To be precise, the yin and the flowers didn't move at once.

She simply looked at the ticket hall behind me, with only a look. In a daze, I heard countless screams of begging for mercy, painful thunder, and helpless howls in my ears.

Then there was a "click" sound, as if a mirror was shattered.

Then all the sounds disappeared, and the calm seemed to have nothing happened. The corpse gas disappeared, and the sea of ​​blood of the corpse was hidden back into Yin Ruhua's body again. Yin Ruhua bit her fingers playfully and burped inadvertently. The fat man, who was not concerned, rubbed his belly with one hand, was acting cute: "Fat fat! Huahua is full! Um... it just doesn't taste very good."

"Dang chang..."

Before Fatty Fang could respond to the Yin Ruhua, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and turning back and forth in the ticket hall.

"Don't move three of you, protect my sister!"

I turned around and took a step, picked up the Guan Gong knife, and ran to the inside of the ticket hall.

When I got closer, I found a dimly lit red light inside the ticket hall, and the light bulb was still shaking back and forth.

Then the light looked at the road below.

You can see several footprints, and these footprints should be left because they have not dried up after stepping on the wet soil.

Secondly, there is a stainless steel electric kettle on the ground. There is no water in the kettle, but white smoke floats outwards.

The white smoke smelled in my nose and refreshed my mind, and the fragrance was refreshing.

I suddenly sniffed, making me forget the feeling of fatigue and powerlessness, and I was instantly energetic and had the desire to eat and drink.

"Gululu..."

After my death, my stomach had never cried, but a hungry sound came at this moment.

Watt?!What the hell is this?!

Although I was confused, I didn't dare to hesitate. I walked over and bent down to pick up the kettle. I lifted the kettle under my nostrils and sniffed it two more times.

"It's so cool!"

I couldn't help but ponder.

In an instant, it seemed that all the necrotic cells in the body were reborn and rejuvenated, and the vitality of young people was rejuvenated. I even realized that I had a connection with the space backpack.

"This won't..."

I stared at the kettle blankly and quietly thought about what might have happened in the ticket hall: Could it be that the smoke in this kettle was actually formed by burning the red shore flower? Then the ghosts just lined up here to suck. They sucked happily and got over. I don’t know who the Heavenly King is... After seeing me, I found that I had no ability, so I wanted to bully me. Let me sing for them so that they can use my singing to vent their energy... Isn’t this a poison nest? Unfortunately, those ghosts really can’t see their eyebrows and eyes, and they deserve it if they die!

Wait a minute...

I realized that I had forgotten a detail, so I held my breath and did not absorb the smoke, held the kettle, and walked to the artificial ticket window with the strongest fragrance.

On the table in the manual ticket window, there is a hollow circle with water, just enough to put down the base of the kettle.

Moreover, the Yin Ruhua corpse gas is only aimed at the lonely ghosts who are clamoring to eat us, and it does not directly destroy the house and destroy the land... So the reason for this hot pot is not because Yin Ruhua. The placement is very stable, and it is not like I throw it off the table.

Could it be that there are others here?!

I followed my current thoughts and looked to the ground for any suspicious footprints or traces left.

When I walked around the ticket hall, I found that there was a safe passage in the ticket window for staff to use.

I flipped through the iron fence of the isolated ticket window and the ticket hall, entered the ticket window, and looked into the safety passage.

As expected, this safety passage door was necrotic and not closed very tightly, or someone caught off guard, and he didn't care about turning around and closed the door tightly when he fled in a panic.

"Cruff..."

The safety passage door was pushed open by me, and a corridor that was so dark that it was impossible to see my fingers. I don’t know where it was connected.

Instead of rushing to chase the corridor, I looked down at the threshold.

Doors with safe passages like this must be made of extremely strong materials, whether they are the door itself or the threshold. It is difficult for ordinary people to kick a hole in the door or step on the sunken threshold.

There were two collapsed places on the front of the threshold, which looked like someone kicked it out with his toes after raising his feet.

How much effort does it take!

I pondered the threshold and looked forward again. I suddenly saw a pool of water stains on the ground in front of the threshold, which was about the same height as an ordinary person. It was like a person's sole of his feet was too slippery after he came out of the swimming pool and he fell down.

"Escape in a panic?"

I murmured softly, using my spirit to communicate with the space backpack that was loose because of the turtle and wind. I didn't expect it to be useful after communication.

No magic weapon with great lethality was summoned from the space backpack.

I chose a firecracker that was a little firecracker that ignited sparks outwards. There were only three firecrackers in the space backpack.

No other function, lighting is absolutely sufficient.

Facing the darkness, I dare not show off. After all, the task issued by my system mother is to let me live until I see the sun in the morning, not to kill anyone.

As soon as the thought moves, the flowers ignite automatically. Mars sprays out like no money, and the flames ignite the darkness in front of my hand in an instant

"Go away!"

I threw the wrinkled flower horizontally out.

The process of flying flowers successfully illuminated every inch of land, allowing me to see what was wrong with the corridor. The corridor was not deep in length. After flying for five seconds, it hit the passage door at the end of the corridor, and then fell to the ground, burning the last energy.

However, there was no magical thing I imagined to have happened.

There was nothing in the corridor... Only before the flowers were burning, I vaguely saw a figure shaking in the left corner of the end of the corridor.

No... I have to go in and take a look.

I summoned the other two sniffled flowers into my hands, then lit one of them and raised them high to let the fire illuminate everything.

It was at this moment that I realized that this was actually an ordinary corridor and there was no strange place at all.

"Pede...Pede...Pede..."

My steps were heavy, holding my breath, staring at the left corner of the wall at the end of the corridor in the darkness.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

In the panic atmosphere, the boy's crying sounded, and the crying sounded like a grievance after fighting and a dissatisfaction with self-esteem.

The sound came from the depths of the corridor.

I tried my best to lower my footsteps, and I didn't dare to swallow it in one breath, nor did I dare to blink my eyes, for fear of being disturbed by sudden fright.

The first flower was quickly cleaned, and I probably walked to the middle of the corridor.

"headmaster……"

The boy seemed to notice someone was moving forward, and he called out softly to the person he was bewitching in a crying voice: "Principal... Someone scared me..."

"Principal, you're here... I'm so scared..."

"I was scared by a hateful woman just now... I just took the kettle away and dispersed the ghosts who came to suck the red spider lily according to your will. That woman appeared... She is so powerful! She is even more powerful than the principal! She is fierce! She scares me! Principal, you must avenge me!"

Hum? Why did he suddenly say such an inexplicable thing?

What is the situation with the principal?

While listening to him, I walked to the source of the sound and pressed the wrinkled flowers down, and the flames illuminated the corners of the wall.

There is indeed someone in the corner...

To use a popular slogan on the Internet, it can be said that this person was squatting in a grievance and squatting in the corner of the wall. He held a piece of branches in his white little hand, and used the branches to draw circles on the tiles, as if he was drawing circles to curse others.

It's like a silence, but it's definitely not a resentful word, it's a schizophrenia that makes oneself talk, and telling all the pain in his heart.

After saying it once, then doing it again and again, repeating and repeating.

Just listening, you can hear dry mouth.

He is very young, almost the same as a teenager of eleven or twelve years old.

He was very thin and had no clothes on his upper body. He could see his hungry chest sticking to his back and his stylistically slim ribs. His thin arms and legs were thin, and he spoke very gentlely. He always mentioned the word principal in his words.

The most eye-catching thing about the back is the back.

There are dense scars, scalds, scratches, red spots like mosquito bites, and many traces that can only be beaten by a whip.

"headmaster……"
Chapter completed!