"Walk!"
"Go open the door and let those clothes sellers in!"
As he spoke, he rushed towards the door and pushed it open.
The darkness outside was filled with figures, all holding funeral clothes. At this moment, they were staring at the well behind Zhao Xiaodong with a look of fear on their faces.
After he pushed the door open, everyone retreated.
"What are you afraid of? Come in, the clothes you have are good, give us one each!" Zhao Xiaodong almost gritted his teeth and suppressed the fear in his heart as he spoke.
The voice trembled uncontrollably.
He couldn't help but recall the classmate's calmness, confidence, and even excitement when facing the sneaky guy.
Only when you have truly faced these terrifying ghosts.
Only then did Zhao Xiaodong realize how crazy the other party was at the time!
Pale eyes fell on him, and the terrifying pressure came overwhelmingly. His heart tightened and he almost lost all composure.
"Sizzle, sizzle"
At this time, the sound of nails rubbing against the stone wall was getting closer and closer.
The group of ghosts in shrouds retreated a few steps again.
Zhao Xiaodong seized the opportunity and waved his hand: "Run!!"
He ran towards the right side of the house, and a group of assassins followed him desperately.
At the end of the bluestone road, there is a largest building, which also buries the ugliest past of the entire village!
That's right.
Zhao Xiaodong was leading everyone into the abyss step by step, relying on his own judgment, because the only glimmer of hope he saw was in the depths of darkness!
Not long ago, news came from the underworld that a master would arrive in fifteen minutes.
Zhao Xiaodong then had an idea and rushed into more dangerous places in the village in order to escape the danger behind him and delay time.
As long as we wait for the rescue of that master, there is hope of survival.
He ran forward desperately while muttering to himself.
"Four minutes and thirteen seconds... four minutes and twelve seconds..."
…
Soon, a group of shroud ghosts caught up again, followed by an even more terrifying figure, crawling on the ground like a wild beast, with bright red clothes and loose hair dripping with blood.
"Don't look back! Never look back!"
Zhao Xiaodong shouted desperately.
Everyone heard a shrill cry coming from behind them. Another companion was caught and kept crying and begging for help.
No one dared to look back.
I can only run harder.
During this process, a group of shroud ghosts seemed to have discovered the blood-red figures behind them. As they ran, the figures quietly disappeared into the darkness and hid in the house.
Slowly.
Behind the crowd, there was only one figure left.
However, teammates died even faster. One of the opposing ghosts was more terrifying than the entire shroud ghost team combined!
"It's almost time, it's almost time!"
Zhao Xiaodong was breathing heavily. He was under enormous pressure. He knew that some of his teammates were dying, but there was nothing he could do. With the strength of the entire team, they were basically just delivering food in this strange mountain village.
Every extra life you can have is a lifetime.
Finally, the group rushed into the huge building in front of them. Two copper rings were hung on the vermilion gate, which looked very old.
After entering, Zhao Xiaodong turned around with gritted teeth, and saw a bright red figure walking away with a sinister smile.
The female ghost who had chased them to the point where they had nowhere to go, just left like that.
However, this ancestral hall brought him an even more terrifying sense of threat!
His eyes felt like they were being stabbed by countless needles at the same time, causing him excruciating pain. The ghost in his body seemed unwilling to step into this ancestral hall even if he was beaten to death.
The group leaned against the vermilion gate, breathing heavily.
There were less than ten people left, and after half of them were killed or injured, a look of dead despair appeared on every young face.
"Brother Xiaodong, can we really get out alive?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, I can."
Zhao Xiaodong said firmly.
But after he turned his back to everyone, he sighed silently, because he had discovered an even more terrifying truth.
The ghost chasing him turned out to be a real blood-stained ghost.
The other party was unwilling to approach the ancestral hall.
This means that there are even more terrifying things here. Even if they are not beyond the existence of the Blood-Cloaked Man, it at least means that there are no less than two Blood-Cloaked Man in the entire village!
Perhaps the arrival of a master cannot change the outcome.
After thinking about it, he typed on his mobile phone and reported it to the underworld.
"The strongest thing here is not the half-blooded robe from before, but the blood-stained robe. I'm afraid there are more than one. Also, Grandmaster Zhou may have been killed."
…
The message was directly transferred to a little girl in a car.
04 Clear your throat and try to make your voice sound as delicate and pitiful as possible.
"Brother Dean, they said there are blood-stained clothes over there, and there are more than one."
Hearing this, Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and pushed the car door open without paying attention to the high-speed vehicles.
"01, help me carry the hammer."
“02, 03, 04.”
"Use your fastest speed. The last one to get out will get hammered."
After he finished speaking, his figure flashed, with lightning under his feet, and he ran away wildly in the night.
Upon hearing this, several critically ill patients immediately released their Yin energy regardless of everything and turned into bloody afterimages to chase after him.
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