Chapter 392: Weird Talk about Fengyang Hotel Rules (10)
Don't let fear rule you...
So all the weird things just now were just their imagination?
The young man's words seemed to wake everyone up.
But the answer was still somewhat abstract. Although they understood it, they still looked at a loss.
After all, facing the unknown... who can resist not imagining?
Time slipped away minute by minute. Yu Huo was getting impatient and winked at Tian Guihua: "So boring, I'm leaving now."
After saying this, he stepped into the darkness without waiting for the other party to answer.
Everyone stared intently at the silent darkness outside the door, but the other party seemed to be swallowed up by the thick darkness in front of them, without making any sound, and even his life or death was unknown.
The lame man frowned and thought for a moment, then checked the survivor information in the background.
Only then did I realize that two IDs on the copy list had turned into a dull gray.
He turned around and looked at the male anchor who was still swallowing mechanically in the restaurant, his brows furrowed as if he could pinch a fly to death.
"There are currently six surviving anchors."
The middle-aged woman exclaimed when she heard this: "He's dead?"
The lame man was not sure and looked at Tian Guihua who was still hesitating not far away.
Tian Guihua received the other party's questioning eyes, was silent for a few seconds, and said slowly: "Husband."
Everyone: “…?”
The lame man's face changed drastically, and he immediately jumped back on one foot: "I'm not, I don't have it, I'm single, don't talk nonsense."
Tian Guihua curled her lips speechlessly: "I mean, that guy's ID is 轑公, and that character is pronounced 'lǎo'."
Everyone: “…Huh?!”
——I live in Bengbu.
——Pfft, I have to say, this ID is really cool.
——（Lame Man: What should I call him? It’s really difficult.）
——Hahahaha, why is the person above still dubbing?
After a brief silence, the lame man finally closed his mouth, which was wide open in surprise, and said, "He's still alive."
Tian Guihua heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this: "Then let's try it too?"
After she finished speaking, she stepped into the darkness without waiting for anyone to comment.
At the same time, her vision was swallowed by darkness, as if she had entered another parallel dimension. She even seemed to have lost half of the slightly heavy breathing of the people behind her. Apart from the sound of her own footsteps, she seemed to be unable to hear anything.
Tian Guihua's raised foot stopped in mid-air, her heartbeat began to quicken little by little, and the swallowing sound sounded like thunder in her ears.
The more unknown, the more frightening it was, so she began to have wild thoughts uncontrollably.
In an instant, a sticky tentacle slowly brushed past her arm, its roaming area forming an arc in her brain. Tian Guihua screamed in fear, and her feet seemed to be injected with infinite power, and she rushed out suddenly...
Ning An now felt that his body temperature was getting higher and higher. The waiter who was holding his hand had a palm as cold as ice. He followed the other party through the dark and echoing corridor. His heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand and lifted high.
Ning An endured the drowsy feeling and bravely asked, "How much longer will it take?"
The waiter laughed, his voice sharp and uncomfortable: "Almost there."
A few seconds later, a strong white light rushed into his eyes. Ning An covered his eyes to avoid it, breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart finally began to slowly calm down.
The hand holding his suddenly loosened, and the high heels took a few quick steps forward, gradually walking away.
The next second, a cold yet familiar voice came from the front: "Welcome to the restaurant of Fengyang Hotel. Hello, are you alone?"
Ning An quickly moved his hand that was blocking the strong light away, and his eyes instantly met the waiter's half-smile.
He began to shiver, but he didn't feel cold. He just felt like his whole body was on fire, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
He didn't know where the anchors who had been in the restaurant had gone. A huge panic spread all over him, making him feel isolated and helpless.
Just when he was at a loss, his eyes finally caught sight of the person in the corner who was eating.
Just then, the anchor raised her head, with blood at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes strangely turned dark, with only a black outline the size of a grain of rice hanging in it. Her terrifying appearance seemed even scarier than the female ghost in front of her.
Ning An was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run away.
The moment he took a step, the darkness outside the door seemed to be lit up, and in the dim color, he saw the gray faces inside.
They all held a bowl in their hands, and the curves of their lips looked as if they were carved out of a mold, exactly the same.
"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"
The sudden roar almost blew the roof off the room. The waiter hurried forward, raised his hand and said with a smile: "Quiet, the meal will be served in half an hour."
As she spoke, she turned and looked at him, as if she was staring at a prey, her malice particularly obvious.
Ning An's lips trembled, and he changed direction and ran towards the kitchen. The sound of his high heels hitting the ground behind him was as urgent as the beat of drums.
Ning An went into the cabinet without thinking.
Just as he hid himself, the door to the kitchen was pushed open again.
Through the cabinet, Ning An could still hear the heels hitting the ground hard. The female ghost seemed to be looking for him.
Ta-da, da-da, da-da-da...
The rhythm was getting faster and faster, and the sound was getting closer and closer, as if it was coming towards his hiding place. Jiang An shivered and curled himself up tightly. In a panic, he grabbed a tablecloth and subconsciously covered himself with it, not daring to move.
After a brief silence, a sigh was heard from outside the cabinet, followed by an inaudible murmur that seemed to pass through the gap in the cabinet door.
"It's almost overcooked and the taste will deteriorate."
What does it taste like?
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Ning An always feels that there seems to be a lingering burnt smell in this cabinet.
He quickly clutched the tablecloth covering himself, subconsciously holding his breath, praying that the other party would leave quickly and not let her discover him.
But contrary to expectations, the cabinet door was opened almost instantly.
He used up almost all of his energy to suppress the scream that was about to burst out of his throat, and dared not move.
Fortunately, the waiter didn't have much patience. He just took a quick look and closed the cabinet again.
After a few seconds, she raised her voice, her voice threatening: "Come out, there's no use hiding."
"Don't bother, you can't get away."
"Wouldn't it be better if you just stayed in the restaurant and became ingredients?"
Ning An was so nervous that his whole body felt like it was on fire, and he was extremely anxious.
At this moment, footsteps were heard again outside the cabinet. Through the tiny gap, he saw a figure quickly walking out of the open door.
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