Chapter Eighty-Eight: An Invisible Sense of Tracking

Everyone was slowly retreating, but Zhang Junshan was still standing in place. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Stop, I know what's wrong." Zhang Junshan said to the resident, also calming his emotions.

The occupant stopped turning, although he was facing Zhang Junshan at the moment, he still looked back from time to time to see if there was anyone, this sense of tracking had almost driven him crazy.

"You tell me first, what you've done lately, and any details have to be said."

The resident looked around and said, "I, I haven't been in any danger lately, but I felt very hot before I met you, and then I went to the bathroom to wash my face and drink some water, and then I felt a lot cooler, but since then I have slowly started to have a sense of tracking, and it feels more and more obvious, and now I feel like it's right behind me!" The resident was trembling all over, and he really couldn't understand why he was the only one who had this sense of stalking, and the others didn't have anything to do, could it be that he had brought out an invisible ghost from the bathroom, and only recognized himself!

"You walk around that corner behind you now, and you'll know the answer, rest assured, there's no danger, and we'll all be standing here watching you."

Although the residents didn't believe much that Zhang Junshan was not in danger, the fear of being followed in his heart was about to drive him crazy, and he had to go.

"I've arrived, why haven't I seen anything, the sense of tracking is still there!" He yelled at Zhang Junshan, thinking that he had been deceived and abandoned.

"I didn't lie to you, you can just touch your head now."

The occupant slowly raised his hand in horror, what would be behind his head? His hand was slowly approaching, slowly approaching the ghost's face.

There was a crisp chewing sound, and the resident held his bleeding hand in pain, because just when he touched the back of his head, he was bitten off two fingers by the ghost!

"Help me, save me....", the occupants ran towards the crowd, trying to get help.

"You deal with him and give him a good time, otherwise I don't know what will happen when the ghost matures."

Zhang Junshan said to his back, three people came out from behind, the resident begged in front of them, two people held his body, a man took out a knife and cut his trachea directly, and he didn't care about the blood spraying on his face, the resident died like this, and the ghost behind also closed his eyes.

"Keep walking, be careful not to go to the bathroom to wash your hands and face, and don't touch any water or drink any water." Zhang Junshan didn't want problems in his team.

He led the group on, and gradually they also felt the heat, felt their mouths dry, and made people involuntarily feel the urge to go to the bathroom to drink water.

"I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to drink water, I'm going to drink water!" One of the occupants went berserk.

"Hold him down, don't let him go." Zhang Junshan still calmly commanded everyone.

The frenzied occupants were controlled by everyone, but the vigorous movement made them become ready to move. This is not the way to go.

"Break the glass of the surrounding windows to let the wind in."

The glass kept being smashed piece by piece under the command of Zhang Junshan, and the scorching sensation gradually disappeared with the addition of fresh air, making everyone gradually less manic.

Although they did not go to the bathroom to drink water, a few individual residents involuntarily walked into the bathroom and drank water that they should not drink.

The ghost slowly formed in the back of a resident's head, he fled in all directions under inexplicable terror, and finally hid in a corner, but unfortunately the sense of fear still surrounded him, and the ghost's face was completely complete at this moment.

The resident's head began to crack in pain, and he kept hitting the wall with his head, he really couldn't think of a better way, but it didn't work.

His hands began to disobey, his legs were slowly losing control, his hair was falling out little by little, and after a while, the face of the ghost was completely exposed, while his own face was a little sunken, at this time, his own face was like being wrapped in a layer of skin in his head, he could only see that his mouth seemed to be shouting, but he couldn't hear any sound, all of them were isolated by a layer of skin, the skin was slowly thickening, his face was gradually not visible, the ghost raised his hands, and twisted his head directly one hundred and eighty degrees, at this moment the resident's face has completely disappeared, And the ghost took over the whole body, moving happily, slowly adapting.

"Feng Pu, wait a minute, I feel that there are people around us again." One of the occupants of the group on the eighth floor suddenly spoke, and everyone immediately stopped.

"What's the matter, when did you start feeling this way, are we being targeted by ghosts?" Feng Pu looked at the resident who was talking and asked.

"It's been there since the beginning, just not too strong, but it's getting stronger."

"Do you feel that way?" Feng Pu asked the others, but everyone else shook their heads.

"Come over here and tell me where that feeling is."

"I've tried, and I always feel like he's right behind me, and I can change positions in any way."

Feng Pu pondered for a while, and then said, "You come here, turn around." ”

The resident walked over obediently and turned his back to Feng Pu.

Although it was still the resident's hair that appeared in Feng Pu's field of vision, he could already see another blurred face under the hair!

"Okay, it's okay, turn around."

The resident turned around, "What's wrong Feng Pu, is there something wrong with me?" ”

"Don't worry, it's okay. Here you go, open and drink a little. ”

Feng Pu took out the small bottle he had received from the ghost from his pocket and handed it to the resident. Although the resident didn't know what was going on, he also knew the source of the bottle, which was definitely a useful thing, and he didn't ask why, but just opened it and drank some.

"Alright, you're turning around, I'll see."

The occupant turned around again, and this time Feng Pu lifted his hair and found that the grimace was gone, and it turned out that this was the effect of the liquid in the bottle.

"Okay, it's okay, a grimace appeared on the back of your head just now, but it has been lifted by what you just drank, and now I want you to think about it, what went wrong with you halfway through that caused this to happen!"

The resident shuddered when he heard the grimace, but he was finally relieved to hear that he had been lifted, and he recalled everything that had happened along the way.

"I know, it's water, I was just walking when I suddenly felt water dripping from the ceiling on my neck, and then I slowly started to feel stalking."

No one thought that such a terrible thing would happen to this small drop of water.

"It turned out to be like this, everyone tore off their clothes, protected their necks, don't let any liquid touch their skin, don't touch any liquid, tell me in time if something goes wrong, the small bottle is enough for us to use."

Everyone began to protect, it turned out that not only the bathroom would be infected by the ghost, but the water dripping from the ceiling also had this effect, but it had to touch the neck, and there was only one antidote, that is, the small bottle on the faceless female ghost!