Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Nan Jing looked at the crack of the door in the dim light.

The eyes of the woman in white had been gouged out, and there were only two black holes in the eyes, which were aimed at the door, and thick black blood flowed out from these two holes.

But if she maintains this posture, she should not be able to see the scene in the room.

Nan Jing stared at the monitor, he didn't make a sound except breathing.

The head of the woman by the door turned left and right through the crack of the door, and the black hole moved accordingly. Her black hair was wet from the spilled blood and sticky into strands, but the woman didn't realize it, and was moving like this. After searching for nothing, the woman in white slowly got up and walked back towards the wooden stairs.

Nan Jing maintained his posture, watching the female ghost on the monitor disappear into the camera's lens range, and the sound of the creaking wooden stairs shaking sounded again.

Click, the woman went up the stairs, it should be the door on the third floor closed.

After 2 minutes, Nam Kyung's breathing gradually stabilized as he watched the monitor returning to the normal scene, his tensed shoulders were lowered, and his eyes were about to move away from the monitor.

But in the next second, a terrifying grimace suddenly appeared on the display screen in the lower right corner of the monitor.

It was an extremely terrifying face. There was a face covered with diaper in the middle of the black hair. The eyes of this face were gouged out and turned into hollows. Inside was wriggling flesh and blood. It flowed out of the hole, and the mouth was cut from the base of the ear, forming a big gaping mouth, which was sewn up with rough thread, and the seam was crooked.

Nan Jing's pupils shrank, and his heart beat violently.

I saw that face "staring" at the camera, getting closer and closer, and the hole-like eyes were getting closer and closer to the camera...

"Bang!"

The camera fell with a loud bang, and the screen in the lower right corner of the monitor went out.

Nan Jing hurriedly took the lamp, and rushed towards the yellow wooden altar. He quickly got the red candle from the yellow wooden altar, took out the candle from his pocket and lit it.

The moment the red candle was lit, Nan Jing gasped for breath, and he saw a figure in white clothes not far from him.

The woman in white went straight into the room. The woman in white raised her head, staring at two black holes in the room. Her embroidered shoes moved slightly, as if she was looking for something.

Nan Jing squatted beside the yellow wooden altar, trying not to let himself breathe loudly.

The woman in white moved, and when she moved to the camera in Nanjing's room, she creaked and bent down, her head stiffly slammed down, and the camera fell in response.

The moment the camera fell, the woman in white suddenly disappeared from his field of vision. Nan Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head suddenly. There was a terrifying grimace at his side, only a finger away from him. .

Nan Jing quickly raised the red candle to shine a light on the woman in white. The sewn up mouth of the woman in white opened suddenly, exuding a foul smell, and the blood flowed down, black and sticky.

The woman in white twisted her knuckles to catch Nan Jing, but Nan Jing bit her lip and held up the candle. As soon as the woman in white got close to the candle, she let out a silent scream, and backed away with creaking joints.

Nan Jing stood up, bit his lips tightly, and held a red candle to force the woman in white to go out the door step by step. When the woman in white just walked out of the door, she took the opportunity to scratch her hands and wanted to rush to Nan Jing again, but was less covered by the candle light shoulders.

Nan Jing suddenly raised the candle and aimed it at the face of the woman in white.

"Ah!" The woman in white screamed shortly, the sewn up mouth leaked out a horrible liquid, the whole face seemed to be melted, and then disappeared in front of Nan Jing's eyes.

Nan Jing held the candle and stood at the door for another minute. After making sure that the woman in white did not appear again, he still firmly held the red candle with his right hand.

Relieved for a moment, Nan Jing lowered his head, the incense burner and rice bowl at the door of his room were well placed, but the red candle that was originally burning was extinguished.

Nan Jing's eyes turned cold. He held up a candle and looked towards the room that was separated from his two rooms. It was Xiao Chen's room. The red candle next to it was burning just right.

Nan Jing squatted down, took out his lighter and lit the candle at the door of his room. The candle light ignited and then went out quickly.

The candles in Xiao Chen's room and those in his own room were replaced.

