"Shiri... Brother Jiri... Human beings have an innate fear of the dark, especially in this kind of stormy and thunderous night, the wind-blown glass windows, the endless toilet faucets, and the "creaking" inferior room doors are like a giant hammering Maozi's fragile heart.

Maozi's legs trembled a little, pulled Brother Jiri's clothes, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Jiri, you... You pull me a little bit, this ... This hellish place is dark and a little creepy... I... I'm a little scared!"

It's not just that he is a little afraid? Brother Jiri's back is already wet, and his steps are a little vain. But he is still the number one person after all, and he can't lose face in front of his younger brother. At that moment, there was a cold snort in his nostrils, and he pretended to be calm: "What are you afraid of? Well, Lang Lang Qiankun, is it possible that there will be ghosts? You don't have to scare yourself. Besides, you and I are upright, even if there is something unclean, he will take a detour when he sees Brother Jiri and me!"

"But... I hope so!" Maozi also tried her best to convince herself to believe Brother Jiri, but those two legs were the first to protest, and even her body shook like chaff.

The two of them cautiously pushed open a room door like thieves, but at this time, a "boom" explosion thunder sounded, instantly illuminating the entire room, Mao Zi was taken aback, like a puddle of mud soft to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and he shouted in a sharp voice: "Mom, there are ghosts!"

"What's the fuss? What a fuss!" Brother Jiri had a chair stuck on his buttocks, which was convenient for him, so he sat down, frowned and shouted: "How old is you, even afraid of thunder, what's the point? I think back then, in order to avoid the pursuit of the enemy, you Brother Jiri and I slept in the coffin with the dead man in my arms all night, and I didn't even pop out of my mouth half a word (fainted), you are young now... ”

"No... No. Mao Zi shuddered, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pointed to the back of the door with a trilling voice and said, "When I entered the door just now, I... I saw a pair of shoes behind the door, and now... Right now... It's gone! It's gone! Brother Jiri, to... Why don't we run away? This is really not done by people!"

"Really... Really fake?" You know, Mao Zi has been talking to him for two years, although this guy is not very good at snakeskin, but he is quite sincere. Looking at him like this, he was obviously frightened, and he felt very uncomfortable when he walked into this hotel, could it be that there was something unclean hidden in the place?

Yes!

At this time, Brother Jiri remembered a news article he had read many years ago - the inn hid corpses! The background seemed to be such a dilapidated motel, and he was basically sure that the orchid pot not far away could definitely dig up human organs.

"You see? yes, what color shoes. Brother Jiri's face was a little ugly, and he didn't know if he was stuck by the chair or because he was afraid.

"Okay... It seems to be red shoes... Mao Zi said with some uncertainty. After all, he also glanced at the moment illuminated by lightning, where he remembered so clearly, but there were a pair of shoes for sure.

What? Red shoes! That's the end of the calf! Brother Jiri remembered that his grandmother once said that those fierce spirits and evil spirits were all red, and they were the most powerful beings.

"You... You must be mistaken! Let's go, there's no one here, stand up straight! Don't be afraid, the sky is falling, and I'm here. "Brother Jiri is also a person who has mixed with society, and he has some guts, and he was not frightened back because of Maozi's words. It's just that the "dong dong" in his heart is like beating a drum, but since the words came out, he had to walk towards the next room.

"Shhhhh Brother Jiri, why are you pulling my hair?" Maozi felt a pain in the back of his head, thinking that Brother Jiri was joking with him, so he hurriedly turned his head and stopped: "It hurts, don't make trouble." ”

"I didn't!" Brother Jiri looked inexplicable, a cool breeze was faintly blowing on his neck just now, at first he thought it was Maozi who was doing something, and when he was about to scold, he remembered that Maozi was walking in front of him, but he was hallucinating, and he trembled and didn't care. Now that Mao Zi said this, Brother Jiri's heart suddenly cooled, like swallowing an ice marble on a snowy day!

How can there be ghosts in a peaceful world, how can there be ghosts? While comforting himself in his heart, Brother Jiri closed his eyes and began to silently recite the Great Compassion Mantra, and his hands were even more reverently placed on his chest.

"Smack!"

At this moment, Mao Zi only felt that his right shoulder sank, and the whole person stumbled, almost sitting on the ground. Maozi didn't even dare to turn his head back, and said with a crying voice: "Jiri... Brother Jiriko, I... I beg you, don't be scared... Scare me, okay!"

Maybe it's God's favor, a ray of moonlight shines through the crack in the door, and Brother Jiri, who was about to explain, suddenly found that there was a bright red slap mark on Maozi's shoulder!

Brother Jiri's breathing began to become heavy, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't take a step at all. At this moment, the last straw that broke the camel appeared, and in front of Brother Jiri, a female ghost suddenly appeared with a cloak and a body covered in blood, and the female ghost slowly raised her head in the moonlight and smiled miserably at herself!

