Outside the door, there is a long oblique wooden staircase, there is no light, after Zhang Benqian escaped, he rolled down the stairs directly, and the movement was very shocking at night.

Zhang Benqian fell down the stairs, didn't care where the fall hurt, broke, got up, ran out of the haunted house, came to the well next to the haunted house, gasped for a while, hit a bucket of well water, poured down from head to toe, cold water stimulated his nerves, and he calmed down a little.

Next to the well, is the dormitory of him and Chubby, on the second floor, the snoring on the second floor is loud like thunder.

Chubby has a nickname, called the God of Sleep, as long as his head touches the pillow, counts down to a minute, and is ready to fall asleep.

Zhang Benqian went upstairs and called Xiaopang up.

"Third uncle, have you finished the experience so soon?"

"Hmm. ”

"Horror?"

"Sort of. ”

"Why are you getting wet?"

"It's hot, I took a cold shower, okay, I'll give you a try. ”

Chubby wiped his eyes, stretched, went downstairs, and headed for the haunted house.

Xiaopang entered the haunted house, climbed the stairs, entered the haunted house, closed the door, and Zhang Benqian listened under the stairs with his ears pricked up.

Five minutes later, Chubby's snoring came from the haunted house, and although the sound insulation of the haunted house was good, Zhang Benqian still shook his head when he heard it.

It's okay, look at other people's chubby, sleep so soundly.

Zhang Benqian returned to the dormitory, sat on the bed, and thought in a daze, it is impossible for the wall to leak, and it is impossible for the door to leak, where does the wind come from, and the floor? Impossible, although the floor of the first haunted house is suspended and a little distance from the ground, it cannot be so windy.

One night, Zhang Benqian didn't sleep much, until dawn, Zhang Benqian went to the haunted house to check, the little fat was still sleeping, drooling, snoring as usual.

Zhang Benqian patted him in the face and woke him up.

"What time is it?"

"Did you feel terror last night?"

"Horror, it doesn't seem to be, it's just...."

"What's it? ”

"It's just that the ghost bride's body is very easy to touch, like the real thing, but unfortunately, there is a little less temperature, hehehe.... Third uncle, the latex person is really good, realistic, and the feel is smooth and full, especially the big breasts....."

Zhang Benqian wanted to scold.

"Are you sure nothing happened last night?"

"No, I slept soundly, what's wrong?"

"You didn't hear anything?"

"No, you can't hear anything, do you?"

Zhang Benqian's eyes rolled around and said, "So, troublesome, it's not scary at all, we have to redesign it." ”

"How?"

"I'll try again tonight. ”

At nine o'clock that night, Zhang Benqian drank half a bottle of Erguotou, carried a flashlight in his trouser pocket, and held a thick iron pipe for decoration in his hand, and entered the haunted house.

This time, he did not turn off the lamp, but sat on a small round stool beside the bed, staring at the flame of the oil lamp.

Time passed little by little, an hour, two hours, three hours, and looking at my watch, it was exactly twelve o'clock in the night.

Damn, are you scaring yourself?

He extinguished the oil lamp and lay down, and in less than three minutes, a faint sigh of a woman came from some corner of the room, as clear as last night.

Zhang Benqian's adrenal hormones rose sharply, and he felt that it became difficult to breathe.

Hallucinations, must be hallucinations!

With a click, he turned on the flashlight and went in the direction of moaning, and under the bright light, there was nothing.

The oil lamp was lit, Zhang Benqian was covered in cold sweat, and the palm of the hand holding the flashlight was also wet, ashamed, was he too timid?

He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, looking at the ghost bride, who was still in that position, her eyes looking at the ceiling.

For no reason, Zhang Benqian stared at the ghost bride's eyes, looked at it, the ghost bride's eyes suddenly blinked, Zhang Benqian hurriedly wiped his eyes, and looked again, the ghost bride's eyes returned to the same as before.

Dazzling, it must be dazzling again.

Do you want to stay any longer?

Zhang Benqian gritted his teeth and decided to stay until dawn, if the haunted house he made out scared him away, I really don't know if it is a joke.

He didn't sleep, he sit.

After a while, the flames of the oil lamp began to flutter, very powerful, and Zhang Benqian couldn't help but grab the iron pipe.

Suddenly, behind him, there was a laugh, the woman's laughter, right next to his ears, yes, it was definitely not an illusion, it was real, there was a woman laughing, and he could still feel the woman's breath wafting in his ears.

He felt someone blow in his right ear.

Where did he dare to stay, let alone turn back, he lost the iron pipe, opened the door with weak feet, and fled quickly!