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 cry 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.
Soft to start with.
The weird feeling in the hand was 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 the face.
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 realization 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 sounded in this chaotic and strange world.
"Monster, monster!"
"I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming."
"Help, help ahhh!"
"Son of God, spare your 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 one stick figure, Ask 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, so you are experiencing this. ! ”
This stickman is one of the dudes, and he really pissed off everyone present.
It must be Zhuang Yu’s false rumors and these rubbish’s belittling Mi Feixue’s paintings that caused him to suffer along with him!
“The Son of God? That man turned out to be the Son of God!!”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier!”
"Didn't Zhuang Yu say that he is a brother to the Son of God!"
"Where is Zhuang Yu? Come out! Come out!"
A stick figure who has been silent has hidden himself, not daring to be exposed Every cent.
At this moment, he was actually glad that his tongue was speechless.
“None of them are good things!”
Unable to find Zhuang Yu, Stickman pointed at the dude and cursed.
The dude retorted, "Who are you? You are a bunch of self-righteous trash. I will destroy you today!"
It rushed up and grabbed the arm of a stick figure and tore 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 intense and the melee broke out.
Everyone looks messy. They are stick figures made up of thick and messy lines. Only the limbs, heads 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 a problem, and one of their own beat one of their own, so they quickly asked for their names. However, they were fished in troubled waters and there was nothing they could do about the impostor. 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."
< br>Restaurant.
The waiter slowly went upstairs with the plate. Those weird, frightening and crazy sounds became clearer and clearer. He was also startled and thought: Mr. Zhuang is playing something new again. So crazy?
After waiting for the stairs, the waiter calmed down before walking out, with a forced smile on his face.
"Zhuang..." Young Master?
The waiter stopped talking in shock and even forgot to close his mouth.
The second floor was empty.
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 terrified him when he went upstairs were still echoing in this empty space, as if there were an invisible group of people suffering inside. Inhumane torture.
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 falling to kill us!"
The waiter exclaimed, "What, who is that person?!"
"..." Various miserable screams The sound stagnated.
The silence lasted for two or three seconds.
The waiter's back was soaked in cold sweat within 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 anyone? Is it a human? 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!"
< br>"There is me, there is me, I am..."
"Hehehehe, this appearance that is neither human nor ghost, so what if I return to the human world, so what..."
Too many voices and emotions leaked together to make it extremely confusing, all squeezed into the waiter's mouth In his mind, the fear in his heart aroused.
The waiter couldn't bear it any longer and ran away from here with his butt dripping.
First floor.
Everyone heard the sound of heavy objects rolling down and looked toward 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 a pale face, and said hesitantly: "Upstairs, upstairs..."
The shopkeeper secretly thought that the people upstairs were all dandies and He is a scholar, but his background is 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 asked 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 are ghosts...there are ghosts!"
"Ghosts? You are talking about Is it a strange thing?" A voice came from the guests on the first floor and stood up excitedly, "Take me to see it quickly!"
A friend next to him grabbed him, "This is not Beiyuan City. If it is really fake, Something weird happened, 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 was sure that it was a strange disaster, he would go to Siye Mansion to hire someone.
Others were affected by this guest's attitude and were not so nervous anymore, and asked the waiter to elaborate.
The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that if it was really weird and caused trouble, it would be bad for the guests 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 shop in the future. If something happened to the second son of General Fu Guo's family alone, as well as several other young men, he would definitely not be able to live with it.
The shopkeeper hurriedly called to take action and sent people to send messages to the generals of the country and other offices.