Chapter 393: Weird Talk about Fengyang Hotel Rules (XI)
Clang——
The door was slammed shut with a loud bang.
The kitchen became quiet again. After waiting for a long time, Ning An dared to move his shoulders slightly and start thinking with his swollen head.
When he came back here, the waiter took him through the wall, so is the exit also behind the wall?
Thinking of the ghosts holding bowls and chopsticks outside the restaurant, Ning An felt that the longer he stayed in this restaurant, the more dangerous it would be.
Really, if I had known earlier, I would have stayed with everyone.
Was there water in his brain just now?
He curled his lips in annoyance and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the movement outside the cupboard.
After several minutes, the female ghost showed no intention of coming back.
Ning An gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try!
He pushed aside the tablecloth covering his head and pushed open the cabinet door gently with trembling hands.
Huh—huh—huh—
There was nothing outside the door. Ning An relaxed briefly, gasping for breath. His back was soaked with sweat, and the cold wind made it wet and cold.
Then he looked up and saw the closed window, and his relaxed expression froze instantly.
The window is not open, so where does this cold wind come from?
Ning An's heart tightened, he took a deep breath and slowly turned his head.
He just faced a familiar yet terrifying face!!!
The waitress ghost's head was suspended in the air, blowing air into his neck.
There was a blank space under the bloody neck of the other person, which was creepy at first glance.
At this moment, the corners of her mouth were raised high, and transparent liquid was oozing out of them. The minced meat between her teeth emitted a layer of rancid smell, and those eyes without eyeballs...
I just stood there motionless, not knowing how long I watched him.
Under great fear, Ning An felt as if his throat was blocked by an unpeeled walnut and he couldn't make a sound.
But the sound of the door rang again at this time. Ning An's mind went blank and he subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound with his peripheral vision.
He saw a headless body walking straight in, and the head in front of him surrounded him from the front and the back, as if blocking all his ways of survival.
Looking at the person who couldn't move, the waiter maliciously brought his extremely terrifying face closer and chuckled.
"I got you~"
The white light grew brighter, reflecting in the thick darkness outside the window, making the visibility through the window glass extremely high.
It was also at this moment that Ning An finally saw his face clearly.
The person reflected in the glass had a dark face, and his skin was covered with dense grooves. Sparks could be seen faintly jumping between the dark grooves, and the smell of burning could no longer be ignored, becoming more and more intense.
Only then did he realize it and look at his bare arms under his short-sleeved shirt, only to see that the skin there was also covered with grooves, as if it had lost all its moisture.
At this moment, the walnut stuck in his throat seemed to slide into his esophagus, finally opening his throat and giving him an outlet for his screams.
"ah--!!!"
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On this side, Tian Guihua didn't know how long she had been running. It seemed like she had been running for a long time, but it also seemed like she had only run a few steps.
The dazzling light seemed to break through the darkness at this moment and penetrate through the thin eyelids.
Just before she wanted to open her eyes, she felt her head was blocked by something soft and warm, and short gasps sounded from her ears.
Tian Guihua stopped and opened her eyes belatedly, only to find that the wallpaper with light-colored totems was very close.
She seemed to realize something, and her eyes slowly drifted upwards.
Only then did she realize that there was a slender, white hand between her forehead and the wall.
Soon, a familiar yet unremarkable sneer came from the side.
"Sister, is your head made of iron?"
Tian Guihua blinked, then immediately straightened up and said seriously, "No, my head is made of flesh."
The young man who saved her life heard this and nodded seriously while rubbing the back of his red hand: "I can see it's made of meat, there's not a single wrinkle on it."
Tian Guihua: "...What do you mean?"
The young man smiled slightly and raised his head: "It's nothing, I was just praising you for being smart."
Tian Guihua hugged her arms, feeling a little cold, and shuddered subconsciously: "Is that so?"
"Yes." Yu Huo clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then lazily turned his gaze to the other party. After seeing Tian Guihua's extremely pale face, his brows slightly furrowed.
"You won't be thinking about those messy things again when you come out, right?"
Tian Guihua leaned against the wall exhausted and sighed, "I know I shouldn't let my imagination run wild, but... I just can't control myself."
Yu Huo also sighed: "Forget it, let me ask you something, have you seen the temptation to return to the village?"
Tian Guihua looked puzzled. After a long pause, she finally caught on to the other person's train of thought and asked tentatively, "That play seems to be called Temptation of Going Home, right?"
Yu Huo said, "Yo!" "You know?"
"Well, I watched a few episodes with my mom..."
Yu Huo nodded: "Then do you know Bao Lian?"
Tian Guihua blinked: "I know."
Yu Huo was satisfied. He touched the other person's hair, which was not even split, and concluded: "She is smarter than you."
Tian Guihua: “…”
——Hahahaha, Brother Lang’s mouth is really poisonous. He takes advantage of such a beautiful girl when he should, and harms her when he should, without mercy at all.
——I don’t know why, but Brother Lang always gives me the feeling that he is both awesome and unreliable.
——You are not alone upstairs.
——I want to see him die, seriously, no kidding.
——I also want to see him die, really pretend to die.
——You two should go to hell! He's just pretending to be dead, but he's also really handsome...
——What’s the point of being handsome? No, guard, male, morality! (Are you really hungry.jpg)
Maybe Yu Huo was too calm, and the malicious barrage of comments gradually returned to normal because no one cooperated.
Yu Huo paid no attention to these things. He helped Tian Guihua into the elevator. After they reached their floor, Yu Huo asked her worriedly, "Can you do it by yourself?"
Tian Guihua was silent for a few seconds and answered honestly: "No."
Yu Huo sighed, looking at her unable to even hold the room card steadily, he kindly took it and swiped it to open the door for her.
The furnishings in the next room are the same as Yu Huo's room. In addition, even the positions of the two measuring instruments on the wall are exactly the same.
Yu Huo glanced at it and saw that the decibel meter was 41, and the other one was... 72.
Seeing he wasn't leaving, Tian Guihua curiously followed his gaze and exclaimed, "Huh?" "It was 91 when I got here, how come it suddenly became 72? Could this be the San value the ghost girl mentioned?"
Yu Huo lowered his eyelashes when he heard this, as if he remembered something, and suddenly said, "Should we go find the manager and ask him to help you get an eye patch?"
Tian Guihua opened her eyes wide after his reminder: "Yes, if the rules say so, then the blindfold must be useful!"
The two turned around and walked out of the room again, heading towards the elevator. Since it had not been long, the elevator was still at their floor.
Yu Huo reached out and pressed the down button, and the elevator opened instantly.
He supported Tian Guihua as he walked in and pressed the light and closed button.
The elevator door slowly closed, and just as it was about to close, it paused for a moment and then slowly opened again.
Tian Guihua looked at the empty corridor outside the elevator door and held her breath for some reason.
Just when Yuhuo wanted to raise his hand to press the light button again, a figure "floated" out from the left.
Yu Huo looked at the other person's bright red dress, his fingers hovering over the button without moving.
Just as he was hesitating, the woman walked in. Her waist-length hair was blown by the wind coming in through the corridor window, revealing the sharp kitchen knife in her hand.
The blade of the kitchen knife was thinly coated with sticky blood.
Tian Guihua looked at the other person's long hair and suddenly remembered the strand of black hair that came out from the crack in the door.
Length! Exactly the same as this person! !!!
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