Yang Mian's eyes were hollow, but his eyes were empty, there were no wet women, no dripping hair, nothing but a wall with tiles.
After "snapping" for a long time, Yang Mian suddenly waved his hand and slapped himself, and the force suddenly made half of his face red and swollen, and the five finger prints were very clear.
Yang Mian hid his face and cried: "What the hell is going on, am I dazzled, or, or is I entangled by something, who can tell me what happened" People's inner endurance is completely determined by character, almost the same situation happened, Xu Zheng chose to grit his teeth and face it, Yang Mian cried helplessly, it didn't seem to be much different, but you have to understand that things like ghosts and femininities also depend on people's cooking If it is strong, it is weak, and when it is weak, it is strong, to put it bluntly, I like to pick soft persimmons to pinch.
A person's heart has a strong firm belief, usually speaking, it can avoid being haunted by sneaks, the same are people, an ordinary person and the police stand there, the first choice of the ghost must be an ordinary person, and then you have to walk around the police, the difference between these two people is no longer reflected on the strength of the will and the heart.
When Xu Zheng and Xiaoyou encountered the old lady, if he hadn't delayed the time in an orderly manner, how could Xiang Que rush over to save them at a critical moment, and Yang Mian gave up the struggle very helplessly after the blow, so what was waiting for him might be an idea Fate is gone.
Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Yang Mian, who was distracted, stood up with the sink and walked to the door of the bathroom Bu pause's head buzzed, and he turned stiffly, staring at the running faucet, and then raised his head to look at the mirror in front of him.
In the mirror, a woman wearing a coarse cloth and above her body, her wet hair was still dripping with water, looking at him quietly, Yang Mian pursed her lips, her pupils gradually dilated, and she held her breath.
"Eh" Suddenly, Yang Mian felt a pair of cold hands suddenly choke his neck from behind, and there was a skin-penetrating coolness coming from his neck, and his whole body felt a little cold and piercing, "Tick, tick" Yang Mian was keenly aware that there seemed to be drops of water on his neck on it, and then all the way to his back and chest.
The woman in the mirror suddenly smiled, very calmly and gently, but the smile with that pale face looked too intimidating.
The woman in the mirror suddenly put her head next to Yang Mian's head at this time, and then he obviously felt that the strength of the hands on his neck was getting stronger and stronger.
"Uh, uh" Yang Mian rolled his eyes and subconsciously struggled twice, and then his body suddenly softened and slid to the ground, and then the woman behind him let go of her hands and stuck to Yang Mian's body tightly and disappeared in.
After a while, Yang Mian, who fell to the ground, stood up again and walked out of the bathroom, but his eyes were very hollow, and his limbs were very stiff when he walked, as if he was being manipulated and manipulated.
"Kick, kick, kick" Yang Mian stepped on the stairs step by step and walked downstairs, it seemed that he was a little unaccustomed to going downstairs, Yang Mian stepped on the air when he took a step, and suddenly his body was forward, and the person rolled down the stairs directly, and then hit the opposite side with a "bang". on the wall.
"Crunch" downstairs, Yang Mian's parents heard the movement on the stairs and pushed open the door, turned on the light and walked out in pajamas, and saw Yang Mian who hit the wall and got up from the ground stiffly.
"Xiao Mian, Xiao Mian, what's wrong with you, why did you fall off?"
Yang Mian didn't seem to hear his parents' inquiry, his eyes looked blankly ahead, and he stepped out stiffly.
Yang Mian's mother grabbed him and said, "Xiao Mian, what are you doing, talking?"
"Pop" Yang Mian shook off his mother's hand, still walking forward, his father immediately got angry, walked over and slapped him in the face: "Look at you, it's getting more and more disagreeable, such a big person doesn't go out to work, lying upstairs for a day, your mother talks to you."
You still pretend you don't hear, what do you think, huh?
” Yang Mian was still indifferent, his father's beating and scolding and his mother's reproach seemed to be completely unresponsive, so he just walked forward, and then walked to the living room to the floor-to-ceiling window, and reached out to open the window.
"Little Crown······ His mother was suddenly shocked, and she stepped forward and pulled him and asked, "What are you going to do, why are you opening the window, you are talking, don't scare your mother" "Poof" Yang Mian directly knocked his mother open, and then climbed up to the window, then Yang Mian's father seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward and hugged his son: "Come here, come here, hold him down with me, hurry up" Yang Mian's parents dragged him at the same time and then forcibly lifted the person down from the window, and held down his hands and feet very physically, but they felt that the son under them was surprisingly strong, and even felt that this could not be the strength that a young man in his twenties should have Holding a man is like holding a cow.
"Roaring ······" Yang Mian suddenly grinned, his eyes widened, and his parents suddenly noticed that their son's facial features could be distorted and deformed, and his lips didn't know when they were bitten, and the flesh and blood were mixed together, and his lips were almost opened.
"Poof, poof" Yang Mian struggled and suddenly overturned his parents, pushed the two aside with great force, hit the wall, and then his eyes were red and swollen and pounced on his mother's body at once, opened his mouth and bit his mother's neck fiercely, fortunately she reacted in time, hurriedly stretched out his arm to block it.
"Ah······h Yang Mian's mother felt a sharp pain in her arm, and a large piece of flesh was actually torn off by Yang Mian, and then he bit it all in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach.
Yang Mian's mother was immediately blindsided, looking at her son in astonishment, holding her bleeding arm trembling and not knowing what she was muttering.
Yang Mian turned around and walked towards the window at this time, and climbed to the window, Yang Mian's mother shouted in a distracted voice: "Child, child, what's wrong with you?"
” Over there, Yang Mian's father saw this, and hurriedly ran over again.
"Open the door ·······"