This is a trap, Zhao Ruru told himself immediately.

The sound of ghost wine she heard also came from behind, not from Zhao Yijiu sitting opposite her.

Song Xue, Yu Xing, Gui Jiu, three different voices are all series of blows from ghosts to her mentality, trying to make her break her defense!

Zhao Ruru was holding a copper coin in his hand, and the rough surface of the copper coin hit her palm, making her feel a little more awake.

Indeed, if she was dreaming, not only hearing, but also vision would deceive her, and she would completely unable to tell what she was talking to herself. What was terrible is that she could not prove that she was not asleep.

The sleeping person does not know that he is asleep, and the sleeping person cannot be sure that he is not asleep.

Zhao Ruru knew that if he was surrounded by this thinking, it would be difficult to get out clearly.

"..." This ghost is so familiar with the human mentality. It is amazing, amazing.

She turned around silently.

There was nothing behind her, and the sounds that shook her mind twice came from behind her, which was a flaw.

If the ghost was really in a dream, the ghost asked the ghost wine sitting at the table to say what he said just now, wouldn’t it be a killer? On the contrary, the ghost’s voice could only be pussed behind her, which proved the authenticity of the two people at the table.

In short, she was still more confident that she would not close her eyes in just thirty minutes.

Otherwise, she would have died in some deduction if she had lived for so long.

She certainly didn't fall asleep!

Zhao Ruru's look around and unreasonable conversations revealed that she was in an abnormal state. Yu Xing asked once but received no answer. He asked with a good temper for the second time: "Ruru, are you okay?"

Zhao Ruru turned around and stared at him.

Yu Xing: "?"

The confusion on his face was too obvious, and Zhao Ruru finally breathed a sigh of relief: "What do you mean so kindly? I was shocked."

Guijiu let out a mocking voice: "Swish, ha."

Yu Xing: "..." He just saw Zhao Ruru being a little uneasy, so he wanted to comfort the other party in a gentle tone and then get a more efficient reply.

Well, he doesn't need to ask. Zhao Ruru must have seen or heard something related to him. Sometimes it is not scary to be straightforward and scary, and even more terrifying that he can no longer trust his companions and must stay with his companions.

Zhao Ruru won’t hold what she sees in her heart. Every time she watches horror movies and TV series, she hates this behavior deeply.

At this moment, she repeated what she had just heard.

Yu Xing said: "I understand, the main responsibility lies with Brother Jiu."

Guijiu raised his eyelids and inexplicably pushed a big pot on his head: "What do you mean?"

Yu Xing: "After all, you can really say it when you lied to Zhao Ruru to say that she was dreaming."

Zhao Ruru's uneasiness soon dissipated in the fights like the children in kindergartens, such as shadow and curse power.

Fifty minutes have passed.

Their door was knocked for the first time.

A soft voice came from outside the house, knocking on the door and saying, "Sir Inuji, Saint, are you two hungry? The kitchen has already prepared supper, please follow me to the lobby for dinner."

This time the excuse was so normal.

If it weren't for the side missions being placed here in black and white, two outsiders, Inuji and Saint, had just arrived in Fengtou Town, and even if they realized that the atmosphere was not right, they might have been tricked out.

Because the Song Mansion did not prepare supper and did not tell them in advance.

Bafangxuan doesn’t have his own kitchen and there is no food to prepare for belly-feeding food in the guest room. Normal people will be hungry.

Since he was not named, Yu Xing supported his chin with one hand and did not intend to pay attention.

In fact, the safest way is to pretend not to hear it, and the quilt is overwhelmed. As long as you are not moved by all the movements outside the house, there is definitely no possibility of opening the door.

But that's too cowardly.

Although they plan to follow the rules on the first night, they can not try at all.

Zhao Ruru was holding his breath of being fooled in his heart and sang: "I'm not hungry, tell your Miss Song, I'm too lazy to eat this supper, I'm going to rest!"

I was silent for a moment outside.

A soft voice said, "Where is Lord Inuji? The adult is tall and should have a lot of appetite. If he doesn't eat supper, he may be hungry and unable to sleep at night."

"He doesn't eat either!" Zhao Ruru puffed up his cheeks, "I don't eat anymore, why should he eat!"

Ghost wine: “…he.”

Rejected, the sounds outside disappeared for a moment.

