Chapter 620 Zhao Xingguo
As soon as he saw the hole, Jiang Cheng knew that Zhao Xingguo was gone.
But at this moment, Zhao Xingguo obviously had no time to consider what Jiang Cheng thought. In the auditorium where he was, Jiang Cheng and Fu Fu were also absent.
Two groups of people are in the same place, but they can't see each other. The weirdness between them cannot be described in words.
It would be a lie to say that he has no regrets, but the matter has come to this, and it is useless to say anything. What he has to do now is to use all means to survive.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Xingguo forced himself to calm down. His eyes slowly swept around, and the ghost was very close to him, right next to him.
He could even feel the vicious breath.
"Da da da"
Zhao Xingguo immediately looked in one direction, "Who? Who is there?!"
In the darkness, there was a brisk sound, It was like someone ran over, and the voice sounded like a child.
Child
Zhao Xingguo's face was a little stiff. He suddenly recalled what had happened before. The night before, they planned to search Liu Laizi's residence, but they encountered a ghost hitting the wall halfway.
The ghost left a series of very small footprints.
There is also the handprint on the back of the photo studio owner. It does not look big, it is pitch black, as if it is printed into the flesh.
Their previous guess was correct, this ghost should be a child.
At least the body is.
The scene around here is getting weirder and weirder. Although no light can be seen coming in, the room is enveloped in a faint halo.
There is a gray feeling, like a layer of fog.
“Pa.”
Just as Zhao Xingguo held his breath, suddenly, he was tapped on the shoulder, which scared him so much that he jumped up and said, “Who, who the hell slapped me? ? ”
But when he looked behind him, there was nothing.
The mental torture made his eyes red, blood kept rushing to his head, and he was breathing heavily. He kept changing the direction he was facing, trying to find the location of the ghost.
“Cackle.”
“Da da da”
“Cackle.”
"Da da da"
There was the sound of fast running footsteps in the darkness. Whenever he followed the footsteps, he could only hear the child's light laughter, as if he was playing hide and seek with him.
But after listening to this laughter for a long time, it changed into a feeling, like countless needles pricking his head randomly. Zhao Xingguo felt that his consciousness was getting blurred.
This laughter was eating away at his sanity.
In a daze, he felt that his shoulder was itchy, and he scratched it uncontrollably, but the more he scratched, the more itchy it was, right at the spot where he had been patted just now.
There seemed to be something moving inside, slowly squirming through a layer of skin, as if trying to get out.
This discovery instantly made him more energetic, and a feeling of extreme disgust rose from the bottom of his heart. He had never hated his body so much.
The expression on his face gradually became ferocious, and the strength on his hands became stronger and stronger. He even wanted to tear open the skin and take out the squirming things inside.
Throw it on the ground and trample it to pieces.
Finally, after a tearing sound, he realized his wish. He stared at the large piece of skin in his hand.
It was something he'd just torn off, off his shoulder.
But the strange thing is that there is no flesh and blood attached to it, not even a drop of blood.
He felt no pain. On the contrary, he felt so good deep down in his heart that he wanted to tear off all the skin on his body.
"Itchy!" He squirmed in pain, "It's so itchy!"
The feeling was as if he wanted to squeeze his entire body out of the open wound, Zhao Xingguo The remaining sanity is becoming less and less, becoming thinner and thinner.
As he was dying, he heard a faint call.
"Zhao Xingguo."
The voice of the visitor was very soft. Zhao Xingguo instinctively trusted the voice. He walked stiffly towards the source of the sound.
The strange thing is that the sounds seem to come from all directions, but every time when Zhao Xingguo is about to stop and confirm the direction, the call will sound on time again.
"Zhao Xingguo."
"Zhao Xingguo."
"Zhao Xingguo."
Finally, Zhao Xingguo walked to a wall and stopped, and the sound came from here.
In front of me is a mountain of paper money and ingots. In the corner are a few paper figures and paper horses with white flags draped on them.
Suddenly, for the first time, there was wind in the enclosed space. The thin paper money was blown up by the wind and flew all over the sky. The paper figures and horses were also blown around.
But there is one paper man exception.
It stood there from beginning to end. It was only revealed after the two paper figures in front of it were blown down.
Wearing a green melon cap and a bright red festive paper dress, coupled with a pale face and exaggerated and rough eyebrows, there is a pair of huge, bloodshot eyes.
This is a living person!
No, it should be said that he was once a living person, but now he is a cold corpse, just dressed up like a paper man.
It was the young man who brought them here!
I didn’t expect to be left here.
Looking at his miserable appearance now, it is obvious that he has been dead for some time.
The next moment, the man who had been dead for a long time suddenly raised his head, his originally stiff face twitched, the corners of his eyes raised, and his mouth opened mechanically, revealing a strange smile that Zhao Xingguo was all too familiar with.
The throat wriggled a few times, and then, an extremely uncoordinated voice came from deep in the throat: "Zhao Xingguo."
As the voice came out, Zhao Xingguo's shoulders became more and more itchy, and a rustling sound came from his shoulders.
Through the wound, you can see that what is squirming inside is not flesh and blood, but clusters of dry straw.
More and more straws pierced Zhao Xingguo's body. He was like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body, but he still insisted on moving forward.
Step by step with stiff steps.
At the last moment, he suddenly thrust his hand into the young man's mouth, and then, as if he touched something, Zhao Xingguo's originally distracted eyes suddenly focused.
His hand seemed to have reached into another space, and most of his arm was inserted into the young man's mouth. This was completely impossible to explain in reality.
After he slowly pulled out his entire arm, a straw man suddenly appeared in his right hand. The workmanship was rough. Zhao Xingguo held the straw man's neck tightly.
Like a toy, the straw man looks cute and motionless.
"Finally, I caught you!" (End of this chapter)