Unlimited cheating in the horror world

Shen Congran continued to follow Young Master Duan, and learned that Chen Ruoshu was just a girl who grew up in a theater troupe. This person was obviously dissatisfied with his background.

After walking a few steps, the scene changed again. This time, he came to Duan's compound. Young Master Duan was sitting in the study and struggling with something, and there was a letter on his desk.

Just as Shen Congran was about to walk over to have a look, he heard someone shout "Feng".

Her first reaction was that someone wanted to call Feng Yichen, this wasn't the voice that appeared in the dream, it was outside.

Shen Congran turned around unconsciously, but he was still in a dream, should he wake up?

After hesitating for a second, she turned her head again, and the letter on the table was gone. Young Master Duan had already written a letter, so she hurried forward to read it.

After reading it, she looked at Young Master Duan in amazement, and Young Master Duan folded up the letter and called the servant to send it away.

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After Dou Tong opened the door to call for help, Feng Yichen heard it, got up quickly and opened the door, but saw that the door opposite was still closed, as if he was still awake.

But he remembered that Shen Congran was not someone who fell into a deep sleep in this environment.

"Shen Congran?" Feng Yichen tried to call out, but there was no response.

Suspecting that the evil spirits had come to her, Feng Yichen hurried to Shen Congran's door and tried to open the door, but it was easily pushed open without any resistance.

And by the light of the living room, he saw Shen Congran sleeping soundly on the bed with a peaceful expression.

After thinking for a while, he closed the door and left directly to visit Dou Tong.

Cheng Zihan had already come to Dou Tong's door with a night light. When he opened the door, he saw Dou Tong lying in a pool of blood. His neck was almost cut in half.

She ran over to look and found that the man was dead. This result made her feel terrified.

Dou Tong is stronger than her, and he has performed at least ten intermediate-level tasks, which he never thought would be included here.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Feixiang and the others gathered at the door, and when they saw someone died, Ling Feixiang didn't say anything harsh. After all, the more people died, the more dangerous their situation was now.

Feng Yichen came over after checking that Shen Congran was not in danger. Seeing the three people gathered at Dou Tong's door, he carefully looked at their expressions.

"excuse me."

After Feng Yichen said, the three of them moved out of the way. After entering, he walked to Dou Tong's body and squatted down. He actually looked at the fatal wound on his neck. Then he looked down and found that his left hand was severed and his right hand was also injured. up.

"This time the shot is fierce, and with the killing of this one, its strength is even stronger."

Cheng Zihan was a little sluggish, "Of course I know that ghost thing is stronger, now I have to find out the truth as soon as possible, and that so-called descendant of the Duan family."

Ling Feixiang, who was at the door, heard Cheng Zihan muttering, and asked, "What truth is there for future generations?"

Cheng Zihan glared at Ling Feixiang angrily, deeply suspecting that this person is a descendant of the Duan family.

Mi Yao also asked in a low voice, "Do you know something, that's why you keep looking for things?"

Feng Yichen and Cheng Zihan ignored her, but Mi Yao heard someone coming from behind.

Looking back, she saw Shen Congran, Mi Yao raised the night light to shine on her, Shen Congran narrowed her eyes slightly, she just woke up, her eyes were still sleepy, Mi Yao felt that this girl seemed more beautiful now than during the day.

"You're fine. I saw you didn't show up just now, so I thought something was wrong."

Shen Congran shook his head, "It's okay, it's just that I was too tired during the day and slept soundly."

After finishing speaking, he entered the room, and when they were talking just now, Cheng Zihan started to look around, and saw the master knife by the bed not far from the corpse.

When Shen Congran came in, she just put away the master knife. In such a dangerous environment, multiple props are of course a good thing.

Shen Congran went straight to Feng Yichen and asked, "You guys came out immediately when you heard the cry for help?"

Feng Yichen moved his hand slightly, and then said calmly: "That's right, but it's still too late, that ghost is stronger, and he strikes fiercely and swiftly."

Shen Congran didn't know what kind of mood he should have. Chen Ruoshu was indeed miserable, but he was already a ghost. No matter what he said, ghosts were different from people.

Ling Feixiang was dumbfounded when he heard it at the door, "Did you all know that there are ghosts here?"

Otherwise, why would he start rummaging through boxes and cabinets the next day, obviously knowing this place very well.

Seeing Ling Feixiang ask such a question, Shen Congran felt that whether he was a descendant of the Duan family had yet to be considered.

Seeing that no one responded, Tang Shun, who had been observing silently from the sidelines, asked, "Then what happened to the descendants of the Duan family that you mentioned, we have no one surnamed Duan here."

Mi Yao suddenly realized, "Ah, isn't this house a Duan house? The descendants of the Duan family refer to the descendants of the owner of this house, and they are the organizers."

In an instant, Shen Congran figured it out, the descendants of the Duan family were the organizers, and the other party used money to lure a few strangers here. Could it be that they really don't know what happened here?

If you don't know, it's understandable to avoid the front yard for decoration. There is nothing to watch there near the door, but why is the back yard still locked?

Before, I always thought that the future generations would be harmed, but are the future generations really innocent?

Cheng Zihan felt that the situation was so bad that these people were still chattering.

Then she seemed to have thought of something, and said to Shen Congran and Feng Yichen: "Why bother looking for clues so hard, find that descendant of the Duan family and ask, maybe you will know what is going on with that ghost."

She was really nervous. This ghost killed two taskers in a row, so he must know how beneficial it is to kill them.

Ling Feixiang became even more anxious when he heard her say this, "You guys should make it clear, what are you still doing without telling the truth, so many people have died."

Seeing this, Feng Yichen looked at Shen Congran's eyes and agreed to tell about the descendants of the Duan family.

After exchanging glances with Feng Yichen, Shen Congran turned around and explained to them: "The person who asked you to come here is also in the team, and should be one of you three."

Ling Feixiang frowned, "Why is it not you, maybe one of you tricked us here with ill intentions."

Shen Congran: "As long as you know that it can't be us, it's intriguing to think about which one of you has behaved. Now if you want to survive, you must find the descendants of the Duan family. The other party may know how to leave here."

In fact, she was just forcing the other two to find the descendant of the Duan family. After all, the three of them often get together to talk. If someone talks or behaves with a tendency to guide each other, I believe they will be aware of it.

Immediately, Ling Feixiang and the three of them looked at each other, but they seemed unable to determine who was the descendant of the Duan family.

No one spoke for a while, and I began to recall everything that happened here, what I said, and what I heard.

Shen Congran watched them make no decision, and said, "Since you know the situation is bad, you'd better get together, it's easier to be attacked alone."

Even if they doubted each other, Ling Feixiang and the three of them still had to live together. Thinking of this, the few of them controlled their expressions.