

　　 "It was done."

　　This is the last thought of the two of them now~www.wuxiahere.com~Even if you use a notebook, you can’t find other ways to escape or die...

How to do.

　　 The two of them looked at each other and saw despair in their eyes.

　　 It seems... there is really no way.

　　 Suddenly, a drop of water fell on them.

　　 The patter of rain fell in the hotel. This scene was very strange, but it made Deng Zifan and the three of them gasp.

　　 With this light rain, their hearing gradually returned.

　　 They looked at the door, and in the darkness, a figure was vaguely printed.

　　 "Chen Lu."