Unlimited cheating in the horror world

Chen Lu walked to Dapeng's bedside, and found that the man's eyes were open, but his eyes seemed to be dimmed, and his breathing was very light.

Zhao Zhou handed over mineral water from behind, and Chen Lu opened the lid, poured a little into the lid, and then poured it into Dapeng's slightly opened mouth.

Fortunately, Dapeng still knows how to drink water, and his eyes gradually regained his senses.

Chen Lu frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you, you don't have any food or water on you?"

Dapeng was silent at first, and then he spoke after a while, but his voice was hoarse: "There is something in my room all the time, and it won't let me go at night."

Chen Lv immediately looked at Zhao Zhou, who only slightly raised his eyebrows, motioning to continue talking to Dapeng.

Chen Lu also asked him patiently: "Who is looking for you?"

Dapeng seemed to be remembering something terrible, and his whole body was shaking, "The one who killed Xiaohao, it keeps running around in my room at night, it won't let me go, won't let me go..."

Dapeng began to repeat the last few words, looking dumbfounded.

As for the one who killed Xiaohao, besides the ghost in this village, who else could be.

Unexpectedly, he has been pestering Dapeng, no wonder they have been fine these days.

It was also pitiful to see people, Zhao Zhou did not pass the bread, but re-gives the slightly warm soft pastry, although I don't know if it is okay to eat this in Dapeng's state, but the taste is better than the bread.

Chen Lu put the round pastry in Dapeng's hand, "If you were going to die, you might have died long ago. You don't have to wait until today, just eat something when you have strength. I'll put this water here for you. Your spirit soil from before We took it, if you need it, I will leave some for you then."

Chen Lu said this without any pressure in his heart, and Dapeng, as he thought, didn't care about the fact that the spiritual soil was taken away.

Seeing that Dapeng didn't speak, Chen Lu got up and left with Zhao Zhou.

After going out, Chen Lu closed the door, curiously asked his companion in a low voice: "If he has been pestered all the time, why is there nothing wrong with him? Is there any talisman paper jade pendant for protection?"

The two of them were on a mission once, and they saw people in the mission world, when they were attacked by ghosts, the amulets on their bodies blocked the attack, thus saving a life.

They also noticed that this so-called mission world might be a certain area of ​​another real world. They appeared here, and no one would doubt their identities and origins.

There are more than these supernatural tasks that can be harvested in this world, there is also the possibility of randomly obtaining props. Being able to pick up props for free is to save a sum of points.

Zhao Zhou: "I don't know, it may be other reasons, let's ignore him, he is half dead now, we will wait for the boat to come."

Chen Lu was no longer curious about this matter, and quickly left in front of Dapeng's door.

And after they left, Dapeng wanted to hold on to the pastry in his hands and eat some. Those two people were right, he might not necessarily die, and this ghost never killed him, and didn't even really hurt him.

It's just that it has been scaring him all the time, and he can't sleep every night. Although his eyes are closed, his consciousness is always clear.

I don't know how long it took before Dapeng wanted to raise his hand, but before he could sit down, he heard footsteps in the room.

Come, come, come again!

Isn't it daytime now? He remembered that when the two men opened the door, it was still bright outside.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to look at the window, which was blocked by curtains, but there was still light coming in through the window.

That's right, it was daytime, but didn't that thing come at night?

Did he come to kill him?

Thinking of this possibility, Dapeng struggled to get up, but it seemed that a thousand catties of stones weighed on his body, and he couldn't even lift his head let alone his body.

Soon his eyelids became heavier, and the feeling of drowsiness gradually deepened as the number of blinks became slower and slower.

It was obvious that he was sleepy when his eyes were open, but when they were really closed, the thoughts in his mind instantly became clear.

Footsteps sounded from the door, walking straight towards him.

Dapeng pretended that he was really sleeping and wanted to let go of his thoughts.

But for the next moment, he couldn't calm himself down, and a cold hand touched his right arm, which was the hand he was holding the pastry.

Dapeng could even clearly feel the long and sharp nails from the elbow all the way down to the wrist.

Are you going to kill yourself?

Forget it, kill him if you want, he has been tortured enough these days.

Maybe it's because he's used to it. He wasn't so afraid at the beginning, and even gave up thinking that after his death, those villagers would put him in the coffin like other corpses, so that he would have a "home" after all.

Just thinking about it like this, he was really sleepy before he knew it, his thoughts began to froze, and then he gradually fell asleep.

And the fingernails scratching back and forth on his arm made a red mark with a little force, but Dapeng didn't respond.

Gradually, the room returned to calm.

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After Shen Congran and Feng Yichen came out, they went straight to the village chief's house. The village chief's house is actually quite easy to find, the tallest and most luxurious one in the village.

In fact, she wanted to go to the home of the mother and son, but Feng Yichen said before that obtaining the spiritual soil is more important.

In this way, they quickly found the house, but the village was also very strange, and no one went out.

The whole village was very quiet, and Shen Congran even wondered if all the villagers here had run away, "It won't be that when I go back that day, all the descendants will leave."

Feng Yichen: "Go and see first."

The two walked quickly to the house. If you say that the building is really rich, the main color of the decoration on the outside is gold, which looks quite magnificent.

They didn't really approach the house directly, they just observed carefully for a while, and found that there was really no movement around.

In the courtyard of the village chief's house, there is a large iron gate with exquisite workmanship, painted a rich golden yellow.

The iron gate was hollowed out, and the situation in the yard could be seen from the outside. When Shen Congran approached, he found that the gate inside was open, which meant that no one had left.

"Are they going to stay in the house all the time?"

Feng Yichen raised his hand to signal her to be quiet, then looked up at the height of the courtyard wall.

Shen Congran grabbed his arm, "Don't think you are going over the wall, there are people inside."

Feng Yichen replied in a low voice: "Just to see."

He wanted to find out where the spirit soil was, but looking outside was not enough.

Before they could say more, the sound of conversation came from the yard.

"I said, the ship will come in a few days, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Village chief, you are not in a hurry, but that brat from Dashi's family comes to my door every day to stare at me, and he doesn't leave even when it rains. Do you think he..."

"Hmph, it's just a baby, what are you afraid of, and you didn't kill his father."

"That's what it says..."

Village Chief Wang quickly interrupted him, "Come on, don't talk about it, we have more important things behind us, what can that pair of orphans and widows do."

Shen Congran could tell that the little boy the villagers were talking about was the son named Dashi in the dream.

It seemed that he really suspected that something was wrong with his father's death, no, it should be certain.