Your nemesis passed out again

The inside of Yang's villa is not much better than the outside.

The house smelled of mold and urine, the surrounding walls were faded, and the traces of the previous fire could almost be seen, and the dilapidated wooden stairs still creaked when they went up.

The lens of Sen's mobile phone followed Xun Qin and his wife to the platform on the second floor. The chandelier hung by the owner in the photo has been replaced with a ceiling lamp, which is covered with dust. The internal filament may have been damaged after so many years of storage. , the only light came from Sen's conscientious flashlight.

"This is the place where the owner hanged himself. According to the information of Yang's villa, the second room you walk in is the place where the owner's wife and daughter were burned to death." Xun Qin said solemnly, his expression was Gang Jing's remarks have not been very good-looking: "Next, I will play with my lover in the room where the owner's daughter and wife were burned to death."

Wang Wen, who had no sense of presence behind her, expressed her opinion timidly. Before she could speak, she was dismissed by Xun Qin's sullen aura today.

Xun Qin pushed open the door of the room, and Wen Ningshu couldn't help but gasped when he saw the red dress in the corner.

Damn this skill, it adds a psychological burden in the haunted house.

"Next, we will use the pen fairy in this room to recruit the vengeful spirits in this room."

There were more bullet screens than usual, and it was not uncommon for people to explore this place, but Xun Qin, who played the game of summoning spirits, was the first.

For a while, the popularity of the live broadcast room increased, and videos like Tanling could attract the attention of many young people.

Xun Qin took out a piece of paper with words and letters written on it and placed it on the table. Wen Ningshu slowly closed his fists as he watched the pitch-black figure burning by the wall. It's not that they feel uncomfortable because of the lump of charcoal, but the feeling that the spirit body has been watching their every move really makes the back feel chilly.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." Xun Qin said.

Wen Ningshu came back to his senses, deliberately avoiding the eyes of the evil spirit, and set up a pen with Xun Qin.

"It's okay." Wen Ning said.

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my past life, and I am your present life..." Xun Qin muttered silently. He had never played the game of summoning spirits, but the back of the paper had written spells for summoning spirits with water in advance. Resentment is heavy, and this spell can attract ghosts no matter how bad it is.

Xun Qin kept chanting silently, Wen Ningshu saw that pair of scorched black hands like carbon placed between the two of them, Wen Ningshu's breath was stagnant, and he turned his head to the spirit body that was as tall as them, but painted blood red His eyes fixed on Wen Ningshu.

The penetrating coldness can already be felt on the skin.

"Here it comes." Wen Ningshu whispered, the hand holding the pen was suddenly pulled hard, facing a word yes.

"Are you the master of this room?" Xun Qin asked, the pen in his hand moved around and finally stopped.

"She is the hostess of this house." Wen Ningshu looked into those eyes, and could even hear the sound of electric current in his ears: "She is looking at me now."

"Don't look at her! Close your eyes!"

The four legs of the table collapsed, and even the phone could feel the abnormal amplitude. The bullet screen was more lively than before. Some people even said that they saw a piece of red cloth in the corner of the wall just now, and it disappeared soon before they could be seen clearly. .

Zhaoling's pen fell to the ground, Wen Ningshu squatted down to pick up the pen, and when he raised his head again to look at Xun Qin, his expression was completely different from before.

"Little white rabbit." Xun Qin said.

Wen Ningshu didn't answer and slowly stood up from the ground, his face was terrifyingly pale.

Xun Qin took out the black dog's blood lipstick in his trousers bag, and slowly approached Wen Ningshu. Before he could drive away the ghost that had invaded Wen Ningshu's body, Wen Ningshu was holding a wooden splinter in his hand. Facing Xun Qin's throat, his bony hand was cut by a wooden thorn, and the red blood stained the wood. His eyes watched Xun Qin slowly back away.

"There is something to discuss, let him go first."

"They asked you to drive us away, didn't they? Didn't they harm us enough?" The wooden thorn in the hand of 'Wen Ning Shu' pointed at Xun Qin who was emotional, and behaved like a man with unstable nerves. Looking at Xun Qin as she stepped back, she shook her head: "I won't let you succeed..."

"Calm down, everything can be solved, let him go."

"What do you want to do with the hand you hide behind? Do you want me to be out of my wits?!"

Xun Qin raised his hands. If it was someone else, he could have dealt with it easily, but now that the female ghost has resonated with Wen Ningshu's magnetic field, Xun Qin didn't dare to do it at all, for fear that it would cause irreparable damage if the fish died and the net was broken.

"I have no threat now, let him go."

'Wen Ningshu' shook his head, and the wooden awl in his hand pointed at Xun Qin's throat again: "You are all liars, if you don't die, you may hurt me at any time!"

The wooden awl in his hand was about to stab Xun Qin, when he pulled it back with a force, Wen Ningshu pressed his lower lip tightly, and took two hurried steps back. The moment the body was stuck to the ground, Xun Qin rushed forward subconsciously, grabbed Wen Ningshu, and pushed Wen Ningshu to the ground with force. His back hit the ground, and Xun Qin could not help but gasp in pain. Take a breath.

Sen and Wang Wen, who came to Tanling at the same time, one still insisted on the essential work of filming, and the other covered their eyes timidly and looked at them safe and sound.

The barrage kept asking about the situation of Xun Qin and Wen Ningshu, and Sen, as a camera crew, could do his duty to ask.

"Are you guys all right down there?"

"What a fart! Did you fucking watch the fun just now?" Xun Qin put his arm around Wen Ningshu's shoulders and shouted unhappily towards the top.

"I'm abiding by professional ethics! What's more, you can't fall to your death..."

Xun Qin rolled his eyes at Sen, and lowered his head to check Wen Ningshu's injuries. After Sen hurriedly told the audience watching the live broadcast to deal with the accident, he hurriedly turned off the live broadcast, and jumped lightly from the second floor to the first floor downstairs.

"Didn't you care about him? Just now I saw that you were about to cry." Sen insisted on using his ID to relieve other people's worries. From the beginning of the hostile camp, he wanted to help Wen Ningshu win favor in front of Xun Qin.

Xun Qin's body froze, and he put his hands on Wen Ningshu's chest. With a calm heartbeat, Xun Qin turned his eyes to Wen Ningshu's pale face.

"It's none of your business. It's a good thing that he just passed out because of the evil spirit. If anything happens, you can wash it up and bury him with him today." Xun Qin said angrily.

"Threat me at every turn, to be honest, you are tempted, right?"

"When will I need you to take care of my affairs?" Xun Qin said angrily.

Sen curled his lips: "We are the same blood relatives, do you need to always be at odds with me? We have been together for hundreds of years, why didn't you have such a bad personality before."

"Because you never betrayed me before." Xun Qin put his arms around Wen Ningshu, and squeezed a chuckle between his lips: "You should know that if it weren't for this blood relationship, I wouldn't know anything about the castle at all." will forgive you."