Chapter 489: Scorched

Chapter 489: Scorched Black

After receiving this result, Izzy withdrew her resignation in frustration. She had to continue working for three months to maintain her life in the city during the next period of time.

"I can only resign after the approval is given."

Izzy returned to the rental house, entered the bedroom, and locked the door.

Since her roommate disappeared, Izzy has locked her bedroom door every time she returns to it.

She threw the application receipt and other documents on the cabinet beside the bed, and then lay down on the 1.2-meter-wide single bed.

But as soon as she lay down, she sat up again.

"Huh, it's so hot. Why do I always feel so dry lately?"

Izzy sat up and tugged at his collar.

It is now the end of September and the weather has turned cooler from the previous hot period, but she has become more afraid of heat.

It felt like there was a fire burning in her body at all times, making her feel upset and restless.

Just as Izzy was thinking about whether to take a shower in the public bathroom, she suddenly heard strange noises coming from the next room.

It was like someone was dragging their feet next door, and the soles of their shoes made a long, harsh friction sound against the ground.

Izzy's hand, which was shaking his collar, stopped instantly.

She didn't dare move her body, and her eyes turned to the wall adjacent to the next door.

"What, what's going on? Why is there a sudden noise next door?"

The walls inside the room here are relatively thin, so in the past, if you made a little noise, your roommates might hear it.

But it was the first time that Izzy heard footsteps as if someone was walking next door.

"Could it be that someone new has moved in, and the landlady hasn't had time to tell me yet?"

Thinking of this, Izzy's stiff body gradually softened.

"Really? Shouldn't I be told before someone else moves in?" Izzy's hands continued to tug at his collar, relieving the heat radiating from the inside out.

Although a little impatient and unhappy, she still stood up and prepared to meet her new roommate.

Even though they probably only spent three months together afterwards.

However, just as Izzy stood up, the communicator in the corner rang.

This communicator was usually placed in the living room, but since Izzy was the only one living there, she moved it to the table in the bedroom for convenience.

When the pleasant ringtone of the communicator rang, the footsteps next door suddenly stopped.

Izzy didn't notice this and picked up the communicator.

"Hello."

"Izzy, the room next to yours has been rented out today."

It turned out to be the landlady.

She is said to be the landlady, but in fact she is only responsible for renting out the house, and the real owner is unknown.

"Yes, I understand."

"Ah? You know? Well, he should move in tonight, but he doesn't have a key. Since you're at home, please open the door for him."

The footsteps from next door sounded again.

Izzy's hand holding the communicator was shaking a little. "You, you mean, he hasn't moved in yet?"

"Of course. If anyone else moves in, I will definitely tell you first."

Izzy said no more.

"Hello...Hello?" The landlady's doubtful voice came. After several times without any response from Izzy, the other party mumbled and turned off the communicator.

Izzy still held the communicator in his hand, frozen in place.

If it wasn't the new tenant next door, who could it be? Her ears stood up like a rabbit, listening intently to the footsteps next door.

The kind of footsteps that are so long, as if one can't lift one's feet.

The sound came from behind the wall beside Izzy, and moved slowly towards the door, and then...

"squeak."

The door was well maintained and made only a slight sound when it was opened. Normally, Izzy couldn't hear this sound, but for some reason today, she heard it particularly clearly.

Then she heard the footsteps approaching her bedroom door.

As Izz stared stiffly, the door handle turned slowly.

Just like the day her roommate disappeared.

Exactly the same.

Izzy didn't dare to move, for she was afraid that her movement would trigger something even more terrible.

"My door is locked. People outside can't open it. If they can't open it, they will leave, right?"

However, the door handle that had only been twisted a few times last time turned faster and faster this time, and it turned more and more violently! Several of the screws used to fix it were obviously shaking, and then the door handle turned even faster.

The door lock and door frame made a high-frequency knocking sound, which seemed to hit Izzy's heart! Suddenly!

The sound disappeared.

The door handle no longer turned, but just hung loosely on the door.

"Have the people outside left?" Izzy still held the communicator tightly in his hand, almost crushing the shell.

However, the sound of footsteps that she expected to leave never came.

"Is that person still standing behind the door?"

At this moment, the communicator in Izzy's hand suddenly rang again.

Izzy's hands shook and she almost dropped the communicator. In her panic, she wanted to press the close button but accidentally pressed the answer button.

The landlady's voice sounded again.

"Izzy, your new roommate is here now. He can't open the door. How about I ask him to knock on the door and you open it?"

As the landlady spoke, there was a knock on the door.

Izzy slammed the communicator shut.

She heard someone knocking on her bedroom door.

Moreover, the same knocking sound was heard from the communicator, which had a delay of several seconds in information transmission.

"This must be a dream, right?" Izz was already numb with fear. "If it is a dream, please let me wake up quickly."

The knock on the door only happened once and then died down, as if the person outside was politely waiting for the girl to open the door.

"Yes, I locked the door, and no one outside can get in."

Izzy felt her throat was so dry it felt like it was burning. She wanted to drink a sip of water, but she still didn't dare to move.

Just when she couldn't help but turn her head to look for the water cup on the table, she saw a dark shadow approaching her left face little by little.

The people outside... are coming in? !!! "Ah!!!!"

Izzy couldn't hold back any longer and screamed so loudly that the sound almost pierced through the doors and windows.

…

"ah!!!!!"

Just as Thor was about to lower his head to check the evil spirit in his hand, he was startled by a scream from behind the door.

"What's going on? Is there another evil spirit in there?"

Thor immediately reached out and twisted the lock of the door in front of him gently, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Inside the room, Izzy fell backward limply, and Xiaozao was wrapped around her waist to prevent her from falling.

At this time, when Thor came in, Xiaozao raised her head and looked at Thor helplessly.

"Well, it's not your fault. She's just too nervous." Thor recalled the situation when he first came to this room and comforted Xiaozao who was feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

At that time, Thor came to Izzy's rental house and used the "Silent Portal" to open the door directly. When he raised his eyes, he saw a black shadow kneeling outside one of the doors.

Looking closely, the shadow was not kneeling, but a charred corpse. Because both feet had melted away, it could only move a little bit by relying on its knees.

The other person also had no hands, and was pressing his uneven, charred skull against the handle of the bedroom door.

It was a newborn evil spirit.

Thor said nothing, and swung out his tentacles, tearing the opponent in half almost immediately. Then he took out the round-bottomed bottle that sealed the evil spirit and put the already immobile evil spirit into it.

As soon as he finished all this, he was startled by a scream in the room and almost broke the bottle he had just filled.

After comforting Xiaozao, Thor walked over and prepared to put the unconscious girl on the bed.

As a result, when he grabbed the girl's wrist and wanted to pull her up, the resistance in his palm suddenly disappeared, and his arm, which was exerting force, was pulled back.

Thor lowered his head, opened his palm, and saw that he was holding a wrinkled flesh-colored "glove".

On the opposite side, the skin on the left hand of the girl who was wrapped by the algae began to break from the wrist.

The flesh that was exposed after she lost her skin looked like a carbonized corpse...

Shriveled and burnt!

Knocking on the door and asking for monthly tickets!

(End of this chapter)

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