"Mom!" Brother Jiri's mental defense completely collapsed, and he sat down on the chair with a scream, his eyes rolled in an instant, his whole body twitched violently like a sheep seizure, and the lower half of his body was even more "bang-la-la" The faucet was opened, and the smell of suffocation immediately spread in all directions.

"Oh! don't... Don't kill me! Belch... Maozi was already timid, when he heard the screams of Brother Jiri behind him, the whole person was like noodles stained with water, and he fainted on the ground softly, but this kid was not bad, at least he was not incontinent.

"Damn, I'm dizzy like this, sister, haven't I played enough?" There is no doubt that the initiator of all this is Feng Xiaoxiao, the so-called bloody clothes and bloody palm prints are nothing more than the effect of an expired bottle of red ink. Throwing down the sheets stained with red ink, Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head helplessly, grabbed the necks of the two of them, one in one hand, like carrying a little chicken, and threw it into an empty room.

Calling the fat man and Zhang Zhiyun, Feng Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged on a somewhat dilapidated table of eight immortals, pointed at the handle, the fat man understood, and vigorously sucked a sip of overnight tea into his mouth, and with a "poof", it was all sprayed on the face of Brother Jiri, who was sitting on the chair.

"Ahh Don't kill me!" Brother Jiri woke up suddenly, suddenly dancing and gasping for breath, his eyes were full of fear, and he said nonsense: "Female ghost... Big, small... The youngest one has a ninety-year-old mother and a young son who is less than a year old and waiting to be fed! It's tantamount to killing my whole family! You can't be so cruel ... Wow... I beg you, let me go, it's okay to let me go, there is a debtor and a debtor. I... I'm innocent!"

"Alright, don't howl! Are you bothered?" the fat man kicked Jiri impatiently.

"You... Are you a cow head or a horse face?" Brother Ji looked at the fat man with a look of fear, and after a long time, he shook his head and said, "No, how can the cow head and horse face be so fat and ugly?

What is the most intolerable thing for a fat person? That is, when others say that he is fat and say that he is fat! Especially since the person who says this is three points fatter than himself!

Go to Nima's bull head and horse face! Get out of his M's Hades mount! The fat man couldn't bear it anymore, and jumped up and stomped on Brother Jiri's chest, and Brother Shiri suddenly fell to the ground like a white Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, with a howl like killing a pig in his mouth.

"Get up, look at me, sister, I have something to ask you!" Feng Xiaoxiao shouted with her hands on her waist.

"I... I can't get up!" Brother Jiri remembered, but at the moment he was weak, struggling on all fours for a long time, and it didn't help if he was so tired that he was panting like an ox.

"Forget it, pull him up. ”

"Damn, what did you eat, you grew so fat?" the fat man scolded and dragged Brother Jiri up, and spat on the ground fiercely.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

At this point, Brother Jiri naturally understood what was going on, he had never seen anything after being in the society all year round, since he was not a ghost, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He sneered, turned his face away, and said nothing.

"Yo, don't say it, it looks like it's a toast and don't eat and drink!" Feng Xiaoxiao flipped off the table with his hands on his chest, his big beautiful eyes dripping around, obviously thinking about some bad idea.

At this time, Maozi, who was lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse, suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Our brother is a backbone person, even if you kill him, he won't say anything, and the acquaintance quickly let us go, otherwise Brother Beard won't let you go!"

Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned, he was going to torture to extract a confession, but he didn't think that he would say it before he opened his mouth, so he asked, "Who is Brother Hu?"

"Well, how do you know?" Maozi looked surprised.

"You said it yourself, hurry up, don't ink!"

"Hmph, do you think I'll tell you?" lest Maozi leak too much, Brother Jiri asked first.

"Oh, don't say it, fatty, go and bring the rat medicine you bought today!" Feng Xiaoxiao sneered, she didn't believe how hard the mouths of these two rammed people were.

"You come, you come! Who is our brother Jiri, a ruthless person who eats rat medicine as a meal! Do you think these methods will work for him?" Mao Zi sneered and pointed at Brother Jiri: "If you have the ability, you will kill Brother Jiri, do you think he is afraid? I will leave the words here today, or let us go, eat and drink and wait, and find two more... You're good, as long as you play with us, that's it, otherwise... ”

"Phew!"

Feng Xiaoxiao slapped the Eight Immortals table to pieces, and said coldly: "Otherwise, what?"

Are you afraid? Brother Jiri asked himself in his heart.

The conclusion is that you are not afraid ... That's fake! Rats and pills! I'm just bragging and saying that I eat it as a meal, so can I take it seriously? Also, this petite and cute girl actually slapped the table to pieces with a slap, if this Nima slapped on someone, what would it do?