Chapter 344 Stickman in a Place

Author: Shui Qianche

Sweat kept falling from his forehead, and the feeling of being too wet made the man feel weird.

He reached out to wipe it away from his chin, and his hand made of messy lines was stained with ink.

"!?"

"ah----!"

The frightened scream was not made by the man.

His throat was choked by too much fright. He sat on the ground with weak legs and looked in the direction of the scream. He saw a twisted 'stickman' not far away pointing in his direction.

"Face, face..."

Face, what's wrong?

Are you talking about me?

The man stiffly reached out to his face again.

Start soft.

The strange feeling was just like... as if he had picked up the paper that had been accidentally blown into the water tank by the wind.

This thought made him exert force unconsciously.

The soft feeling breaks away.

There seems to be something wrong with the perception of faces.

The man put his hand in front of him again and saw a ball of paper foam pulled out of his hand.

He tore off a piece of his face.

When this knowledge appeared in his mind, the man was stunned at first, then trembling, and finally fell into a state of panic and madness.

He covered his face.

"Ah, ah ah ah!"

More and more screams and horrified roars are heard in this chaotic and strange world.

"Monster, monster!"

"I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming."

"Help, help ah ah ah!"

"Son of God, please spare my life, wuwuwu, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."

"Son of God? What are you talking about?"

"Zhuang Yu? You are Zhuang Yu, right? Do you know what happened?"

Several stick figures surrounded a stick figure and asked about its identity and situation.

"No, I'm not Zhuang Yu!" He was denied by the stick figures surrounding him.

"Listen carefully to the sound, it's true. Then why do you ask the Son of God to spare your life?" a stick figure asked.

At this point, the stickman who was being questioned did not want to hide it anymore, "The two adults who just came are His Majesty the Son of God and His Highness the Goddess! You idiots insulted the Son of God's paintings! You must have made the Son of God angry, and that's what happened to you.

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This stickman is one of the dudes, and he really made everyone present angry.

It must be Zhuang Yu who spread rumors and these rubbish people belittling Mi Feixue's paintings that caused him to suffer along with him!

"Son of God? That man is actually the Son of God!!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Didn't Zhuang Yu say that he and the Son of God are brothers?"

"Where's Zhuang Yu? Come out! Come out!"

A stick figure who has always been silent hides himself and does not dare to reveal anything.

At this moment, he was actually glad that his tongue was speechless.

"None of them are good!"

Unable to find Zhuang Yu, the stickman pointed at the dude and cursed.

The dude retorted, "Who do you think you are? You are a bunch of self-righteous trash. I will destroy you today!"

It rushed up and grabbed a stickman's arm and pulled it off.

"Ah!" the stickman screamed, "my hand!"

"Stop him!"

The other stick figures hurriedly stopped and some tried to break up the fight. However, instead of successfully stopping the chaos, the chaos became more and more intense, causing a melee.

Everyone looks messy, stick figures made up of thick and messy lines, and only the limbs, head and facial features can be seen from the rough outline. No one can recognize who the other is from the appearance.

Someone in the middle discovered something was wrong, and one of his own people beat one of his own, so he quickly asked for his name. However, he was fished in troubled waters and pretended to be someone else, so there was nothing he could do.

At the end of the fight, there were stick figures missing arms and legs.

"My hand, which hand is mine?"

"Help……"

"Where are my eyes? Who dug out my eyes."

"Hehe, hehehe, crazy, everyone is crazy."

Restaurant.

The waiter slowly went upstairs with the plate, and those weird, frightening and crazy sounds became clearer and clearer. He was also frightened and thought: What new thing is Master Zhuang playing again? Is he so crazy?

After waiting for the stairs, the waiter calmed down before walking out. The smile on his face was a little forced.

"Zhuang..." Young Master?

The waiter was so shocked that he stopped talking and even forgot to close his mouth.

I saw no one on the second floor.

People...where are people?

Not long ago, I only saw the noble lady and the young master leaving, but no one else came downstairs.

And the various desperate roars, murmurs, and screams that had frightened him so much when he went upstairs were still echoing in this empty space, as if there were an invisible group of people suffering inhumane torture inside.

The waiter's scalp was numb, and the tray in his hand fell to the ground.

"What sound?"

"Ah, my ears!"

"Thunder! Thunder must be coming down from the sky to kill us!"

The waiter exclaimed, "What, who is that person?!"

"..." All kinds of miserable screams stopped.

The silence lasted for two or three seconds.

The waiter's back was soaked with cold sweat in these two or three seconds.

He stepped back with a pale face.

Suddenly, the silence broke out into a stormy cry for help.

"Is there someone? Is it a person? Help, help me!"

"I am the third son of the Marquis of Wen'an. If you save me, you will be rewarded with a hundred gold!"

"There is still me, there is still me, I am..."

"Hehehehe, what if this appearance of neither human nor ghost returns to the human world, so what..."

Too many voices and emotions leaked together, making it extremely confusing. They all crowded into the waiter's mind, stimulating the fear in his heart.

The waiter couldn't hold it any longer and ran away with his butt dripping.

First floor.

Everyone heard the sound of heavy objects rolling down and looked towards the stairs, just in time to see the waiter rolling down.

"What are you doing with your hands and feet?" the shopkeeper scolded.

The waiter raised his head, showing his pale face, and said hesitantly: "Upstairs, upstairs..."

The shopkeeper secretly thought that something was wrong. Although the people upstairs were all dandies and scholars, their backgrounds were not small. Could something have happened?

However, if something really happened, we couldn't talk about it in public.

The shopkeeper winked at the waiter and told him to go back and talk elsewhere.

As a result, the waiter, who was usually very clever, changed his mind and couldn't read people's eyes today.

"Everyone is gone, gone."

The waiter trembled his lips, "There's a ghost... there's a ghost!"

"Ghost? Are you talking about a strange thing?" A voice came out from the guests on the first floor, and he stood up excitedly, "Take me to see it quickly!"

A friend next to him grabbed him and said, "This is not Beiyuan City. If anything weird happens, be careful."

"You're right, it's more reliable to go to Siye Mansion to report the crime." The guest said, and called the waiter, asking him to explain the situation clearly. If he is sure that it is a strange disaster, he should go to Siye Mansion to ask for help.

The others were affected by this guest's attitude and were not so nervous anymore, and asked the waiter to elaborate.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and then took another breath, thinking that if something really weird caused trouble, it would be bad for the customers on the second floor to suffer. If he didn't tell the story about the murder, it would be difficult to do business in the future.

If something happens to the second son of the general's family and several other young men, he will definitely be left with nothing to eat.
Chapter completed!