Chapter 621 Zhao Xingguo

When Jiang Cheng saw the hole, he knew that Zhao Xingguo was gone. Read

But at this moment, Zhao Xingguo obviously had no time to consider what Jiang Cheng thought. In the auditorium where he was, there was no trace of Jiang Cheng and Fu Fu.

The two groups were in the same place, but they could not see each other. The weirdness in it could not be described in words.

It would be a lie to say that he had no regrets, but now that things had come to this, it was useless to say anything. What he had to do now was to do everything he could to survive.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Xingguo forced himself to calm down. His eyes slowly swept around. The ghost was very close to him, right beside him.

He could even feel the resentful breath.

"Da Da Da"

Zhao Xingguo immediately looked in one direction, "Who? Who's there?!"

In the darkness, there was a brisk sound, as if someone ran over, and the sound sounded like a child.

Child

Zhao Xingguo's face was a little stiff. He suddenly remembered what happened before. The night before, they were going to search Liu Quezi's residence, but they encountered a ghost wall halfway.

The ghost left a series of small footprints.

And the handprint behind the owner of the photo studio, which didn't look big, was pitch black, as if it had been imprinted into the flesh.

Their previous guess was correct, the ghost should be a child. [6][9][s][h][u][x][.][c][o][m]

At least the body is.

The scene nearby became more and more weird. Although no light could be seen entering, the room was shrouded in a faint halo.

There was a gray feeling, as if there was a layer of fog.

"Pah."

Just as Zhao Xingguo held his breath, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and he jumped up in shock, "Who, who the hell patted me?!"

But when he looked behind him, there was nothing.

The mental torture made his eyes red, blood kept rushing to his head, and he kept changing the direction he was facing, trying to find the ghost's location while gasping for breath.

"Giggle."

"Dadadada"

"Giggle."

"Dadadada"

The sound of fast running footsteps came from the darkness. Whenever he followed the footsteps, he could only hear the child's cheerful laughter, as if playing hide-and-seek with him.

But after listening to this laughter for a long time, it became a different feeling, like countless needles pricking his head. Zhao Xingguo felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

This laughter was eroding his mind.

In a trance, he felt that his shoulder was itchy, and his hand scratched uncontrollably, but the more he scratched, the more itchy it became. It was the place where he was patted just now.

It seemed that something was moving inside, slowly wriggling through a layer of skin, as if it was about to get out.

This discovery instantly made him much more energetic, and a burst of extreme disgust rose from the bottom of his heart. He had never hated his body so much.

His face gradually became hideous, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger. He even wanted to tear the skin open and then take out the wriggling thing inside.

Throw it on the ground and step on it.

Finally, after a tearing sound, he realized his wish. He stared at a large piece of skin in his hand.

He had just torn it off from his shoulder.

But strangely, there was no flesh or blood on it, not even a drop of blood.

He felt no pain. On the contrary, he felt very happy deep in his heart. He wanted to tear off all the skin.

"Itchy!" He squirmed in pain, "Itchy!"

It felt as if he wanted to squeeze his whole body out of the broken wound. Zhao Xingguo's remaining rationality became less and less.

In his dying moments, he vaguely heard a call.

"Zhao Xingguo."

The voice of the person was very light. Zhao Xingguo instinctively trusted the voice. He walked towards the source of the sound with a stiff step.

The strange thing was that the sound seemed to come from all directions, but every time when Zhao Xingguo was about to stop and confirm the direction, the call would sound on time again.

"Zhao Xingguo."

"Zhao Xingguo."

"Zhao Xingguo."

Finally, Zhao Xingguo walked to a wall and stopped. The voice came from here.

In front of him was a pile of paper money ingots, and in the corner stood a few paper figures and paper horses, covered with white banners.

Suddenly, there was wind in the closed space for the first time. The thin paper money was blown up by the wind and flew all over the sky. The paper figures and paper horses were also blown to the ground.

But there was an exception among them.

It stood there from beginning to end. It was revealed only after the two paper figures in front of it were blown down.

Wearing a green melon-shaped hat, a bright red festive paper dress, and a pale face, under the exaggerated and rough eyebrows, were a pair of eyes that were wide open and bloodshot.

This is a living person!

No, it should be said that it was once a living person. Now it is a cold corpse, but it is dressed up as a paper man.

It is the young man who brought them here!

I didn't expect to be left here.

Looking at his miserable appearance now, it is obvious that he has been dead for some time.

The next moment, the man who had been dead for a long time suddenly raised his head, his originally stiff face twitched, his eyes raised, and his mouth opened mechanically, revealing a weird smile that Zhao Xingguo was very familiar with.

His throat moved a few times, and then an extremely uncoordinated voice came out from the depths of his throat: "Zhao Xingguo."

As the voice came out, Zhao Xingguo's shoulder became more and more itchy, and a rustling sound came from his shoulder.

Through the wound, you can see that what is wriggling inside is not flesh and blood, but a bunch of dry straw.

More and more straw pierced Zhao Xingguo's body. He was like a hedgehog covered with thorns, but he still insisted on moving forward.

He took stiff steps one by one.

At the last moment, he suddenly put his hand into the young man's mouth, and then, as if he touched something, Zhao Xingguo's originally scattered eyes suddenly focused.

His hand seemed to have reached into another space, and most of his arm was in the young man's mouth. This could not be explained by reality at all.

When he slowly pulled out his entire arm, a straw man suddenly appeared in his right hand. The workmanship was rough, and Zhao Xingguo tightly grasped the straw man's neck.

Like a toy, the straw man looked well-behaved and motionless.

"Finally caught you!"