Everyone was stunned when they saw the bulge crawling up to Regel's body.
Sneijder lost his voice and shouted: "Regel" Regel was stunned for a moment, then he pulled up the quilt and looked inside reluctantly.
He was also shocked.
He saw a pale female ghost with a face that seemed to be glowing.
Blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth.
The depths were creeping toward him. . .
Seeing that Reger was stunned for a moment, Rudolf and Cheng Qianxun went up almost at the same time and lifted the quilt in unison.
But when the quilt was lifted, it was empty, with nothing inside.
Only one or two irregular drops of blood dripped on the quilt, proving that what he just saw was not an illusion.
Reger gasped and looked at himself, his face turned pale.
It was indeed scary, very scary, like a ghost pressing on the bed, but this ghost actually appeared.
At this time, Harold was also shocked.
He saw a bulge in his quilt, and then slowly moved towards the mouth of the quilt. . .
"Don't look" Cheng Qianxun and Regel shouted out almost at the same time.
Rudolph immediately turned around and lifted Harold's quilt behind him.
He saw two or three drops of blood on the quilt, which was dazzlingly red.
Harold's breathing also quickened, and Regal stood up slowly while panting: "Fortunately, you didn't see it.
Trust me, it would be better if you didn't see it."
That face was indeed too terrifying.
It was so pale that it looked like a ghost that had been tortured to death.
I thought that if it slowly climbed up from the heel, if it climbed to the chest, it would take out the intestines and heart. . .
Ah, it’s creepy just thinking about it.
Who else was sleeping under the quilt?
Everyone looked to the left and saw Basong still asleep with the quilt covered.
"Ba..."
Hogan, who was on duty, was about to shout, but Regel stopped him with a gesture.
Reger strode over, reached Bassong in two steps, and lifted the quilt with his hands.
There was nothing under the quilt, Basong looked confused: "Why, what's the matter?"
He slept so soundly, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.
"Get up!"
Reger shouted, and before Basong could recover, he grabbed him up.
There was nothing on the quilt, obviously the ghost hadn't or hadn't had time to get under his quilt.
Reger loosened his grip, threw down his chin, and returned to his quilt.
"Hey, what do you mean?"
Basong said dissatisfied.
Rudolf knelt down and lightly touched some blood on the quilt with his fingers.
He spread his fingers under his nose and sniffed: "It's human blood, it's quite fresh."
"Blood" Basong's dissatisfied expression turned into panic.
"It's okay, sleep with you," Hogan yelled.
Reger's pale face has not yet recovered: "Why don't you wake me up at the top of the hour now."
"Me too."
Cheng Qianxun was also frightened.
Anyone who saw that face would be frightened.
"I'll call you on the hour.
Go to sleep and wrap the quilt tightly."
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Rudolph comforted him.
In order to prove that everything was fine, he lay down on the quilt first, then took a corner of the quilt in his hand and turned it around.
The quilt was tightly wrapped around his body.
"But, if that ghost can make his body very flat..."
Reger was still worried.
"Stop talking," Cheng Qianxun almost shouted: "Don't think about it anymore, otherwise we won't have to sleep under the quilt these days."
Rudolf sneered: "Not only don't you need to cover yourself with a quilt, you may not even need to sleep.
Hurry up and lie down to sleep.
You won't have to get up again within an hour."
Cheng Qianxun tremblingly returned to the floor and lifted the quilt.
The blood on the quilt had been absorbed by the quilt, and the bright red slowly turned into dark red.
But it was enough to remind me that there was a ghost in the quilt just now.
Reger walked up to Sneijder, bent down and patted Sneijder on the shoulder: "I can't sleep anymore.
How about I come on duty and you go to sleep."
Sneijder turned his head and looked at Cheng Qianxun, and he knew it.
"Forget it."
Rudolf sat up.
His quilt was wrapped tightly, and the quilt was wrapped around him when he sat up: "Let's all sleep.
Anyway, we have basically mastered the rules now.
The next hour should not be so fast, so we can take a nap."
Two or three hours.”
So everyone lay down, Sneijder lying in the middle, Cheng Qianxun on the left and Regel on the right.
With Sneijder under the quilt, he is obviously relieved.
After a while, there was a slight sound of snoring in the room.
But most people still couldn't sleep, so they just closed their eyes and rested their minds.
More than an hour passed like this with my eyes closed but unable to fall asleep.
During this period, the clock downstairs rang again.
As expected, as Rudolf said, the ghost did not come to trouble so quickly, and everything was the same.
When the clock downstairs rang again at half hour, many people couldn't sleep.
It's almost midnight, and things tend to get more complicated late at night.
Cheng Qianxun asked softly: "Are you asleep?"
"Shh, Sneijder is asleep."
Reger slowly sat up, walked to another corner, and sat on the corner where the quilt was placed.
Cheng Qianxun also slowly stood up and saw that Sneijder was sleeping soundly.
After tucking him in, he walked to Reger and sat down.
The pale face under the quilt still makes people feel frightened.
