I didn't watch it, I sat on the bed and wanted to call Qin Rui, who didn't come with me this time, and ask her if she knew about Liu Yidao's situation, I couldn't believe Qin Lao'er.

He said today that he was dreamed of by Boss Qin, and if Boss Qin died, Elder Qin would probably kill me by pretending to be someone else's hand.

In the Qin family, I may still be taboo about my grandmother, afraid that my grandmother would stay behind and calculate them, but when I arrived in this place, I was unfamiliar with my life, and I died in this funeral parlor and burned it directly, and there was nothing.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became.

But at that moment, I suddenly felt my leg rubbed against the sheet again.

I was a little puzzled and looked down.

A pair of dead gray eyes were staring at me motionless under my bed, I don't know how long they had been hiding.

I've said it many times, and the scariest thing is not what I see and experience, but what I am afraid of, and I now know whether this person was under my bed from the beginning or when he came in.

I jumped straight up. I didn't have time to paste the paper cut in my hand.

"You're sick." I shouted at the man under the bed.

Because now I have seen it clearly, this person is the one I dragged him tonight, his hair is as long as a woman, Qin Lao Er said that he turned his back to me.

Why did he follow me into the house?

Neurosis is scarier than a ghost, because you don't know what horrible things he's going to do.

He didn't speak, he just stared at me under the bed, if it was dirty, I could still use paper cuts to get him, but this big living person, or his brain is not normal, how should I deal with it?

I don't know if it was choking or what, he coughed violently under the bed, the range of movement was very large, and as soon as he bowed his body, I heard a bang, this movement was very familiar, as if it was the movement I heard slamming the door at the door just now.

He coughed again, thumping the slam on the board. Feelings: The knock I heard on the door just now was from this guy slamming his head on the door.

With this neuropathy.

I felt bad and wanted to push open the door and go, but as soon as I pulled the door, I opened a crack, and then I couldn't pull it anymore, and an iron chain was outside to tie the doorknob to the lock.

I'm stuck in this room.

I pulled my neck outside and shouted Second Uncle Qin.

In this empty funeral parlor, where else is there but my own echo!

The man under my bed crawled out with a grunt, his head was full of blood, and there was nothing else in his eyes but me, and I was a little unsure if it was a man or a ghost, if it was a human.

It's impossible not to feel the pain just now, but if it's a ghost, it doesn't feel reliable, Liu Yidao was talking to them just now, this is the family of those corpses who had an accident.

The man continued to cough, and in my stunned streak, he spat out a mouthful of something black, a bit like undigested sesame paste, which had a strange smell, like paper ash, like the smell of a dead man.

He leaned towards me step by step, dragging shadows under the light, and I shouted that I would be polite if you come again, but he was still energetic, and he swayed and pounced on me.

He was not strong, I raised my foot and kicked him in the stomach, I thought this kick could kick him over, but I am a woman after all, after this period of experience, I am bolder, but my strength is not necessarily greater than before.

I was shocked and took a few steps back, he reached out and grabbed my neck, at this time I felt, this person must be abnormal, the hand was pinched on my neck, and I was stuck as if it was broken.