Nan Jing closed the door with cold eyes. He walked to the bed and took out fruit knives and scissors from his black backpack, and put them directly under his pillow. Don't blame him for being rude.

He dripped the wax oil of the red candle in his hand on the bedside table, and fixed the red candle that Nan Jing found from the drawer of the yellow wooden altar table on the bedside table.

After thinking for a while, Nan Jing went to the yellow wooden altar again, reached out and picked up the fairy portrait, walked to the bed, rolled up the fairy portrait and put it into his black backpack. This Emperor Fengdu might really It has a little deterrent effect on ghosts and gods, so put it away first.

"Knock knock—"

The knock on the door sounded again.

Nan Jing froze for a moment, the knock on the door was no longer so clear, the figure didn't knock on their door just now, but knocked on the door of another room.

The monitor made a slight movement, and Nan Jing turned to look at the monitor.

There was movement on the third screen in the first row of monitors. The camera for this screen was installed in the room of assistant Xiao Chen.

In this picture, the assistant Xiao Chen shrank under the quilt, poked his head out in horror, and asked softly, "Nanjing?"

Nan Jing pursed his lips and looked at the screen on the monitor with cold eyes.

The muffled knock on the door was still ringing, and Xiao Chen seemed to hear someone talking, so he lifted the quilt and sat up, put on slippers, walked towards the door stiffly at an extremely fast speed as if being controlled by something .

Xiao Chen's voice became distorted and unclear after being picked up by the camera, with a slight tremor: "Nanjing, you knocked on my door so late, did you need me for something?"

There seemed to be a candlelight flickering on the far side of the monitor screen.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and the monitor could only see half of Xiao Chen's body. He opened the door, and a trembling and doubtful voice came through the monitor: "Nan Jing, where are you, why are you not here!"

Xiao Chen, who didn't get any response, suddenly realized something. He slammed the door and made a loud closing sound. He dragged his slippers and ran back frantically. Before he could even take off his shoes, he jumped onto the bed and buried himself in the bed In the quilt, the quilt completely enveloped him, shaking like chaff.

The sound outside stopped, and Xiao Chen hid in the quilt in the monitor and did not move again.

This figure seemed to disappear after touching the red candle in Xiaochen's room. What happened, the camera outside the second floor was destroyed, and Nanjing couldn't see it.

The time below the monitor passed by every minute and every second, and 5 minutes passed, and there was no movement outside.

Nan Jing stretched out his hand, touched the water glass on the bedside table, lifted the water glass and knocked it on the cabinet, the water glass knocked and made a crisp sound, after the sound, half a minute later, there was still no movement outside.

"There is no movement, that thing should be gone."

Nan Jing tilted his head and thought for a while, then lifted the quilt and prepared to go to sleep. Anyway, if this female ghost dares to come now, he would dare to fight this ghost with a red candle.

It was five o'clock in the morning, and the morning light had not yet come on, and everyone was fast asleep.

Xiao Chen was sleeping in a daze on the bed. Suddenly, he felt some liquid dripping on his face.

Turning over, Xiao Chen casually wiped his face and continued to sleep. After sleeping for a few minutes, he shivered.

In a daze, Xiao Chen thought, he is sleeping in the room now, how could there be liquid dripping on his face?

This liquid has a fishy smell, is very icy and sticky.

Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, seeing the thing above his head, his pupils dilated in horror, just about to scream, a hand covered with black spots covered his mouth.

At the same time, the room where Nan Jing was.

Nan Jing was fast asleep. He rolled up the quilt and turned over. His face was facing the direction of the monitor. The monitor in his room was glowing. Suddenly, the third picture in the first row of the monitor suddenly went black. Seconds later, the screen turned on, and Xiao Chen who was lying on the bed disappeared into the room. The window of Xiao Chen's room in the monitor was wide open, and the morning light rose in the distance.

Nan Jing was woken up by shouting, when he was fast asleep, there was suddenly a heavy knock on the door outside.

The cameraman yelled in horror outside the door: "Something happened, something happened, Xiao Chen is gone!"