Cheng Qianxun said softly: "I don't know what the next ghost will be."
"No matter what it is."
Reger smiled cheerfully, with a bit of self-deprecation: "At least we are all still alive, right?"
Yes, they are all alive.
Although ghosts come every day to cause trouble, they are still alive.
It was enough to be thankful that he didn't have his soul seduced or be crushed to death by the wax man.
But only three days have passed, and there are still five days to go.
I don’t know what will happen next.
Cheng Qianxun felt scared, very scared.
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In fact, it is not just death that we are afraid of.
Sometimes waiting to die is more terrifying than death. . .
At this time, Reger stretched out his hand and hugged her.
She smiled gratefully and rested her head on Regal's chest.
People really can't be alone.
With teammates, it seems that there is an extra hope of survival.
"Dang-dang-dang..."
The clock downstairs rang again.
Rudolph woke up again, and he seemed to be able to open his eyes as soon as the o'clock arrived.
He spun around on the floor, shook off the quilt wrapped around him, and found the salt gun in his hand: "Guys, wake up, it's almost time."
Cheng Qianxun got up from Lei Geer's arms, went to get the holy water placed next to him, and shouted: "Wake up, wait for five minutes and everything will be fine, and then you can go back to sleep."
So everyone woke up one after another, yawning and went to get the ghost exorcism supplies.
Bassong was still sleeping with his head covered.
Reger frowned slightly and said to Hogan, "Go and wake him up."
Hogan picked up the Bible and said impatiently: "Just treat him as dead."
"But he's not dead.
He still consumes food and water every day."
Rudolf sneered, standing and slowly turning around with a salt gun, checking for anything strange around him: "It's okay not to scream, let him sleep more, that will help Eat less.”
"Come on."
Harold held the silver knife tightly in his hand and slowly turned it in a circle.
He looked around the house, especially the door and windows, and said angrily: "I don't see him eating much less."
"Great and merciful Satan, please don't add to our sufferings.
Under your protection..."
Everyone turned to face Hogan who was mumbling something.
Hogan stopped for the time being and raised his eyebrows at everyone: "Pray, maybe it will help."
"This prayer was also temporarily changed."
Harold rolled his eyes: "You are praying to Satan...it is really yours."
It's really funny.
Their current troubles seem to be caused by Satan.
But it's no wonder Hogan, it seems like no other gods appear in front of him except Satan.
All I can do is beg Satan to be a little more lenient.
"Hey..."
The light above the head suddenly turned on and off.
Everyone looked at each other sadly.
Needless to say, they knew that something was coming at this point.
Regel said half-truthfully: "Oh, thank you, the great Satan, for at least pointing out the darkness for us, making us more certain of the existence of evil and ready to face the next tribulation."
It's really apt.
If all the energy is not focused on dealing with the ghosts that are about to appear, otherwise I would really praise him.
The lights above the head dimmed, and the moonlight outside was like water, shining into the room from the window.
There is no poetic feeling at this time, but it feels more like the moonlight is shining into the tomb, and the tomb is this room.
Rudolph noticed something and whispered: "Moonlight."
Moonlight, what kind of moonlight, if it were from the past, I might not take it seriously, thinking that Rudolph was still in high spirits at this time.
But after being in contact with him for a long time, everyone knows that Rudolph is not a person who is high-minded at critical moments, nor can he joke.
All eyes were turned to the window sill.
I saw the moonlight like silver water shining into the house through the window sill, and a black shadow was like ink dripping into the water, slowly spreading out, but it did not become lighter and lighter, but became more and more dark.
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The thicker. . .
Holding a cross in one hand and a Bible in the other, Hogan shouted: "Get out of here, get out of here!"
But the black smoke was still growing, and floated to the moonlit wall, gradually taking on the shape of a human.
The silver knife fell from Harold's hand and he threw it away.
A ray of silver light shot through the black shadow and penetrated into the wall with a "dong" sound.
Two white holes appeared on the head of the black shadow, and together with the irregular shape under the head, it looked like a skull dressed in black.
"Shoot, hurry, shoot!"
Hogan's feet trembled, and his words trembled with his fighting teeth.
"It's useless."
Rudolph tried his best to stay calm: "It should be just a shadow.
If the knife doesn't work, neither does the salt."
So what are you waiting for?
Run away.
Everyone turned and rushed to the door.
The door handle was broken.
Regel held the protruding shaft part and opened the door.
But at the door was the pale-faced female ghost who was hiding under the bed just now.
Her eyes were slightly dull and blood-red, and there was blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
"Dong" Reger closed the door again.
If he didn't close the door, he would still be polite and polite to the female ghost: "Can you give way, we have to go."
He also used the chair next to him to push up the door.
Although it was useless, anyone could break the door open, but that was all that could be done at this time.
There are ghosts outside, and there are ghosts here, just like there are wolves outside and tigers inside, it just depends on which hand you die in.
Everyone panted and looked at the increasingly clear ghosts on the wall.
Everyone's adrenaline increased violently and they broke into cold sweats
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