ghost face

The rain was still pouring down, a torrential rain even heavier than in recent months.

One foot stepped into the puddle, causing countless splashes.One after another, splashing water droplets flew towards the sides.The man galloped forward non-stop, running wildly in the commercial street.

That person, that face.Zhao Meng will never forget, it was Xue Jingyi's appearance.Xue Jingyi came to look for him!

The phone in "Duddudu"'s hand remained unconnectable all the time, and he looked away from his ear, wondering if it was affected by the weather, and there was no signal on the mobile phone.

"Damn!"

Zhao Meng glanced around and walked into a shop selling fishing gear.

Pushing open the door rudely, he looked very embarrassed at this moment.Not to mention being soaked all over, her hair was obediently clinging to her face. From time to time, water droplets would run down her forehead, almost falling into her eyes several times.

"Boss, do you have any fishing rod with a very strong line here? Give me one." There was no other way, Zhao Meng was in urgent need of weapons after all, so he could only find something at random to make do with it.

"Sturdy fishing rod line? Oh, yes." The boss was lying on the deck chair, guessing that there would be no guests due to today's weather.Unexpectedly, he met Zhao Meng, so he got up in surprise and went to get something from the shelf.

Watching the boss turn around, Zhao Meng still looked back at the door vigilantly.

"Look, does this one work?" The boss brought a fishing rod.

"Yes." Zhao Meng took out her wallet without looking carefully. "How many?"

When simply delivering the bent money, ready to turn around.The door was pushed open again, and a man in a raincoat walked in.The devil's face slowly lifted.

Zhao Mengmeng didn't want to either, and immediately swung the fishing rod towards Xue Jing.

"Hey, what are you, the customer?" The owner of the fishing rod shop was shocked.

"Look carefully at his face, he is a wanted criminal!" Zhao Meng didn't have time to explain, Xue Jingyi avoided him as expected with his flick, and was quickly caught by the hook .

"My God! It's true!" The recent news was so loud that the owner of the fishing rod shop naturally recognized this face after being reminded.So he immediately hid in the warehouse and locked it up.Zhao Meng only hoped that he would not forget to call the police when he was inside.

As soon as Xue Jing held the fishhook, he made several laps on his palm with his other hand.Zhao Meng immediately pulled the fishing rod, trying to use the pulling force to cut his palm completely off by the fishing line.

"Naive." Xue Jingyi sneered.The free hand immediately grabbed the fishing line in front and pulled it with Zhao Meng's incomparable strength. "After a while—" Xue Jingyi stared at Zhao Meng's face full of anger and anxiety. "Your head will be cut off by the thread." This immature face showed a crazy expression.

"You bastard, why did you kill so many people!?" After being dragged a step forward by the thread, Zhao Meng simply let go of his hand and jumped into the counter, flipping tools constantly.

And Xue Jingyi was not in a hurry, instead he used the fishing line to wrap the handle of the gate over and over again.Trying to block here.After doing this, he ran towards Zhao Meng who was still turning.He jumped from the counter and landed in front of Zhao Meng in an instant.

"I was born to kill people." That originally handsome face gradually changed.The originally immature skin immediately rotted and cracked, and bursts of stench emanated from it.Those eyes also became chaotic, and they stared fixedly at Zhao Meng's face with an unbelievable expression.

"You..." Zhao Meng firmly held the screwdriver that he turned over just now in his hand, and took a step back with his hands on the ground.

It is more appropriate to call it a monster than a human being.Its hands were stretched and dragged to the ground in an instant, and its body kept opening the raincoat, with its back up and its limbs down, with dark green mucus mixed all over its body.

The monster's hand swung towards the side display case like a whip, and the glass shattered to the ground in a flash.A fishing rod is already in its hand.

"It's time to fish." It stretched its neck and looked at Zhao Meng playfully.Let Zhao Meng stand up and run wildly in the store.

In the forty square storefront, Zhao Meng ran to the other side farthest from the monster.Knowing why the other party didn't chase after him, he couldn't easily give up hope.

"It's "Seven Days of Cursive Script"!" Zhao Meng finally realized it at this time.Why, someone would go out of their way to kill their innocent brother.And now, this person is going to kill himself again.

The monster didn't respond to him, it just held the fishing rod horizontally and was ready to throw it.

Zhao Meng looked around warily, looking for something useful.And when the monster's hand flicked towards Zhao Meng, the cross-cutting screen that was invisible to the naked eye made him squat down subconsciously.

Ping ping ping ping bang, the sound of many things being overturned and broken came from the ground.Already the horror echoed the laughter.

Why is there no knife in this shop! ?

Zhao Meng knelt and crawled on the ground, constantly lying forward, trying to find a knife that could separate the tangled thread at the door.

"Where are the fish?"

As the fishing line was retracted, the swift and violent hook was thrown an inch in front of Zhao Meng's eyes.Shocked, his whole body froze.

"Not here?"

Once entangled by that fishhook, the consequences would be disastrous.This must have meant game over for monsters.

Zhao Meng retreated unwillingly, carefully not letting herself make any movement.

Sure enough, the bait was thrown not far ahead again.The two swings took no more than 10 seconds. In such a short time, Zhao Meng had no chance of finding the tool and leaving smoothly.The anxious mood made him break out in a cold sweat.

In this already messy room.Zhao Meng stared at the surroundings with bated breath, her heart pounding like it was about to jump out of her throat.

What exactly is its weakness?

The flustered emotions made Zhao Meng unable to calm down.He crawled forward quickly and desperately, and the hook landed behind where he stopped just now.That arc, like a water snake swimming fast in the water, is dangerous, thrilling and swift.

Calm down, Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng kept hinting to himself psychologically.Every "Seven Days of Cursive Script" stipulates that ghosts and ghosts that make the book holder have no way out can be created directly.Then the monster in the raincoat in front of him must have his own weaknesses.So he can only calm down and find a way out at this moment.

Outside the store, showers of rain fell crazily to the ground, and gusty winds swept past.The rain splashed against the door, and the glass was covered with a white mist.

Zhao Meng raised his head suddenly.

Wait, a raincoat?

Do monsters need to wear raincoats?

Zhao Meng suddenly thought of the setting that he had seen at Bai Yunxing before.

His possessing ghost is afraid of water.

The ghost in front of me is also afraid of water, right?Or, just simply afraid of the rain?

Zhao Meng recalled it carefully, since it came in, it seems that it has never had direct physical contact with itself.But now Zhao Meng was covered in rain-soaked clothes.

When the bait landed close to him again, Zhao Meng decided to take a gamble.After all, he was in such a small place, and he was really desperate to meet this guy.

"Damn monster, I'm here!" Zhao Meng stood up, and in the blink of an eye, the fishing rod was thrown at him.Reach for a screwdriver.Together with the index finger, the flesh was torn open.

"The fish is hooked."

The monster's face showed a look of extreme excitement, and with its other hand it grabbed a piece of broken glass from the ground.

"It's time to scale the fish."

In the deep voice, there is a bloody message.