Bai Xuanzhi pondered for a while, "Maybe someone secretly helped us. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The Info ghost shop doesn't let anyone into the store go, which means that no one can get out of this threshold alive, and the rules of this store are that even if we don't choose a menu, they will force us to put one. The shopkeeper just said so, so we have nothing to worry about. ”

"Do you really believe that?" I leaned my face over and spoke.

"But why are you pulling us in?" Zhang Lin still couldn't let go of his worries, and expressed his worries without reservation. His thoughts are not entirely unreasonable.

My head suddenly flashed, as if I remembered what Bai Xuanzhi had said, those ghosts and spirits like to use snakes, insects, rats and ants to confuse the living, since this is the case, then they will not be able to eat the food later, my intuition tells me that if I eat those meals, I will die at any time. I pursed my lips, thinking in my heart, I made a puzzled expression at Bai Xuanzhi.

When he saw me staring at him blankly, his expression was slightly panicked, and he couldn't help but smile, as if he had guessed my thoughts, and said with a smile: "The ghost shop must be doing ghost business." The food that lonely souls and wild ghosts like is nothing more than toads or poisonous scorpions and other insects and ants, and it is estimated that the more poisonous snakes and rats, the more they love them. You still don't want to eat the food later, I'm afraid that they will confuse you with tricks, and you will inevitably have stomach trouble if you eat it. ”

When he said this, it proved that what I had just thought was correct, and sure enough, those meals were not edible. The intricacies of factors were so entangled that I couldn't calm down. In this case, we are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, helpless to fight back, but we can feel the imminent death. Once I had this realization, I couldn't help but sit still. Zhang Lin and Lin Yao were sitting precariously, their expressions were very serious, they were all at this point, they were still calm, and they were really people who had seen the world.

The waiting process is as long as a century. During this period, Zhang Lin couldn't help but look at his watch, he frowned, and muttered: "The watch is stopped!" "The clock stopped at 11:45 a.m., not much time left until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, but the clock stopped moving at 11:45 a.m., what does that mean? Is it just that a coincidence? A coincidence is inevitably justified, but what about a bunch of coincidences? Can it still be taken for granted that it is a coincidence? The more I thought about it, the more worried I felt.

I don't know what the reversal will be, no one knows what's going to happen next. In a matter of seconds, my fear was shattered. I was afraid that the "guests" who had no facial features would suddenly turn their faces back, or look at us with their white and smooth faces, and I was so afraid that I would sit there and not dare to move.

Just when my heart was tormented and my thoughts were confused, the meal was already on the table. A plate of steamed dumplings, a few dishes, and four bowls of steaming lean porridge. Somehow, when I saw the plate of steamed dumplings, I suddenly felt a little nauseated, and the vomiting did not improve with my efforts to restrain myself, but the feeling became stronger and stronger, and finally I vomited a little bitter water from my stomach. I patted my chest, a little uncomfortable.

Bai Xuanzhi stood up, supported my shoulders, took out a yellow paper talisman folded into a triangle from his waist, and secretly stuffed it into my hand, I immediately reacted, clenching it like a fist. I don't know if it was because of my mental effect, or if the charm in my hand played its role, I suddenly felt much lighter, and the feeling of vomiting was relieved, and I was not as depressed as before. For a moment, I felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation, like a drowning person, the cold water rushing into his nose relentlessly, the powerlessness of thinking normally in my head, and the powerlessness of trying to grasp something but unable to grasp it.

Zhang Lin and Lin Yao asked a few more questions with concern, and I shook my head, indicating that there was nothing wrong. Afterwards, Zhang Lin also asked me about the emergency at that time, and I explained it truthfully. When I saw that plate of dumplings, thinking that the stuffing inside was full of insects that were about to move, or poisonous scorpions that were about to break out of the skin, I had such a terrible scene in my mind at that time.

However, Bai Xuanzhi explained again, he said, because my physique is different from ordinary people, I am extremely sensitive to these things, and the ghost shop is an extremely yin place, surrounded by ghosts, my body has not been able to withstand too much filth, so there are adverse reactions such as vomiting. Of course, I am more receptive to his professional statement, after all, no one wants to admit that they are too cowardly to show such a dilemma.

Bai Xuanzhi frowned at a table of dishes that seemed to be delicious on the outside, revealing a look of disgust. Lin Yao leaned in and sniffed it, swallowed his saliva, and said, It smells quite fragrant. The three of us were blinded. He shrugged with a wry smile and said no more.

I don't know if it was out of curiosity or driven by Lin Yao's own professional problems, he actually stretched out his hand, touched the steamed dumplings on the table, and couldn't help but appreciate: "This dumpling skin is not bad, crystal clear, you say yes?" Before Bai Xuanzhi could speak, he saw Lin Yao's hands retract as if they were electrocuted, and he was stunned! He gulped into his fingers, as if he were being burned by a red-hot fire. Lin Yao originally wanted to explain to us why he acted like this, but his lips squirmed and then dispelled the thought, and he blew vigorously on his fingers. His body couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he was shivering for a while. It was so unexpected, we didn't expect him to be like this.

"What's wrong with you? All of a sudden? Could it be that you were scalded by those dumplings? Zhang Lin said so, but he still leaned over and looked at Lin Yao's fingers.

Lin Yao followed and said, "Somehow, my chest is stuffy, and it hurts a little, as if I was pricked by a needle." Lin Yao held his chest and touched it gently.

Bai Xuanzhi leaned over, "Uncle Lin, let me see your chest with a big collar." Lin Yao hurriedly did so. Out of curiosity, I also poked my head over, and when I fixed my eyes, Lin Yao's chest was a small black patch, like a black film attached to the skin, which was a little weird.

He himself lowered his head and observed carefully, "Why is this a piece of darkness, what's going on?" I didn't even notice it myself. He muttered. Is there something wrong with these dumplings? I sat upright, pointed to the dumplings on the table, and asked.

My words caught the attention of the three of them, and they all focused their eyes on the plate of dumplings, four people, with eight eyes, staring directly at the plate of dumplings.