Looking at the black ghost, everyone really doesn't want to go out or stay here.
They could only squeeze together subconsciously and look at the skeleton-like ghost on the wall in horror.
The ghost's head suddenly shook slightly, driving a row of jagged teeth below, and let out an eerie laugh: "Hahaha..."
"Oh my god!"
There was a lot of howling and howling here, the shouting was louder than the other party's laughter, but it actually shocked the other party.
"Stop screaming."
The ghost actually spoke.
The two symmetrical white circles on its head were like eyes.
Under the moonlight, they looked even more sinister.
Then the black body under its head had a black claw that looked like five dead branches.
It rolled up the silver knife inserted in the wall and pulled it out.
The knife was thrown in front of everyone, making a harsh sound, which also proved that it was lethal.
"Yeah" the ghost made a long sound and said leisurely: "Is this how you treat good ghosts who are ready to give you a chance?"
"You, what do you want to do?"
Mike plucked up the courage and asked tremblingly, then shrank back into the crowd.
"Come here and tell you how to win without going through this."
The ghost spread his arms, but on the wall, he could only see a long black shadow below that turned into a bat with wings spread.
"Well, tell me then."
Even if Mike pretends to be pretending, he still has some courage.
"It's impossible for you to get out of here alive.
There are ghosts everywhere here, and they all want your life."
The ghost's words made people feel frightened, and it laughed loudly: "Now the higher ups take pity on you, so I will One chance for you."
It paused for a moment, and after whetting everyone's appetite, it pretended to be mysterious and said: "Someone is actually dead."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then heard the ghost continue: "He may not even know that he is dead, and he continues to live among you."
"Who is this person?"
someone asked.
"Oh" the ghost covered his mouth with his hand and chuckled: "Then you have to find it yourself.
As long as you find it, at least one of you will be able to get out alive.
Otherwise..."
At this time, it suddenly spread its arms, and the darkness was so huge that it enveloped the entire wall, and let out a terrifying low roar: "You are all going to die."
Everyone was startled by the sudden arrival.
Cheng Qianxun suddenly noticed something.
This ghost looked very much like a person. . .
It's a bit like Satan's mammon, but the posture is more noble. . .
She seemed to know who it was, but she wasn't sure yet.
"Look for it.
I'll give you one day.
If you still can't find it at midnight tomorrow, just wait for death to come."
The ghost's voice became more and more terrifying.
It kept changing on the wall, and its head and body kept changing.
It's twisted, but no matter how it changes, you can still see the skull.
And the last words echoed again and again: "Death is coming, death is coming..."
"I know."
Mike said with a trembling voice, "We will find out."
"Okay..."
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The shadow ghost changed into its original state, and its lower body shrank into a single line, like a gentleman tightly wrapped in a cloak, and said with a bit of arrogance: "I'm waiting for the final news."
"Thank you very much" Cheng Qianxun stood up a little suddenly: "Thank you for your message, thank you very much" Then she raised her hands in a grandiose 19th-century court etiquette.
However, the ghost on the wall actually saluted with his arms spread out.
It looked so similar, except that he didn't have a scepter in one hand.
Everyone's fear immediately disappeared when they saw it, and they tried their best to hold back their laughter.
The other party probably noticed it and said quickly: "That's all I'll say, goodbye."
After saying that, it turned into a black smoke on the wall and drifted away.
"Don't leave, do we really want to find him?"
Cheng Qianxun ran to the window with a smile and shouted outside.
But it seems that the ghost of Mathes has disappeared.
He turned into a black shadow, and of course he came and went without a trace.
Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Mathais's artificial voice coming from the window: "It's so annoying, it's been seen out."
Everyone finally couldn't help laughing, and then Mathais's voice came again: "Stop laughing, this is nothing funny.
Anyway, the search process is exciting enough, so there won't be any ghosts to disturb you."
Cheng Qianxun turned around and bargained: "We will definitely look for it, but one day is not enough, how about two days?"
But Mathes didn't speak again.
After waiting for a full five minutes, there was no reply.
Cheng Qianxun could only turn around and sigh helplessly to everyone: "Did you hear that?
Let's find out who is the most qualified."
Might be dead" Needless to say, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Basong, who was still sleeping with his quilt covered.
Basong's quilt was suddenly pulled off, and then some water was sprayed on his face.
"What, what..."
Basong woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and shouted out in horror: "Ah" "Tell me, are you dead..."
Several ghostly and terrifying faces appeared in front of him, and one of them asked in a trembling voice.
There were two or three hands twitching convulsively in front of him, as if they were trying to pinch his neck.
