Chapter 207 Ghosts don’t have to celebrate festivals?
“Do…do…do…”
There was a strange knock on the bathroom door, and blood was flowing under the crack of the door. It was hard to imagine what was inside.
The woman lying on the ground didn't know where she got the strength from, but she gritted her teeth, got up, and ran downstairs desperately.
Perhaps it was the will to survive that stimulated her potential.
The woman walked very fast at this moment, quickly reached the door, opened it, rushed out with the speed of a 100-meter champion, and ran forward madly along the loess road.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong.
I turned my head and took a look.
On the security window of the toilet on the lower floor of my house, a man was poking the door with a wooden stick.
The woman's pupils dilated little by little, as if she realized something, and she ran away quickly.
"Bang!"
The door of my house was slammed shut.
"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..." The woman froze in place, her heart filled with fear, panic, despair, and regret. All these emotions intertwined, almost driving her crazy.
At this moment, she finally understood everything.
The ghost did not go in.
Instead, he lost his composure and was frightened by the other party and ran out of the house.
"Bang! Bang! Bang~~"
At this moment, the sound of something dragging across the ground was heard, and when it came into contact with the gravel, a harsh impact sound was made.
The woman looked up and couldn't help but shrink her pupils.
A black figure had a sack hanging around his waist, and inside it was what looked like a round object.
He lowered his head, his expression grim, and slowly walked over, dragging a hammer. A little girl with a wooden face hung on the hammer, constantly emitting faint laughter...
Such a scene.
It's so weird and terrifying.
The woman's blood was almost running cold, and she retreated in panic: "Don't come over... Don't come over, don't..."
Although the other party was dragging something, his speed was much faster than hers.
In a few blinks of an eye, he was in front of the woman.
He even grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and waved a hand to silently greet him. This action was extremely strange.
He waved his hands, which were covered in blood.
Few women can imagine.
Before, the other party was outside, banging on his door and windows frantically.
"Don't be afraid, death is a festival that is bound to come."
"Today is your holiday, you should be happy."
"Come, smile, and leave your best side to the world."
The other party spoke as he approached.
The woman staggered and retreated desperately. Hearing these crazy words, the fear in her heart increased little by little.
"Laugh! Why aren't you laughing? Laugh!"
"Don't you laugh during the holidays? Laugh! Laugh out loud!"
The man suddenly became hysterical, his emotions seemed to be extremely excited, the hammer in his hand faintly exuded a bloody smell, the face of the little girl on it began to become hideous, and his laughter echoed around, stirring up gusts of cold wind.
The woman was so frightened by this sudden change that she screamed and fell to the ground. She quickly used her hands and feet to frantically crawl backwards, shouting: "Don't come over, please, don't come over...Ahhh~!"
The trembling scream reflected the woman's helplessness at the moment.
It's a pity that the murderer has no mercy on women.
The man's smile widened. "Don't laugh, just scream. Scream and wail as much as you want, and celebrate your...last holiday!"
Talk at the same time.
The sledgehammer was raised high, casting a shadow, and the overwhelming sense of oppression made people terrified.
"Bang!!!"
The woman's legs were hit and turned into a bloody mess in an instant.
But after a scream, her face covered in sweat, she suddenly calmed down, and her expression, which had been frightened and stupid, became more terrifying little by little.
Horrible scars appeared on her body.
The strong smell of blood filled the air.
A face gradually became distorted, and a strong resentment enveloped the place.
The woman suddenly laughed strangely: "That's not right! I'm a ghost, what am I afraid of?"
"Hahaha, you want to kill me? You want to kill a dead person?"
Her damaged body floated up little by little, her expression extremely crazy. She wanted the other person to feel the fear she had felt before.
At this moment, she saw the man opposite stuff something into his mouth. Soon his pupils were obscured by a purple light, and a terrifying aura surged out.
"What happened to the ghost?"
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