Wang Qianqian summoned up all her strength and tried to open the closet door.
But it didn't open.
The closet door seems to be stuck by something.
Wang Qianqian looked up and down, but couldn't find what was blocking the closet door.
Where she couldn't see, the headless ghost, the long-tongued ghost and the flatulence ghost were already approaching her.
The three ghosts were holding on to the closet door desperately.
Don't let her open it.
"Hey, little sister, are you okay?"
Wang Qianqian asked anxiously: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
What answered her was not a voice, but a more violent knocking sound.
The huge power made the entire wardrobe tremble.
The three ghosts seemed to have been hit hard, and were injured by the Yin Qi suddenly spurting out from the closet.
His already bluish face turned pale, and he was so weak that he might faint at any moment.
But he still stood firmly in front of the closet.
"Little sister, why don't you speak?"
Wang Qianqian asked again.
She was afraid that something would happen to the girl locked in the closet.
The force banging on the wardrobe from inside suddenly stopped, and the whole room fell into dead silence again.
Then, a little girl's voice came out again: "I'm fine, big sister, please open the door quickly. I'm so bored."
"Okay, please bear with me a little longer. Sister, let's see where it's stuck?"
Wang Qianqian groped up and down and found no place where it was stuck.
In order to ease the fear of the little girl in the closet, she asked: "Little sister, what is your name?"
"My name is Jiang Yao, I am nine years old."
The little girl said in a muffled voice.
The voice was very hazy, but it didn't have the lively tone unique to children at all. Instead, it had a hint of gloominess.
"Are you the only one in the closet?"
Jiang Yao?
This name seemed familiar to her, as if she had heard it somewhere.
"Not only me, there is another boy named Yan Zhi. He is my classmate."
The little girl named Jiang Yao said.
Jiang Yao? Yan Zhi?
Wang Qianqian was stunned and suddenly thought of it.
Aren't the names of these two children the ones that were just announced on the TV news?
Two classmates who disappeared in the middle of the night last night.
The community where they disappeared is only one kilometer away from here.
But how come these two missing children are in the closet of their room?
The more Wang Qianqian thought about it, the more she couldn't understand.
"How did you end up in my closet?"
she asked.
"We didn't know either. When we woke up, we were inside."
The little girl's voice was a little impatient: "Sister, you haven't opened the closet door yet?"
"I can't open it!"
Wang Qianqian pulled the closet door hard again.
The wardrobe door remained motionless.
The little girl named Jiang Yao suddenly said coldly: "Use the wooden sword in your hand and chop it a few times, and you can open the door."
"real?"
Wang Qianqian was stunned.
"Well, big sister, you try."
said the little girl.
Wang Qianqian really danced the wooden sword in her hand without thinking.
The eight-faced Han wooden sword was swung, and the three ghosts who were very close were hit, their heads were bleeding, and they were screaming.
I didn’t dare to stand next to Wang Qianqian anymore for fear of being beaten to the point of being beaten to pieces.
Wang Qianqian always felt like she heard a faint scream.
illusion?
I opened the door again, and this time it really opened.
Easily.
The moment the closet door opened, Wang Qianqian's eyes suddenly opened wide.
There was an expression of horror and disbelief on his face.
No, this should definitely not be your own wardrobe!
I saw that the wardrobe, which was not originally large, turned out to be extremely spacious and could accommodate many people.
The back panel of the wardrobe fell into the darkness of the void and could no longer be seen.
She could vaguely see many doors deep in the closet.
The girl was shocked by this abnormal scene.
There's something wrong with this wardrobe!
"Hehe, big sister, you finally opened the door."
Suddenly a childish voice came from below.
It's Jiang Yao's voice.
Wang Qianqian subconsciously looked down and saw two children.
Jiang Yao and Yan Zhi, who were missing in the TV announcement, were lying on the ground.
No, they absolutely cannot be human.
The two of them were about the size of children, but they didn't look like humans.
The whole body was made of clothes tied into knots, forming the shape of a child.
Jiang Yao raised her head and looked at Wang Qianqian.
The head, made of clothes and twisted into a twist, is hideous and terrifying.
There is an ancient Chinese character for "clothes slave" on his forehead.
"Weird, monster!"
Wang Qianqian screamed.
The two monsters suddenly reached out their hands, grabbed Wang Qianqian's hands and feet, and tried to drag her deep into the closet.
The headless ghost, the long-tongued ghost and the flatulence ghost immediately pounced on him.
The three ghosts hugged Wang Qianqian's waist and pulled her back desperately.
The two forces left Wang Qianqian breathless and in pain all over her body.
"This big sister is ours."
The clothes slave on the left snorted coldly, reached out with his hand, and knocked the three ghosts away from the distance.
How could the three ghosts give up? The owner was kind to them. What if his cousin was abducted by this evil thing that appeared inexplicably in the closet?
How should they explain themselves to their owners?
Suddenly, he pounced on him regardless of life or death.
Wang Qianqian's face turned pale with fright, and she waved her mahogany sword in her hand, trying to fight off the two monsters.
This eight-sided Han wooden sword has some use against the three ghosts of the undead ghost.
But it would be difficult for Wang Qianqian without Daohuo to use it to deal with these clothes slaves of unknown origin and unknown strength.
Don't let a clothes slave grab the Huanbamen Han wooden sword with his backhand.
Throw it away.
The wooden sword flew far away.
Wang Qianqian exclaimed, and was pulled into the closet by the two evil objects.
The closet door closed with a snap.
When the three ghosts opened it again, the wardrobe had returned to its original state.
Except for the change of clothes the girl put in not long ago.
Nothing.
Wang Qianqian is missing.
Disappeared into the closet.
Liu Hou hummed a little tune and returned home with the groceries he bought.
As soon as he reached the door, he stopped in his tracks.
His brows furrowed.
There is an evil atmosphere at the door.
A very vicious evil thing knocked on the door!
"not good!"
He held a spell in his vigilant hand and kicked the door open.
Went in.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the badly injured Long-tongued Ghost, the Head-Bearing Ghost and the Flatulent Ghost.
These three ghosts were actually dying.
And he could not hear any movement from his cousin Wang Qianqian.
Liu Hou's heart skipped a beat, and he felt an extremely ominous premonition.
He took out the talisman paper and drew three life-saving evil talismans.
It was attached to the body of the three ghosts.
The three ghosts, who were seriously injured and almost out of their minds, finally regained their composure.
Recover a little bit.
"Where's my cousin?"
Liu Hou asked in a deep voice.
The three ghosts were frightened for a while and chattered all over the place.
"You tell me."
Liu Hou pointed at the ghost with a long tongue and said.
The long-tongued ghost is very articulate and has the clearest logic.
In a few words, it detailed what happened to Wang Qianqian not long ago.
Liu Hou's face turned even more ugly: "You said that my cousin was pulled into the closet by two evil clothes slaves of unknown origin?"
The three ghosts nodded.
Liu Hou's heart was pounding rapidly.
His face was so dark that he could drip water.
He stood up suddenly and walked to the closet.
Looking at the open closet.
Chapter completed!