Horror Studio

How dare Zhao Quanshun answer, he hurriedly withdrew his right hand.

He thought that the ghost in front of him firmly clamped his right hand, so he took a lot of effort, but he didn't expect to be able to withdraw his right hand with just a random draw. The result was too much force and his body did not adapt for a while , Fell to the ground.

"Manggong, where are you going?" The turquoise face quickly approached.

"Ghost!" Zhao Quanshun turned and got up and rushed outside the door.

He just touched the door panel, and his turquoise face appeared in front of him again.

"Msang Gong, accompany me..."

The shrill voice seemed to stir in Zhao Quanshun's mind, making him almost forget where he was.

At this moment, the thought of regret appeared in his mind.

Why didn't you leave Dingtai Town earlier? Why don't you listen to the mysterious people?

But regret it is too late.

A pair of turquoise hands had already pinched Zhao Quanshun's neck, his eyes began to turn white, and he couldn't use any energy.

My life is over...

He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. At the last moment of his coma, he vowed that as long as he survived, he would leave Dingtai Town, which had been flooded by various ghosts.

"Master Zhao, wake up!"

The hoarse voice came into Zhao Quanshun's ears.

In a daze, Zhao Quanshun slowly opened his eyes. He found that he was not at home, but what he saw in front of him was not what he looked like.

"Master Zhao?" the other person shouted.

Memories began to emerge, and Zhao Quanshun finally recalled that the owner of these voices was his neighbor.

"Where am I?" Zhao Quanshun moved his body, aching all over.

"This is a humble house, Master Zhao, how could you sleep at the door of my house. If you have anything to tell, just knock on the door." The neighbor said.

Zhao Quanshun stood up, but his body was still a little weak.

"I want to go home and have a look."

He walked to the door.

"Oh, Master Zhao..." the neighbor shouted, but Zhao Quanshun ignored it.

As soon as he stepped out of the door with his right foot, Zhao Quanshun suddenly thought of something, "Did you see the others when you found me?"

"No." The neighbor shook his head.

"Thank you!" Zhao Quanshun hurried home after thanking him.

When he came to the door of his home, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open with both hands.

Everything in front of me is no different from yesterday, and the morning sun shines in the courtyard with a special flavor.

"Is it a dream?"

Zhao Quanshun whispered, then walked to the bedroom door.

"Madam?" He called out, but no one answered, "Madam?"

Zhao Quanshun, who lost his patience, pushed the door open, and there was no one in the house.

When he came to the bed, he put his hands on the sheet, and a cold touch came.

The sigh came from Zhao Quanshun's mouth.

The horror scene of last night resurfaced.

Under the bed...

An idea suddenly appeared in Zhao Quanshun's mind, he slowly bent over, and then lay on the ground.

With the sunlight, he looked at the bottom of the bed and found nothing.

There is nothing under the bed!

Zhao Quanshun stood up, obviously seeing nothing, but he felt something was wrong.

"I'll take a closer look."

After lighting up the candlestick, he went under the bed, with the light of candlelight, this time he could see the bottom of the bed clearly.

"There is no foot of the bed, is it really that I am suspicious? But where did the madam go?" Zhao Quanshun shook his head, planning to leave the bed.

But because he didn't pay attention, the back of his head hit the bed.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the back of his head, and only when he put his hand behind his head did he react. There did not seem to be any pain in this collision.

Realizing something, Zhao Quanshun raised his head and looked at the bed board.

A crushed person is clinging to the bedboard, and the flesh and blood of this person blend with the bedboard, regardless of each other.

The flat eyes seemed to be looking at Zhao Quanshun, but they never seemed to move.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Quanshun was already shocked, and the candlestick in his hand fell to the ground.

After recovering, Zhao Quanshun moved his gaze and began to look at the terrifying corpse in front of him, but before he could tell who this person was, he fainted to the ground.

Zhangjia.

Inside Yuan Changqing's room, Qiancang opened his eyes.

He propped himself up, wasting too much last night, causing him to get up now.

"Still...it's a bit risky..."

As he lifted the quilt, he said softly.

As soon as Qiancang came to the kitchen, he met Xiaoqing who was preparing lunch for Pang Yingxiu.

"Big Brother Yuan, why did you get up at this time? You are not like this on weekdays."

"I don't know why I had insomnia last night, Xiaoqing, did you have anything to eat?" Qian Cang turned off the topic.

"Yes, Brother Yuan, wait."

After a while, Qiancang sitting at the table got a bowl of rice noodles.

He picked up the chopsticks, and at the same time recalled the situation in his mind last night.

When Zhao Quanshun entered the bedroom in another courtyard, Qian Cang knew that no matter what he planned, he had to make a decision as soon as possible.

Wait until Tianming, this plan is likely to fail after Zhao Quanshun's death.

Qian Cangyi couldn't explain why he made this judgment. If there is a reason, his answer is instinct.

A keen judgment exercised during several life and death crises.

He crouched on the wall, looked around, and then jumped off the fence. The direction he jumped was in the direction of the other yard, which was originally the street.

"Try it first, it might work."

Immediately afterwards, he passed the courtyard gate and entered the real courtyard.

However, Qiancangyi did not go to the bedroom, but turned to look outside the courtyard, and found that the other side was still the courtyard.

He took a deep breath, ran two steps, and climbed up the fence again.

When standing on the fence, the outside has restored the appearance of the street, and the place outside the fence has become the same as before, no longer an endless abyss.

"It turns out that you can only enter from the courtyard gate, and you can only go out by overturning the wall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After thinking for two seconds, Qiancang Yi jumped onto the street again.

He ran to the courtyard door and found that the courtyard door was tightly closed. Without hesitation, he took out a dagger with his right hand and inserted it into the crack of the door. After several attempts, Qian Cangyi finally removed the latch.

Upon entering the hospital, the bedroom door remained open.

When he came to the bedroom door, he saw Zhao Quanshun lying beside the door.

Grab Zhao Quanshun and carry it on his shoulders.

The whole action was completed in one go.

At this moment, Qian Cangyi was very thankful that he had carried out weight-bearing exercises.

He carried Zhao Quanshun and ran towards the wall. After running for a few seconds, Qiancang was surprised to find that he was still standing in front of the bedroom door, not moving at all.

But the physical consumption is real.

In a hurry, Qiancang thought of something, he reached out and closed the bedroom door, and then ran to the wall again.

This time, he stopped spinning in place, but everything did not end there. The person carrying on his shoulder suddenly became extremely heavy. Qiancang turned his head and saw that he was carrying a large stone, and Zhao Quanshun I don't know why lying behind me.

He tried to throw the stone out, but the stone seemed to be stuck to his body, and he couldn't get rid of it.

The humming sound rang.

The moment he heard this sound, Qian Cangyi felt cold sweat on his back.

What should I do?

Questions are generated in the mind, and several possibilities emerge immediately.

As soon as Qian Cang made a judgment again, he moved with difficulty to Zhao Quanshun's side and let the stone on his shoulder touch Zhao Quanshun.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Quanshun returned to his shoulder again, and there was an extra stone where Zhao Quanshun was lying.

"This is... the piece I threw?"

Qiancang was surprised.

But now there is no time to let him feel, he changed Zhao Quanshun to another side, and ran towards the wall again.