The sound in the corridor was getting closer and closer to the room, and every time everyone's heart trembled with the sound of knocking.

However, as soon as we approached the door, the "clang-clang" knock stopped abruptly, and the corridor returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.

The people squatting in the room were frightened by this trouble. After hearing the strange sound disappeared, they also felt relieved.

"Squeak~"

At this time, the strange voice remembered again. The door that was originally exposed to the gap opened strangely under the eyes of everyone, and even made a strange friction sound of old metal, which made people's scalp numb.

This scene made many people's hearts twitch, and they trembled and cast their panic gazes at the door, as if a demon would pounce from the corridor in the next second.

After the door opened, a gust of wind suddenly surged into the corridor. The strong smell of blood made people frown.

"Swish!"

Taking advantage of the short interval of frowning, a black shadow flew into the room quickly in full view of everyone, and even faced them towards them.

"ah!"

Several timid men screamed and moved their positions, and soon everyone scattered and gave up their positions.

The flying shadow stopped when it hit the wall. With a "clang", it fell on the table next to it. After the teapot cup fell all over the floor, the room returned to quiet.

The sudden black shadow has scared many people. After a stalemate for a while, someone finally took the courage to turn on the light and look towards the table.

A head with a tongue cut off and a ferocious expression was placed on the table. Although his facial features were twisted, he could still recognize it from the outline. This was the young woman who ran out just now.

"What should we do? We must be entangled by ghosts!"

"Aunt Mei, you said something. If you didn't let us come, we wouldn't have encountered such a thing tonight!"

Aunt Mei has been scared to the point of being out of control now. What else can I do? If I do too much trouble on weekdays, what I fear most is the theory of ghosts and gods.

People like them who have done all their bad things will naturally have to peel the oil pan under the skin when they go to the underworld and be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell and will never be able to transcend.

Unable to get Aunt Mei’s reply, the timid men finally couldn’t resist the suppressed fear and said with a tremolo: “We’d better run away. If we continue to stay here, we can only wait for death.”

"We have so many people running away together, and we will definitely escape from the villa alive. It will be safe when we get in the car!"

As soon as the words came to an end, a man with a broken spirit could no longer bear the pressure and shouted and rushed out the door.

"I'm leaving this, I don't want to die..."

But before he could reach the door, the door slammed and closed to death.

The loud impact of the door shocked everyone present, and his already fearless face was now even pale.

The man who was trying to escape was already slapped the door heavily and shouted hysterically.

"Let me out...I don't want to die...Let me out..."

When everyone's eyes were on the man who was slapping the door crazy, they originally wanted to pull the man back and let him calm down, but before they could take a step, the struggle came from behind again.

"Help...."

Turning around, a companion was now hanging in the air, covering his neck with pain, and his feet were constantly waving.

The man was lifted up to a height of not low. Even if he stepped on the sofa, he would have a ten centimeter distance that could not be touched at all. This caused the people below to be unable to save him.

Even if they want to stretch out their hands to support their feet and help him share some of their physical strength, the only thing they can do is to watch him die.

In about a minute, the man hanging in the air completely disappeared, and his originally waving limbs also hung down. Under the influence of remaining force, his body hanging in the air was still swaying back and forth.

The light hit the dead man's face, making the face that was sticking out his tongue and bulging out of his eyes, making it even more ferocious. When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but their throats were dry and dull. They always felt that the other party was resenting themselves, why didn't they save him?

"What's wrong with you, Lao Liu?"

A questioning sound suddenly sounded in the crowd, looking along with his eyes. The man who was slapping the door had stopped and walked slowly towards them.

The man's steps were slow and weird, and he could not see the changes in his face when he lowered his head. However, he could hear a special sound, just like a pierced water pipe was spraying water out.

After two steps, the man suddenly stopped and his body was stiff.

Someone asked, "Lao Liu, are you okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man called Lao Liu moved his neck forward in a strange posture, and then his whole head fell to the ground and rolled to everyone's feet like a ball.

The neck that lost its head was sprayed with blood, and the whole room was covered with a layer of blood. The bright red color was particularly weird in the closed space.

This made everyone completely panic, and there was no other thoughts to do it. They all ran to the door and found a way to open it and slow it down to escape from here.

"ah!"

Another scream rang out, and a man who was nestled on the sofa because of a timidity had turned into a corpse.

Death was quite miserable. He leaned against the sofa, and a big hole was taken out of his chest. You could even see that his chest was empty. His heart, which was originally beating inside him, was now on the table.

Maybe because it was just taken out, the heart was still beating slightly. Blood kept gushing out with the rhythm of beating.

The original head on the table was scary enough, but now there was another heart. That sense of picture hits the soul deep in the heart, making people frightened and even want to escape.

Seeing his companion die in various strange ways, the rest of them had already collapsed. The only thing they wanted to do now was to escape. A man was constantly hitting the door with his shoulders, trying to rush out.

However, because the quality of the door is so good, it only hits a tiny gap after a few minutes, and it takes physical strength and time to completely break open.

The strange situation in the room did not continue to happen for the time being, but it soon came again unexpectedly.

I saw a man close to the curtain, squatting on the ground and whispering, as if he was talking to someone.

This action attracted the attention of others. There were empty curtains next to the man. Where else was there? Seeing this bizarre scene, everyone's scalp numb again, thinking to themselves, are there really ghosts in this world?

"Who are you talking to? Wake up..."

Someone shouted twice, and the man's whispered voice suddenly stopped, and the room became quiet again.

Just as everyone thought that this tense man had returned to normal, before he could turn around, a gloomy voice came out from the man's dead throat.

"Hehehehe..."

The man's laughter was extremely cold, and the feeling made people numb from head to toe, and they even had goose bumps on their body.

"What's wrong? Why are you laughing suddenly?"

Instead of answering the question, the man stood up straight and walked towards everyone.

The walking posture is very similar to a walking corpse, and the prominent eyeballs are fierce and terrifying, without the slightest human appearance, and it looks like a wild beast that likes to eat humans.

While walking, the man looked at everyone coldly and said hoarsely: "I can't escape... I have to die, all of you have to die..."

"Hehehehe..."

"Everyone has to go to hell. This is our punishment, and no one can escape..."

The hoarse voice and cold voices gave these words to the soul and penetrated them heavily into everyone's hearts. Is this really a retribution?
Chapter completed!