My old gong is a ghost?

Just when Tong Xiaosong and Wu Mabo were thinking that Gu Xuan might not be able to enter, Gu Xuan suddenly kicked hard at the most vulnerable corner of the iron door.

The iron door instantly made a rumbling sound similar to thunder.

"What are you doing!" Wumabo was shocked: "What if you woke up the people in the construction site!?"

Gu Xuan sneered while kicking hard: "Isn't that better, then someone will open the door, and I can pay to let us in, no one doesn't like money, as long as I have money, I can pass anywhere. "

Wumabo gasped, and looked at Gu Xuan in disbelief, he didn't expect Gu Xuan's idea to be like this.

Tong Xiaosong frowned, feeling something was wrong: "There is such a big commotion, why is no one coming out of the construction site? Don't all the workers live there?"

Wumabo was stunned for a moment: "Yeah, why didn't anyone come out?"

With a bang, Gu Xuan kicked open a corner of the metal door, allowing an adult to easily get in.

Gu Xuan looked up at Tong Xiaosong and Wu Mabo, smiled maliciously, pointed at Tong Xiaosong and said, "You go in first."

Tong Xiaosong: ...

He had some doubts, was Gu Xuan who was helping him with farm work and this Gu Xuan who was full of malice and confusion at the moment really the same person?

It's really hard to get in touch with.

Could it be that Gu Xuan has a split personality?

Otherwise, it is really hard to explain or figure out.

At this moment, Wu Mabo patted Tong Xiaosong's shoulder, glared at Gu Xuan, and said, "I'll go in first."

Saying that, Wuma Bo neatly got in.

Wumabo: "Huh? The workers don't seem to be asleep yet, isn't that right, huh? Damn..."

The tone of the other party seemed to have seen something incredible.

Gu Xuan hurriedly asked: "What did you see?"

"Fuck..." Wumabo only uttered such a monophonic exclamation.

Gu Xuan was a little impatient: "What did you see! Tell me!"

Tong Xiaosong glanced at Gu Xuan and said, "You'll know if you go in."

Saying that, he bent down and got in too.

Because Wumabo didn't go inside after entering, it somewhat blocked his sight.

He took two steps to the side and saw the inside of the construction site, and only then did he understand what Wumabo was marveling at.

A large lamp was turned on on the tower crane in the center of the construction site.

And the workers on the construction site were not sleeping as they imagined, but stood in two rows around the headlight.

Because they were far away, they couldn't see clearly. The only thing I could see was that these people were neatly dressed and wearing hard hats, looking solemn as if they were about to welcome something.

They made such a big movement, those people didn't turn their heads, as if they were holding some weird ceremony.

In the middle of the night, it seemed indescribably evil.

Gu Xuan also got in. He looked at those people on the construction site, squinted his eyes, and then strode forward.

Tong Xiaosong and Wu Mabo also came back to their senses, and followed Gu Xuan to that side.

As they got closer, they became even more frightened.

These workers stood there with their eyes open, like logs, with weird and festive smiles on their faces, but their eyes were shockingly empty.

They observed for a long time, but those people didn't even blink their eyes once.

The workers seemed to have turned into the living dead, standing in two rows like this, which made people's scalp tingling and frightening.

Wumabo reached out and touched one of the workers, only to see that person turned his head in a swish, facing Wumabo with that unchanging festive expression, and his empty eyes were lifeless.

Tong Xiaosong noticed that the man's hand moved, as if he was about to raise it to grab Wumabo.

For some reason, he had a premonition, if this worker caught Wumabo, would something happen to Wumabo just like Wen Dong and Ke Lin?

Almost subconsciously, he pulled Wumabo over.

Wumabo: "What's wrong?"

At the same time, the worker also moved, raised his hand and grabbed the place where Wumabo was standing, because it was empty, so when he withdrew his hand, he grabbed the worker next to him, and he flicked it stiffly , The worker was thrown by him on the road between the two rows of people.

A position was vacated, and the other workers, like building block toys, moved rigidly and mechanically to fill up the gap.

Wumabo was stunned: "Fuck me?"

The workers on the narrow road blinked their eyes, as if they had woken up.

He looked around, yelled twice in horror, and then wanted to rush out of the narrow road, but was blocked by the workers. He couldn't rush out no matter what, so he could only run along the narrow road.

And at this time, the sound of drums came from nowhere.

Along with the sound of the drum, there was a burst of wailing, not the wailing of one or two people, but the wailing and sighing of many, countless people, as if there were many, many people ups and downs in suffering, full of sorrow, but Can't resist.

The workers on the sidewalk stopped in their tracks, looking back in horror and doubt.

Gu Xuan was startled, stepped back a few steps and came to Wumabo's side, seemingly unintentionally standing behind Wumabo.

Tong Xiaosong turned his head and took a look, he always had the feeling that Gu Xuan would push Wumabo out when he was in danger, he pulled Wumabo again, and moved two steps to the side.

Wumabo didn't notice these undercurrents, he squinted his eyes and murmured in horror: "Why does it seem that a lot of people are coming?"

Needless to say, Wu Mabo, Tong Xiaosong and Gu Xuan also heard the uneven footsteps.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, there are panting, sighing and whimpering, indescribable chaos and noise, full of negativity and despair.

These voices don't seem to be made by normal people. If you have to compare them, they are more like the hopeless lament of a dying person. The last breath of life dissipates in this world along with the sigh.

I don't know when the surroundings are filled with a faint mist, making everything around me a little unclear, like an illusion and like a dream.

As those people got closer and closer, they found that the people walking along the narrow road in the distance were not human beings...

Tong Xiaosong gasped, and immediately grabbed Wu Mabo's clothes.

Even Wumabo was taken aback, and unconsciously took two steps back.

I saw a group of ragged 'people' with strange postures coming from a distance.

They stand on tiptoe, like reptiles, filled with despair and lifelessness, moving their limbs stiffly, seemingly aimlessly, and seem to be able to devour everything.

These human-shaped things were full of rot and blood, and there was an indescribable stench. There was still a black-purple liquid flowing from the stumps and broken arms, dripping to the ground.

The most frightening thing is the eyes of these things, their eyes are wide open, as if they are searching for something, there is lifelessness and despair inside, they seem to be ready to drag something into their world at any time.

"Ghost...Ghost!" The workers on the sidewalk yelled in horror.

At this time, he also saw Tong Xiaosong and others outside the lane. He rushed towards the human wall formed by his workers and struggled desperately, but no matter what he struggled, he couldn't get out of the wall formed by his body.

He cried out in horror: "Help me! Save me!"

Wumabo stepped forward and wanted to drag him out, but just after taking two steps, the worker who was acting as the wall in front turned around with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was only waiting for Wumabo to approach, and then he pulled hard, Wumabo They will end up in the same fate as the worker on the sidewalk.

Wuma Bo paused, he really didn't dare to go forward, he was not timid, but he was worried that he would give himself away for nothing if he failed to save anyone.

Seeing that Wu Mabo had retreated, the worker became even more desperate: "I beg you! Help me! Help me!"

Soon, that group of human-like and non-human things came to the path in front of them.

Those things seemed to have spotted the workers in the aisle, and they sped up their speed, making weird noises.

When they came in front of them, they did not do anything to the workers, but continued to move forward stiffly, engulfing the screaming workers into their ranks, drifting uncontrollably.

Workers are like drowning people who can't swim. They stretched out their arms and longed for them, but they were drowned countless times.

They are menacing, with almost no tail in sight, exuding soaring resentment and death.