Just when the three of them thought this time was over, the voice sounded sinisterly: "If you don't eat, you will be hungry. If you are hungry, you can't find something to eat. You can only eat each other."

As he said that, the intestinal sound rang out in the room as expected.

Gululu.

The three of them thought it was the other two people's stomachs yelling, but they soon realized that this was another misleading.

"When you fall asleep, the saint's hand will be swallowed by the Dog God, and their fingers will be broken one by one, and then they will crawl around in the Dog God's stomach."

The intestinal sound weakened, and the three of them had a crackling sound of chewing in their eardrums.

"The God of the Dog's chest will be cut open, and the Saint buried her face in it and drank all the blood."

Gudong, Gudong.

The sound of sucking liquid made people see everything depicted by the sharp sound as if they were immersed in the scene, and they felt a sense of repulsion for their companions from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhao Ruru shook his head and threw out the wrong thoughts. When he saw Zhao Yijiu, the "dog god" looked calm, playing with his favorite killing knife in his hand, exuding a disdainful temperament all over his body.

The thing outside the house laughed gloatingly, and Gui Jiu laughed.

"You are so embarrassed when you are incompetent and angry. You have the ability to come in."

"Can't you come in?"

"It's not possible to rely on threats and curses. If you beg me, maybe I will open the door for you. It's so pitiful."

The thing outside the house disappeared, along with its abrupt laughter.

The seventy minutes.

Yu Xingzheng was bored and held his chin, and then took a look at Zhao Yijiu in a while.

Suddenly, he felt something was added to his retina.

Except for night blindness patients, other people's eyes can see the outlines of some things after they adapt to the darkness.

His eyes were even more outrageous. As long as he thought, the night and the day were no different from him. He could find out at a glance what was more or less in the room.

He blinked and his eyes darkened for less than a few seconds, and saw that there was another person behind Zhao Yijiu.

He is not too tall, has a slim body, and his face is particularly gentle, which is the most familiar and disgusting appearance he is.

The man put one hand on Zhao Yijiu's shoulder, held a dagger in his other hand, and slowly gestured beside Zhao Yijiu's face, but Zhao Yijiu was not aware of it.

"Xue, we met again." said the singer.

While he said hello, he stabbed the sharp tip of the dagger into the corner of Zhao Yijiu's mouth and pulled it out slowly and cruelly.

Zhao Yijiu seemed to wake up from pain, showing an expression of pain and anger, but her whole body seemed to be suppressed by some force and could not resist. She could only watch the familiar scene repeat.

"Ah Xun." The actor's eyes were flashing with madness and pleasure, and a little puzzled, "Why do you seem to be not very excited when you see me this time?"

Yu Xing's eyes became cold.

He remained motionless, and maintained the same posture since the appearance of this person's image.

The actor's dagger pulled the flesh and blood on both sides of Zhao Yijiu's mouth. This scene replicated the most anger in his heart in recent years.

It turns out that the ghosts in the Song Mansion have a way to inspire what they most do not want to happen in their hearts and make use of them?

But this is just an illusion. Although it evolved from sound to vision, the illusion is an illusion. How could he be inspired by an illusion that does not exist?

That would be too embarrassing.

"Ah, do you think this is just an illusion?"

As if he knew what he was thinking, the smile on the corner of the actor's mouth slowly became crazy, and there was also a sense of unspeakable pleasure: "Yes, you should think so, you know... Poor cold wine, what are you thinking about now?"

"He must be wondering, why did he have so long been so idle when facing me, he was still so useless and couldn't even send a call for help."

Zhao Yijiu's body was trembling, not sure whether it was painful or angry.

The actor pulled the dagger out of Zhao Yijiu's mouth and wiped the blood on the dagger with obsession.

"I once wanted to use his head as a gift for you so that I could appreciate your unique expression when you received the gift, but unfortunately, I didn't succeed at that time."

"But today's opportunity is also good."

The actor's smile gradually became terrifying: "If he could still make a sound, he would definitely remind you that I was not an illusion, but after making a transaction with the system, I entered the deduction to get the ticket."

"When you think it's just a fantasy and ignore it, ha... Fortunately, your good teammate is being tortured in front of you."

With a bang.

The blood-stained dagger was thrown on the table by the actor, and the bloody smell and gloomy ghost energy were like the essence.
To be continued...