My Iyashikei Game Chapter 376: Here we are

The old ghost stayed at the gap in the gray mist, he looked at the world outside the gray mist, and then slowly turned around.

No turbidity can be seen in the scarlet eyes, killing intent and hatred are intertwined in his pupils, and the old ghost has already told the evil soul of his choice with practical actions.

The spine begins to rise up every section, which means that the faces of all offspring are soaked with hate. They use their blood as a fetter to let hate resonate!

The old ghost's body swelled again, the infinite killing intent in his heart was boiling, and he strode back to the dead building.

Lost the support of hatred, the gray mist healed faster. When the mist gap was about to close again, a blood-red knife pierced the mist full of death!

The bright red lips opened slowly, and a woman's voice appeared in the mist: "His laughter came from here, I can be sure that it is his voice."

The blood-stained coat is attached to the clothes, and every step she takes is a thrilling beauty, a beautiful morbidity, and a madness of beauty.

One hand supported the fog gap, faint crying sounded, and the child holding the spiritual altar followed the woman. There were tears on his face, and his body was pierced with desperate needles.

"Laughter is indeed him." Two figures, one tall and one low, exuded a thick and unknown aura. After entering the gray fog, the tall one swallowed the short one directly into his stomach: "Singing Lead to the death building, and while the singing is attracting the fog, break through the weakest point of the fog, then laugh wildly, tell us his position, he should be the only person who can do this. However, how does he know us? Will come to him?"

"Don't talk nonsense, go in! The manager's laughter is different from before. He should be in trouble too." The man in the convenience store uniform walked quickly towards the dead building, his only one eye exuding danger The light.

The **** color is coming, and the black eyes are opened in the mist. Next to the one-eyed man is a young and very small girl. She closed her eyes tightly and carried a girl who was still screaming. I.

One figure after another entered the death building through the gap in the gray mist. At the last moment when the gray mist healed, the figure behind everyone raised his head.

He wore a hat and a very ordinary windbreaker. He looked weak and seemed incapable, but the people around him didn't dare to get too close to him.

There has been a story in the happy community. Eight people died in a certain room. Their bodies were put together. Because of the grievance and strength, the managers were forced to hide their bodies separately. In different places in the building.

The death in the gray mist pierced the skin, and the weak figure looked at the death building and silently took off his hat.

There is a very popular face hidden under the brim of the hat. His appearance is as ordinary as his name. This person is called Wei Youfu.

"Han Fei, we are here to pick you up."

The group of people didn't have any nonsense. They walked in the shadows, tried their best to suppress their breath, and followed the gap into the dead building!

The purest will of death in the underground of the dead building was awakened by the evil souls. The endless will of death was entangled with the singing. More and more cracks began to appear on the outer skin of the building, and its recovery speed could not keep up with the speed of destruction. NS.

"The residential building in the name of death is like a living creature with life, and knows how to recover by itself. It's disgusting!"

The evil spirit controlled the old ghost's hand and scratched the wall directly, and blood began to leak from the deepest part of the wall, as if the human skin was torn.

"The manager is back at 4:44, we still have enough time."

Standing in the corridor, countless small black blood vessels emerged from the old ghost's body, like the roots of a century-old tree, crawling into each room along the cracks and cracks in the door.

Some roots were black before entering the room, but after they were drawn out, they turned red, resentment and pain lingered in the fresh blood, and they all turned into food for old ghosts.

In order to prevent being targeted by the manager, the old ghost locked himself in the house without stepping out of the door. He thought that by doing so, he would survive in the dead building, but he didn't expect that the manager never thought about letting go from the beginning. he.

The hatred buried in my heart broke out completely, and almost no one in the building could stop the old ghost's footsteps!

Lay up, layer by layer, bloodbath!

As long as there is no good ghost in hiding, it is food in the eyes of evil spirits.

To save time, he kept going for a while, but when he walked to the corner of the third floor, his speed suddenly slowed down.

The evil spirit's hideous face slowly turned, and glanced at the oiran and the woman locked on the back of the old ghost.

When the two were stared at by the evil spirits in a cold sweat, the evil spirits controlled the old ghost to stop, and countless root-like blood vessels flooded into room 4034.

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"Tonight is not so peaceful. It is better for the four of us to be careful."

"It's normal for the soul-seekers to make some noise once a year. As long as we control this soul-chaser, there should be no other soul-chasers coming tonight."

"Focus on, no matter how loud the noise outside is, it doesn't matter to us."

There is a table in the 4034 room. Four gambling ghosts are playing mahjong. Photos of the four of them are placed in the center of the living room. The table is full of paper money.

"We trapped this soul chaser here, will something happen? This year we can play a lot of wandering souls." The gambler sitting on the west side of the table played a west wind, his eyes were A child trapped behind four portraits.

The child with his head down, wearing a bear pajamas stained with blood, he is like a broken puppet, completely unaware of himself.

"Don't say bad things, every year is fine, how could it be an exception this year? The other soulchaser perceives a soulchaser in the house, and they will not come again. This is the rule of the dead building." Sit. The gambling ghost in the south spoke, and after he finished speaking, he also played a west wind.

"What do you mean when you both play the westerly wind?" The gambler on the east side of the table also played a westerly wind. Will return to the West, do you want to take a gamble?"

"I have become inhuman and ghost, why are you afraid of returning to the west?" The gambler in the north touched the west wind, and when the other three people were staring at him~IndoMTL.com~ he still didn't hit the west wind in the end. : "I won't accompany you to play this boring thing, one shot!"

When he put down the mahjong in his hand, the man suddenly found that his body seemed a little out of control. He seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head. The roof was densely packed with criss-crossing black blood vessels.

"What, what is that?!"

The door was twisted and deformed. He hadn't heard the answer from others, his chest had been pierced by a hand, and the crimson blood seemed to burn on his body.

The mutilated body was thrown aside, the evil spirit wiped the blood from his palm, and his evil eyes swept to the card table: "One barrel, three west winds, this card is telling you that we will be together tonight Get on the road!"

Pressing down with the palm of the hand, the black blood vessels covering the ceiling are like a net woven with blades, pulling directly down the wall above the head.

The screams sounded, and the evil spirit smiled unscrupulously. He overturned the four portraits on the altar table and grabbed the soul chaser in the bear pajamas with one hand.

"Hey, look, is this your child?"