"Hello?"

Although it was useless, the soup dumpling was still cautiously polite. What if the ghost liked it?

He moved as quietly as possible without making any sound.

But his greetings received no response.

Suddenly... the sound of flushing water came from deep in the bedroom.

"Wow——"

The sudden sound made his heart tremble suddenly, and the confidence he had just outside the door was slightly shaken, but then he quickly calmed down and went to stand at the door of the bedroom, not daring to speak anymore.

Is that fat woman still in the toilet?

Why hasn't she come out after all this time?

At this time, the woman in the toilet spoke again...

"Come here and carry me..."

After listening to the soup dumplings, your scalp starts to feel numb and you have to carry it again?

Isn’t it possible to walk without someone carrying this thing?

How fat have you become?

But when he thought about the game's request, he didn't dare to refuse at all. Speaking of it, just following her words was already a very simple matter.

"coming!"

He responded quickly, fearing that he might be too late and cause the angry ghost.

Quickly crossing the open space of the bedroom, he trotted to the bathroom door. With his back to the door, he squatted down and said, "I'm at the door. Come out."

silence……

The strange silence made him feel more and more uneasy.

What's wrong……

Did I go too far?

Should I open the door myself and carry her out?

Are you kidding?!

What kind of place is the toilet? Everyone who has watched horror movies knows that who wants to enter the toilet...

But... the ghost in the toilet didn't speak. Could it be that he was really angry?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he quickly added: "Wait! Let me open the door and I will carry you out."

There was still no response from inside.

Not getting a response is the most disturbing thing, even when people get along with each other, let alone people and ghosts.

He regrets it now. What if the ghost is ready to open the door and come out on his own?

Why do I have to talk so much about opening the door and carrying it out...

However, now that the words have been said, if you regret it again...

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, twisted the armrest, and opened the toilet door!

A red light shone on his face, and his mind went blank for an instant.

Where are people?

Why is there no one?

What a strong smell of blood!

A chill went down his spine and he subconsciously stepped back. But at this moment, he thought of fulfilling the ghost's wishes quickly and carrying it out.

But...where is the ghost?

Maybe he heard the sound of the toilet door opening, and the ghost finally made a voice: "I'm in the bathtub, come and carry me..."

The shower curtain was closed tightly, and under the red light, it seemed that a blurry shadow could indeed be seen.

Tangbao's heart was beating fast. He swallowed and sweatdropped, "I'm...here..."

This is simply... too scary.

The weird red light, knowing that the other person is a ghost, but still accompanying it to perform this play, is absurd, weird, and desperate.

As soon as his feet entered the bathroom, he felt something was wrong. Why was the ground soft when he stepped on it?

When I looked down, I saw that the floor was actually carpeted?

Who lays carpet in the bathroom?

But soon... he realized that what he was stepping on did not seem to be a carpet.

This elastic gelatinous texture... look carefully, doesn't it have human facial features on it?!

Intense fear instantly overwhelmed him when he saw the facial features on the "carpet".

This is human skin!

The entire toilet was covered with human skin!

These people...who are they?

They are all very old, but it can be vaguely seen that their facial features are all straight...

The skins on the ground were all unfolded, as if something had cut a slit from the top of the head along the back, and taken out the person completely, leaving only a piece of skin.

These strange faces were twisted like this and spread on the toilet floor. They were strange, terrifying, and made him despair.

Will I die too?

like this……

He died in the bathroom of a horrible apartment that never saw the light of day. He was treated as a collection by ghosts and spread on the floor.

No……

impossible!

He bit the tip of his tongue hard. Stimulated by the intense pain, his brain gained a brief moment of clarity. He immediately walked over and opened the shower curtain without squinting.

However... the things in the bathtub gave him goosebumps all over his body!

A bloody human figure was lying in the bathtub, holding a piece of human skin in his hand to put on his body!

Wait...this is?!

March!

From the human skin unfolded in its hand, he saw a familiar face. Isn't that the face of March?

she also……

Fear and anger surged at the same time. Witnessing my companion who was alive two hours ago being skinned and killed by a demon, this feeling is simply indescribable.

"you……"

The bloody and terrifying ghost was lying half in the bathtub, looking at him, grinning, showing his ferocious fangs: "Come and help me put it on..."

It raised the human skin in its hand and handed it to him.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but March's skin happened to be aimed at his eyes.

The despair and fear before March's death have dissipated, and even his expression has been smoothed out by it.

But in his eyes at this moment, this is even more terrifying!

But...he didn't dare to refuse.

Holding back his nausea and fear, he took March's human skin. The feel of the skin immediately made his scalp numb and his spine felt chilly.

This damn thing actually wants me to help it wear human skin?!

Does it really treat us like servants?

Intense fear continued to erode his heart.

The thoughts I had before entering the apartment had long since disappeared.

Right now, he has only one thought in his mind...get out of here. I don't want to be alone with the ghosts. Get out of here as soon as possible!

How could an hour be so long?

He was trembling all over, and his whole body was wet with sweat.

Holding March's skin, he tremblingly unfolded it, like tying an apron for his lover, and handed the skin to Li Gui.

"But...you can wear it..."

He said something against his will, March's Skin gave him a huge impact, and his emotions were about to collapse.

He really couldn't imagine that if it were him, his skin would be taken by his companions after death... and put on by ghosts...

The ghost didn't say a word. It moved its bloody body, stretched out its two hands, and penetrated through the seam of the skin...then its left foot, then its right foot...and finally...the whole face of March.

Later, he had completely closed his eyes.

The sound of sticky flesh and blood continued to sound as the ghost penetrated the skin. The bathroom under the red light felt like hell...

Finally, the sound disappeared after ten minutes.

The whole process was long and painful. He remained motionless, closed his eyes tightly, and almost collapsed.

"Okay...carry me out!"

Its voice became strangely younger, and a cold and smooth body slowly pressed against his back.

Trembling all over, he responded:

"good……"
Chapter completed!