Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

The corridor was empty, but Jiang Chi's keen hearing made it impossible for him to ignore the sharp laughter of children and the whispers of adults talking and laughing.

There were only Jiang Chi and the female ghost in the corridor.

The shadows reflected on the snow-white wall are densely packed, as if countless tall and short people are crowded in this narrow space, and the human-shaped shadows are elongated and twisted under the flickering incandescent lights.

The cold and viscous voice of the female ghost became more erratic and terrifying.

Like this... everyone would be afraid!

Jiang Chi's fox ears pricked up, and he shrunk his neck unconsciously in the cold embrace of the person behind him.

He tried to obey the warnings in the elevator game, ignoring the perverted female ghost who always liked to pick on him, but it didn't work at all.

The female ghost grabbed the boy's slender and white neck, and knocked her chin into the boy's sunken shoulder.

This should be a very romantic gesture.

If the target is not this female ghost who doesn't even have the whites of her eyes and wears scary makeup.

She seemed a little dissatisfied with the boy's ignorance, and stretched out the tip of her cold snake-like tongue to gently lick the boy's lips.

Jiang Chi's whole body froze, and the sparks traveled all the way from the tip of his tail to his ears, blasting the boy into a mess of cotton balls.

The female ghost didn't feel that she had brought much visual impact to the innocent fox at all, she curled her scarlet lips, and tightly held the boy's trembling hand.

Her hand was actually a circle bigger than Jiang Chi's, and it completely covered the young man's white and slender palm in her hand.

"Open the door, Xiao Chi, and see where we will come." She still spoke in that neutral, soft voice like a siren that made it difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Jiang Chi didn't notice the ghost's bewitching voice, he focused on what the ghost said.

What do you mean, has Fu Zhiyu's home become any door?Open it and you will enter a parallel world.

For some reason, Jiang Chi felt that this method looked familiar.

The female ghost held Jiang Chi's hand possessively and led the boy to open the door that looked a bit old.

The glaring white light almost hurt the boy's eyes at that moment. The female ghost was very careful looking at the horror, and covered Jiang Chi's eyes with her hands.

The long, soft and curled eyelashes scratched the palm of his hand innocently and slowly, exuding an imperceptible coolness.

The body that has been dead for a long time can actually feel the trembling like electricity.

The female ghost grinned, watching the scenery in the room gradually become complete, and then withdrew her hand covering the young man's face without further ado.

"1201." The female ghost leaned on the boy's shoulder slowly and narrated in her soft voice, "Every ten years, a resident will die here."

Jiang Chi frowned, unable to ignore the female ghost's accusations any longer.

"But the age of this apartment has not exceeded ten years." The boy pointed out the loopholes in the female ghost's story, and felt more and more that this guy was making up stories to deceive him.

The expression on the female ghost's face suddenly became a little weird.

Probably just for a moment, he quickly became normal, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a mocking tone: "Really?"

He didn't explain anymore, lazily wrapped around the young man's thin shoulders behind him, his movements were obviously lazy, only Jiang Chi knew how much strength he used.

In his hallucination, every bone was squeaky and painful.

The ghost didn't breathe, but Jiang Chi clearly felt a gust of cool wind blowing from the back of his neck, and the lifted tail of snow-colored hair brushed against the back of his pale neck, passing a small piece of goose bumps.

But he no longer had time to explore the unfinished meaning of the female ghost's words.

In front of him was a house that looked old, perhaps it was the dim and gloomy sunlight that cast a weird and old filter on the scene in front of him.

Very warm home decoration, brightly colored sofas, cartoons on the TV, and children's toys on the carpet painted with cartoon characters.

A small ball rolled to Jiang Chi's toes.

The boy froze for a moment, and retrieved the ball with the same small hand.

It was a very cute child, wearing short sleeves with Ultraman printed on it, and his knuckle-like calves were exposed under the shorts.

Those round eyes with extremely long eyelashes seemed to be able to travel through time and space to see the boy who suddenly appeared at home. The child bent his eyes and said, "Hello, brother."

"Little Zhi! What nonsense are you talking about again!" A woman's voice came from the kitchen.

Soon a very gentle-looking woman came out of the kitchen. She seemed to be busy cooking, holding a kitchen knife with a slice of tomato in her hand.

Jiang Chi subconsciously wanted to slip away, but the woman didn't seem to notice the visitor from another time and space at all.

The little boy held the ball and stretched out his finger to point to Jiang Chi's position: "Mom, our family has a very beautiful brother..."

The woman put down the knife, knelt down and wiped the child's face: "Where is my brother, stop talking nonsense! Why is your face so dirty, hurry up and wash it! Be careful when Dad comes back and beats you again!"

It turns out... adults can't see it.

Jiang Chi breathed a sigh of relief, and heard the female ghost behind him laugh softly.

Jiang Chi thought he was laughing at himself, so he couldn't help but blush a little, and said calmly, "Anyone who encounters this kind of situation for the first time will be nervous."

The female ghost wrapped her arms around the young man's slender neck, with an imperceptible soft smile in her tone: "Okay, okay, I'm so rare."

This ghost also blames cultured people.

Jiang Chi thought sullenly.

He couldn't understand the reason why the female ghost let him see this picture of family harmony.