Basong was scared to death.
After seeing it clearly, he rolled his eyes and swatted away the "ghost hands" in front of him: "What are you making a fuss about?"
Reger placed the light bulb under his chin and wrapped it in paper.
He took it out of the paper and held the wire hanging the bright light bulb: "You are already dead, and you are afraid to death of being scared."
"You just died."
Basong stroked his chest: "If you died, it was because you were scared to death just now.
Why are you so crazy?"
Hogan looked at Basong with a hint of evil: "Don't tell us that you sat with those wax figures downstairs for two nights and a day, and you didn't even know that the wax figures moved."
"Didn't I faint?"
Basong defended, looking innocent: "If you hadn't woken me up...
By the way, I ate something, will ghosts eat something?"
"Yes."
Cheng Qianxun replied affirmatively: "The ghosts in my place can eat, and they even offer food as sacrifices every Winter Solstice and Qingming Festival."
"Yes, ghosts can also eat."
Mike glared angrily: "He ate so much, deliberately hoping that none of us would survive."
"You can't talk nonsense."
Basong quickly found an excuse: "It's just because I haven't eaten for so long that I'm hungry.
Why do you think of such a strange question?
I'm a human, not a ghost."
"It's so annoying."
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Rudolf snatched the silver knife from Harold's hand, put it on Bassong's neck, and threatened in a very sinister tone: "Boy, you'd better tell us now, Are you dead?
There are many ways to check whether it is a ghost.
One of them is to let some blood go out."
Of course everyone immediately cooperated and all gathered around and laughed evilly.
"That's right," Sneijder said with a grin, "Either ghosts have no blood, or their blood is cold."
"What are you doing?
Are you all crazy?"
Bassong tried to stand up in fear, but was immediately pushed back by Rudolph.
Obviously everyone was not joking.
He said anxiously: "Okay, okay, if you want to bleed, just do it.
But if you want to test it on your hands, touch my neck and my face to see if they are warm.
Listen.
My heartbeat, my breathing."
Everyone looked at each other, and Harold put his finger on Bassong's neck: "There is indeed a pulse."
"Maybe it's a high-level ghost who did anything to hide his identity."
After thinking about it, Cheng Qianxun sat down and began to take off Basong's sneakers.
"What are you doing?"
Basong started to struggle, but was immediately frightened by everyone's gaze and did not dare to move.
"It is said that ghosts have no legs, let me see..."
Cheng Qianxun took off Basong's shoes.
"Yeah" everyone covered their noses.
"Oh my god" Mike blinked, looking extremely painful: "I'm about to shed tears."
"My feet are indeed a little sweaty, so there's no need to be like this."
Basong looked embarrassed and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll take off my socks myself."
After taking off the socks, there is no abnormality in the two feet and ten toes.
Basong looked at everyone and said, "Now do you believe it?"
He also raised his smelly feet.
"Go to hell" Mike covered his nose and avoided it.
"Okay."
Sneijder smiled bitterly, turned over and sat next to him: "It's dark again.
Please close your eyes.
There's really a lot of fun in one day."
Reger said to the two people: "Harold, Rudolph, it's up to you now.
You are professionals, you can't tell them apart, let alone us."
Rudolf sneered: "Isn't it possible that one of us is already dead?
You know, he may have died here, or he may have died before coming here."
Everyone's eyes turned to Mike, who was gasping for breath at the window.
It was already agreed that as long as he searched hard, he would not be disturbed by ghosts for a day.
He realized that everyone was looking at him.
He was stunned for a moment, and then pointed at himself: "Me?"
"It's possible," Rudolf said lightly, "You were already dead at that time.
It seemed like Satan resurrected you.
Maybe you were just a living dead, but in fact you were still a dead person."
What a good reasoning.
Everyone thought it was possible and nodded repeatedly.
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"I" Mike lost his temper again: "Okay, I'll prove that I'm not a ghost."
He walked up to Rudolf and stretched out his arm: "Come on, cut me with a knife and see if I am a ghost."
"Also, my shoes."
He took off his shoes, revealing two bare feet, and held them up for everyone to see: "See, I have feet."
"And..."
He suddenly took off his sportswear top, exposed his chest, and patted it with his hands: "Come here and listen, my heart will definitely pound."
Rudolph frowned slightly: "If it wasn't Mike, could it be me?"
"No," Regel said, "The four of us have come all the way.
It's impossible not to know if one of us dies."
Everyone's attention turned to Harold again.
Basong immediately pointed: "By the way, Harold is the only one whose teammates are all dead.
Go and listen to see if his heart is beating
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