An Xiangwen: When did the landlady say this?

The curly-haired young man thought back crazily, thinking that he would have missed it when he went out.

As a result, An Xiangwen followed Bai Su closely on the way back to the hotel for fear of falling behind. On the contrary, Wei Wenxue, who said she was afraid of ghosts, always hung behind, some distance away from the other two.

The flaxen-haired girl was absent-minded and kept sighing.

Bai Su thought she was still thinking about the phone that was trampled to pieces: "You really don't need to pay for it?"

Wei Wenxue hummed, then shook her head: "No need..." This is really not a question of compensation or not.

Nothing strange happened all the way back to the hotel, and An Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief.

After Wei Wenxue went upstairs, she gritted her teeth before entering the room, and still called the other two people: "That——"

An Xiangwen stopped first. Bai Su, who had already entered the room, chose the latter between closing the door and looking back. He leaned back slightly, preparing to hear what Wei Wenxue was going to say.

The flaxen-haired girl struggled a lot, and finally said tactfully: "It's best not to go out at night, and ignore the noise if you hear it."

After An Xiangwen heard this, he immediately made an OK gesture: "I understand, I understand that the sound insulation is poor, and I won't disturb other people's good things!"

Wei Wenxue:......

Wei Wenxue: No, what on earth do you understand! You understand nothing!

The flaxen-haired girl was a little crazy, but An Xiangwen, who misunderstood her meaning, had already entered the door, and Bai Su didn't respond at all. In the end, she was left struggling outside the door.

The sound of footsteps and people's voices suddenly came from the stairs on the fourth floor. Wei Wenxue quickly entered the room and blocked out all the sounds.

After a while, no one went upstairs, and the sounds of people and footsteps suddenly disappeared.

……

The door is sometimes a really good insulator.

If you don't open the door, you won't invite the monsters outside.

Of course, there are unreasonable supernatural beings, and there are also supernatural beings who stay in the house in advance.

Bai Su washed and changed clothes as usual. He sat on the bed and played with his mobile phone for a while. The human next door sent a game invitation, saying that he should play two games before going to bed.

Bai Su is easy to talk to most of the time, so he clicked on the link.

Ten minutes later, An Xiangwen typed and begged Bai Su not to kill anyone again.

An Xiangwen: Brother Bai, Brother Bai, please stand in the spring and stop moving.

An Xiangwen: If you don’t move, we will be 4 against 5, but if you go, we will be 4 against 6.

Baisu:.

The black-haired young man sat on the bed and reflected for a while, feeling that this must not be his problem, but that human games are too difficult to play.

An Xiangwen really couldn't lead Bai Su, so he played another round. Before other teammates could curse him, he quickly took Bai Su out of the team.

An Xiangwen: Brother Bai, I'm too good at it. Wait for me to practice my skills again.

An Xiangwen: Good night, Brother Bai!

The human avatar dimmed at the speed of light, indicating that he was offline, so Bai Su locked the phone screen, plugged it into the charger and threw it aside.

Before going to bed, he made a number and found the body parts he had thrown away at noon, thousands of miles away.

Because the signal was a bit poor due to the distance, he intermittently let the much larger cotton wool climb onto the highway, and successfully ate the high-speed supernatural that tempted him in the morning.

As for the new high-speed supernatural rumors left behind?

What white XX, what does that have to do with him? He is sleeping in a hotel far away.

After finishing the dessert before going to bed, Baisu lay down and closed his eyes.

Sleep, not completely asleep.

Wake up... Actually, he didn't really want to wake up, but the presence of the thing above his head was too strong.

What time is it now? It's already twelve o'clock in the evening?

Without opening his eyes directly, Bai Su turned his head, took out the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at it. It was now twelve past five.

Under the light of the mobile phone screen, he could glimpse something flickering in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

There is really no cover-up.

Twelve o'clock is like a clear dividing line.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

It was not the sound of a clock moving, but liquid dripping continuously, accumulating on the bedding to form a shallow puddle.

Bai Suzai's continuous vocal harassment finally went too far, and he met the hanging corpse hanging on the chandelier with its tongue sticking out.

The corpse's expression was painful due to being hanged. The eyes were wide open. The thick hemp rope around the neck was stuck in the throat, strangling the trachea and causing the person to slowly die of suffocation. The muscles at the base of the tongue became loose and the jaw was uncontrollable.

open.

Perhaps because it was discovered late, the body was still somewhat decomposed, and the exposed flesh such as the knuckles fell off bit by bit, falling on the bedding together with the blood that had been cut and bled inexplicably.

Baisu turned over and sat up.

The black-haired young man, who was not afraid, was thinking about whether the quilt would leave any traces after he got rid of the hanged man.

He didn't really want to explain to the guy in human skin at the front desk tomorrow that his room needed to be cleaned because he had a hanging ghost removed last night.

The mature women at the front desk, including the weird old man holding the cleaning tools, are not considered human beings.

Calculating this, the number of guests in this hotel is quite low.

There was no reaction from the person hanging on the corpse. He thought he might have been frightened, so he moved his arms slightly to reach for the hanging rope around his neck.

After the rough hemp rope was untied, the body fell instantly.

Logically, it should hit the human lying below.

Face to face with the human being, admiring the human being's frightened and distorted expression caused by the rancid smell, and then taking advantage of the human being's moment of hesitation to seduce the human being, let the human being stand up, and put the hanging rope around his own neck——

The hanged ghost's body fell, but it fell onto an unoccupied bed.

Something is wrong with how things are developing.

Why did humans suddenly disappear?

The Hanged Man missed the target and began to search for traces of humans. His dry eyeballs turned around in his eye sockets, and his long-dislocated neck made a clicking sound. When he was about to turn his head, he was pressed from behind to the bed beneath him.
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When!

A khaki-colored cloth was wrapped around the hanging man's head. The opaque cloth completely blocked his sight. The back was also covered with cloth, and an external force pressed on it.

But the Hanged Ghost is still a ghost, and the ghost sneered at the human beings for overestimating their own abilities and trying to fight against it.

"It's useless, you will eventually-"

The hanged ghost moved his body, wanting to escape with a flash, but he didn't expect to use strength, but he didn't move at all.

How could it be!

The dark cloth tightened little by little, and the Hanged Ghost could feel a pair of human hands supporting its head.

Then, the human hand twisted slightly.

The hanged ghost's head is separated from the body, but it doesn't matter. For the supernatural, this is not a fatal injury. As long as it can deceive and kill a few more people, it can-

The sheet that covered his vision slipped down, and half of Ling Yi's head was still wrapped in it. The hanged ghost's head was held by someone through the cloth and turned around.
Chapter completed!