Could it be that this child is actually Fu Zhiyu's childhood?

Fu Zhiyu shouldn't be so cute, right?

It feels like even a miniature version of Fu Zhiyu would be an unlovable gloomy kid.

A woman, and a child.

Does this mean anything?

Jiang Chi looked confused, but the picture changed again.

Still in this house full of life, the successful male owner finally appeared.

The increasingly dim sunset turned bloody red, imbuing the entire spacious living room with an ominous and gloomy atmosphere.

A large amount of hideous blood was smeared on his rather handsome face, a pair of eyes burst out like fish eyes under extreme anger, and his facial features became distorted under the influence of blood.

The snow-white shirt was also stained with large patches of blood.

The room was quiet, only the rough/breathing of the man's throat like a beast could be heard.

The man finally calmed down. He stared blankly at the blood on his hands, and the boning knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

Those scarlet eyes seemed to be looking at Jiang Chi through time.

Jiang Chi was completely numb under the strange gaze, and could only rely on the female ghost behind him to give him some restless and vague sense of security.

The space under his feet changed again, this time the room turned into a murder scene with a yellow line, the man was pinned to the ground with his arms twisted like a beast waiting to be slaughtered, his red eyes let out an unwilling roar.

"He deserves it, you bastard." The female ghost's voice was cold, and she looked indifferently at the writhing man on the ground, "Jealousy, jealousy, unwillingness, hatred."

"Just because of suspicion, he did this to his wife and children."

"Xiao Chi, look, what a dirty thing a man is." He put his arms around the boy's shoulders and neck, smiled and kissed the boy's cold earlobe, "He deserves to die, doesn't he?"

"Human laws are still too cheap for him."

"Peel his skin, tear his bones, pull his tendons, eternal life is not as good as reincarnation, that's interesting, isn't it?" the female ghost giggled.

He let out a sigh of emotion: "Thanks to that gentleman, who made us avenge our vengeance."

that gentleman?Who is that?

He lovingly stroked the young man's wet and cool hair: "So even if I love Xiaochi very much, I can't make Xiaochi belong to me alone."

He laughed, and there was a trace of dog-like flattery in those weird black eyes: "But it doesn't matter if I kiss first?"

It doesn't seem to help that I can't kiss.

Jiang Chi shook his ears.

Aggrieved, she let the perverted female ghost hug him and kiss him.It seems that there is an extra Big Mac pendant on his body.

"It looks like that person isn't here." The female ghost sighed out of boredom, and led Jiang Chi out to reopen the door of room 1201.

This time, it was a clean and tidy new house, presumably newlyweds lived in it.

On the snow-white walls are the wedding photos of the young couple. The girls are beautiful and the boys are handsome. They look like a very good match.

It's just that since it appeared in the memory of this house, it shows that the ending of this couple should also be very bloody.

The hostess is a naive and beautiful rich lady who loves her husband from a poor background with full enthusiasm, and even uses the family wealth to help the man succeed.

However, the husband of this family is not a grateful person.

He carefully invited the bronze statue of a man with a snake tail back home, deceiving his wife that it was just an ordinary decoration, but he would burn incense every day, praying for endless money, power and women.

The evil god was ignorant, and the man's wishes came true one by one.

It's just that the more and more greedy men don't seem to know that the evil god's wish always requires a bloodier tribute, which will bring backlash to the believers.

God likes to joke with stupid and greedy humans.

The man's desire is gradually expanding, and his last wish to the evil god is to let his wife die in an accident.

A woman has always been a little absent-minded when cooking recently. She found that her husband's heart seemed to be no longer in her body, but she couldn't find evidence, and she still wanted to deceive herself under the guise of love.

Her finger was scratched, and the blood dripped on the evil god's face.

The setting sun was like blood in the kitchen, the woman frowned and wondered why her husband didn't come back today.

In the past, men always came home on time.

She bought a fish today, her husband likes fish best.

It's just that today's fish seems to be particularly disobedient, jumping on the chopping board so much that she can't even catch it.

The woman was surprised to see the big tears dripping from the fish's eyes, hesitated for a while, and then raised the knife and cut off the fish's head neatly.

The fish head soup was bubbling in the pot, and the woman received a strange and urgent call.

The picture under the feet is transformed again.

Jiang Chi saw the bronze god statue standing silently on the multi-treasure stand, and a crumpled newspaper lying quietly on the ground.

Jiang Chi lowered his head, the pictures in the newspaper were not coded, and the black and white photos clearly showed the headless body and burnt head of the host.

The picture was too bloody, out of consideration for the physical and mental health of the host, the system automatically put a mosaic on Jiang Chi's eyes.

"It looks like that guy isn't here either." The female ghost thought boredly.

However, Jiang Chi's face turned pale, as if he was frightened by the twisted 3 human nature displayed in the space.

The female ghost smiled and blew on the little fox's fluffy ears, watching those pink and white ears quivering sensitively: "Why, are you scared?"

"Xiao Chi, there have been many, many murders here, but they have hidden every one of them."

"The person you are looking for is in these countless bloody cases."

The female ghost's smile gradually exaggerated, and the scarlet corners of her mouth looked like a gash that had been forcibly pulled open with a knife.

"Guess where he will be?"

"If he can't find it, he will die."