Chapter 43 Horror Manor
The white mist came very suddenly, but it was very calm and did not cause the slightest reaction from the manor.
Until...
Dingle bell!
Dingle bell!
Jingle bell bell!
The crisp ringtone rang in the white mist and began to echo throughout the manor.
The scarecrow, which was originally quiet, suddenly seemed to come alive. His head turned sideways, listening to the strange ringing sound of the phone, but it soon became quiet again.
The ringing echoed in the manor, and soon came to the door of the manor.
The rusty gate of the manor looks to be in disrepair and crumbling, but the few pale letters on it piece together the name of this manor:
Horror Manor!
Although the gate of the manor is in disrepair, the outlines of two faces are vaguely imprinted on it. One face has its eyes closed, and the other face has its eyes open, and there is some kind of supernatural power. Spreading, covering every corner of the castle, forming a kind of supernatural shelter.
However, this kind of supernatural protection has no effect on the phone ringing, and does not even respond at all.
The bell passed through the gate, continued walking inside, and came to a castle in the middle of the manor.
There are about twenty windows in the castle. Originally it was just dark and it was difficult to see what was inside. But as the bell came, people appeared in the windows one after another.
These people were motionless and looked strange, but they were all listening to the ringing.
"This is an invasion."
In the core room of the castle, a man in his fifties, slightly older, chewed mechanically with his yellowed teeth. Tasting a tender but bloody steak.
He is the owner of this manor and the owner of this castle.
A steward next to him bent down slightly and said, "It's just a little trick. The gardeners are here, so they won't disturb you sir."
The owner of the manor nodded with satisfaction, but the next second, he chewed for a while, staring at the table in front of him.
On the tabletop that was originally just holding dishes, a white mist suddenly appeared, and then formed a hand-cranked telephone from the Republic of China.
The phone kept vibrating and made a crisp ringing tone.
The butler's face changed slightly, he glanced at the indifferent manor owner, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward to pick up the Baiwu phone, but the Baiwu phone seemed to not exist in reality, and his hand went straight through it. past.
When he took his hand back, a small cloud of white mist was brought out and instantly enveloped his whole body.
A feeling of suffocation came, and the housekeeper's consciousness instantly became dull, and he was even about to fall into deep sleep the next second, which frightened him.
“Did you get my permission before you came to my territory and touched my people?”
The manor owner’s face darkened, and he grabbed the housekeeper with his big hand.
When his hand was still some distance away from the white mist, dark figures appeared on the edge of the white mist, constantly squeezing inward.
These figures are like fierce ghosts!
They were originally invisible, but they were forced to reveal their bodies when they came into contact with the white mist.
As the big hand got closer, more and more evil ghosts appeared, finally squeezing out a gap in the white mist. The manor owner took the opportunity to save the housekeeper.
"Thank you sir for saving my life!"
The housekeeper was breathing heavily, obviously surviving the disaster.
The manor owner was not overjoyed. He watched the white mist dissipate among countless ghosts, and then turned his attention to the white mist telephone that was still ringing. "I want to see who you are!"
The manor owner grabbed the Baiwu phone with his big hand, but what was different from before was that no evil ghost was squeezed by the white mist to reveal his figure. In the eyes of the manor owner, the countless evil ghosts he had restricted, Trying to touch the white fog phone.
But they seemed to be in different dimensions, with no way to make the slightest contact.
"Same supernatural power, different intensity, are you looking for me specifically?"
The phone that the ghosts can't touch was easily caught by the manor owner, but this does not represent strength. , but explains the goal of this white fog phone.
Jingle bell bell!
Dingle bell!
Dingle bell!
The phone rang unhurriedly, and the manor owner grabbed the phone, but did not answer it immediately.
The housekeeper had already climbed up from the ground, and he looked at the manor owner doubtfully.
In his impression, the owner of the manor had always been strong and domineering, confident and arrogant, as if there was no one or anything in the world that he could take seriously.
Countless past experiences have also proven this.
But now?
This king-like existence actually became fearful and even withdrawn because of a small supernatural phone.
How...possible!
"Hmph!"
The manor owner snorted coldly, and a thick black mist surged out of his body. Then the thick mist spread and swallowed him in all directions.
Densely packed souls of the dead emerged from the black mist. These souls were all transformed into ghost masters killed by the manor owner. To some extent, they could even retain a certain degree of supernatural power during their lives. Perhaps A single dead soul is very weak, but when the number reaches a certain level, it is enough to cause a qualitative change.
The thick black fog blocked everything, and the ringing white fog telephone became the only color in the darkness.
The owner of the manor was hidden in the dark fog, and a darker and weird shadow appeared behind him.
Jingle bell bell!
Dingle bell!
Dingle bell!
The owner of the manor had a fierce look in his eyes, and finally picked up the phone. There was also a voice complaining: "Brother, this is not how business is done. The phone has been ringing for so long before you answer it. Do you need to pay more?" A discount?”
Business?
discount?
The manor owner was stunned, all the supernatural powers were activated crazily, but he was not aware of the supernatural attack at all, as if the white mist phone was just for talking to him.
On the other side of the phone is a strong man who is no weaker than himself!
The manor owner already has a general understanding of this, and he should give enough respect to the strong. After all... the other party sounds very friendly.
“I wonder what kind of business you want to do?”
In the Peace Hotel, the phone rang for several minutes before anyone answered it, which already made Lin Yuan very annoyed.
I wanted to take this opportunity to lower the price to make up for my mental loss, but the other party asked such idiotic questions.
Could it be that he is the second generation who did not do his job properly and inherited the family business?
The vegetable seller, that is:
The second generation of vegetables?
Lin Yuan was almost amused by his own thoughts, and he was still talking about business, which was a good time to lower the price. He could only hold back, "Don't you sell vegetables over there?"
Vegetables?
The walls of the castle and the supernatural power failed to stop the owner of the manor from looking outside the manor to the "vegetable patch" guarded by the scarecrow.
Turns out, it’s this!
(End of this chapter)