supernatural unit

I don't know if I can't run away, or if I shouldn't run at all.

In this case, Zhang Wan has even lost his normal judgment.

There must be a reason for the police not allowing him to go in, but he doesn't understand his situation!

If Zhang Wan decided not to enter this apartment after listening to the police, who knows what this emotional ghost in his hands will do to him!

Maybe he won't wait until he enters this ghost apartment, and he's about to throw up his braids!

Zhang Wan was thinking about these relationships there, and his mind was terribly uncomfortable. There must be a choice between the two, but at first glance, no matter what the choice is, it is wrong!

Just when he was struggling, there was a sudden scream from behind him, and there were two consecutive screams.

Zhang Wan turned her stiff neck and saw Song Cuixiu standing next to the policeman who fell at the door.

"Let's go in."

...Wori? ? ?

The sun was glaring more and more, and the cicadas were singing unbearably loudly under the trees. Zhang Wan was completely cold, but his head was sweating profusely.

Song Cuixiu raised her hand, her body blurred, and the lock on the apartment was snapped instantly.

As if she had teleported, she suddenly disappeared in front of the door. The next second, the door of the apartment opened to the inside, and she was standing in the middle of the apartment hall.

"Come here soon, junior."

Zhang Wan saw Song Cuixiu's figure becoming more and more blurred, and he was losing visibility of that face every second.

"If you don't hurry up, the police will wake up and call someone over, and we will never have a chance to go in again."

Zhang Wan's inner chaos reached the limit, he let out a roar, pressed his pale lips tightly, and rushed into the apartment in one go.

Compared with the outside, the inside here is simply not the same world, the surroundings are so cold that people can't help but want to rub their hands, and the sound of cicadas outside the house is instantly far away from Zhang Wan.

Song Cuixiu was standing beside her, she obviously felt the strangeness inside, it was so blurry that it was almost in a ball.

"Student, is there any movement, little sister?"

She kept urging Zhang Wan. Zhang Wan was already so nervous that he wanted to faint, but in such a dangerous environment, he didn't even have the right to faint peacefully.

The red gas suddenly turned into a strip, and it quickly extended upstairs. Seeing this, Zhang Wan quickly called Song Cuixiu and ran up.

The first step was as difficult as it was, but after trotting for a while, Zhang Wan's body slowly began to become flexible.

Just as he ran up the first floor, there was a sound of a stool falling to the ground in the corridor.

Zhang Wan turned her head and found a woman hanged in the corridor looking at him and smiling foolishly. There was a stool kicked down under her feet.

Almost burst into tears, Zhang Wan quickly covered his mouth and turned his head. He looked for Song Cuixiu everywhere, and suddenly found a group of blurry shadows flying by him.

The shadow seemed to be alive, and it climbed up the hanged woman's feet like a poisonous snake.

Although it was blurred to the point of being indistinguishable, that shadow seemed to be Song Cuixiu!

Seeing the hanged ghost, Zhang Wan's eyes became terrified, her face was squeezed hard by the hand-like shadow, and Zhang Wan could see clear nail prints on her face.

Two seconds later, the black shadow suddenly rushed upstairs, and the hanged ghost also struggled and kicked his legs, and disappeared as if being dragged away.

"Senior sister..." Zhang Wan was so moved that he was about to cry, he quickly ran upstairs following the resentment in his hand, the shadow followed him, and ran upstairs together with him.

This feeling of being protected by the resentful ghost is really great!

Zhang Wan was moved to tears, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning of his encounter with ghosts in this ghost building.

Because he hadn't run a few steps, another headless ghost bent over and looked for his head appeared in front of Zhang Wan.

Although it was fuzzy, Zhang Wan could still see them clearly, which meant that their grievances were not too heavy.

Like Song Cuixiu and the little girl in red, Zhang Wan can only see a cloud of shadows floating, and the levels are completely different.

Song Cuixiu floated away, and Zhang Wan saw the ghost walking towards him with its bare shoulders, and he almost ran back.

But just when he had this urge, Song Cuixiu floated over holding a head.

She stopped in front of the ghost and put his head back on his neck.

After doing this, the headless ghost was no longer excited. He stared blankly ahead, with an indescribable sadness in his half-opened eyes.

The resentment began to continue to float upstairs, Zhang Wan didn't dare to stay any longer when she saw this, and hurriedly followed.

On the way upstairs, he also encountered a half-length ghost who grabbed his ankle, a ghost who fell from upstairs and broke his neck, and an old ghost who was looking for children everywhere.

It is simply a living supernatural apartment!

Zhang Wan's sweat was like being splashed with a basin of water, his mouth was trembling constantly, and his face was full of looks like he was about to cry but tried his best not to cry.

His heart was really about to jump out, his ears could no longer hear anything, the crazily beating heartbeat in his chest was everything in the world.

He can't breathe!

I don't know how many dozens of floors I have climbed, Zhang Wan's legs are weak, and the resentment in his hands finally stopped extending upwards.

It's finally quiet.

Standing in this empty corridor, Zhang Wan suddenly realized that all this perfectly overlapped with the picture he had channeled.

Song Cuixiu was still standing next to him, Zhang Wan took a few steps forward, and when he walked to a door, the gas in his hand dissipated instantly.

...this should be here.

Zhang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could put his heart away, his hand seemed to be controlled by something, and he slammed the door crazily and hard.

The finger sent a pain response to his brain in an instant, and Zhang Wan's hand was smashed to the skin in just a few strokes.

Song Cuixiu hurried over to help open the door, but there seemed to be something blocked behind the door. The lock was clearly open, but the door just couldn't be opened.

Seeing that the talisman was about to be corroded by blood, Zhang Wan was furious.

He turned around vigorously, leaning his back against the door, using his chest as a cushion, letting his fist hit his chest, and at the same time, he slammed the door hard.

After four or five blows, the door was finally knocked open, and Zhang Wan also fell to the ground.

He clutched his chest and got up, barely opened his eyes, but was crushed by the strong aura in the room and fell limply to the ground.

So is Song Cuixiu next to her.

Her figure was trembling constantly, although she couldn't see clearly, but now, Zhang Wan could be sure that the expression on Song Cuixiu's face was fear.

She whimpered, and stood by the door blankly, looking ahead, her eyes filled with tears.

Following her gaze, Zhang Wan slowly turned her head and looked back...

There is a black sofa in the house.

The clothes on the sofa were already covered with mold, and where there should have been densely hung clothes were densely hung with people.

No, it's not so much a human, it's better to say that it's just hundreds of ghosts.

Men, women and children, all crowded together on the ceiling.

In Zhang Wan's eyes, he could only see indistinct black figures, like a group of cursed figures coming from the depths of the darkness.

Song Cuixiu was backing away little by little, her mouth was moving like a goldfish spitting bubbles.

Zhang Wan looked at her, and slowly, finally realized something.

What Song Cuixiu said silently, one by one, was clearly——

run.