"Zhao Peng?"

Gong Shien tentatively called out, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them.

"Uh-uh-uh......"

Zhao Peng glared at Gong Shien in horror, and his fingers pointed to the window behind Gong Shien with difficulty, as if he had seen a ghost.

Gong Shien immediately felt a chill in his back, and cold sweat kept coming out.

She stiffened her neck and turned her head mechanically to look.

The curtains were not drawn, and in the dark night, I couldn't see anything.

"Ahh He's dead? Dead? ”

Before Gong Shien could breathe a sigh of relief, the Taoist priest suddenly shouted in fear.

Gong Shien was so frightened that his scalp was numb, and he immediately pounced on the Taoist priest without even going to check, covering his mouth.

"Void ~ be quiet."

The Taoist priest obediently closed his mouth, pulled Gong Shien's hand away, and guessed in a panic: "It's the female ghost, it must be the female ghost who came to take revenge."

Gong Shien turned her head to look at Zhao Peng, who was lying motionless on the ground, and her unprecedented fear made her chill.

Suddenly, the Taoist priest pushed Gong Shien away vigorously, as if he had a premonition of something, and quickly ran towards the door.

He will be the next to die!

"Oops!"

Gong Shien was pushed to the ground, and her palm was pressed against the glass slag, making a few bloody cuts, and she burst into tears.

The footsteps of "stepping on the ......" stopped abruptly.

Gong Shien looked up suspiciously, tears blurred her vision, and she only saw that the Taoist priest who was running towards the door suddenly stopped, and his body froze in place.

Tears blink away, and the sight is clear.

"Didi ......"

There was an eerie ticking sound from inside the dead room.

Gong Shien followed the voice.

One drop, two drops, three drops...... A succession of blood drops fell at the priest's feet, and soon gathered into a pool of dark red plasma, emitting a fishy smell.

The creepy feeling crept into Gong Shien's heart, making her open her mouth wide in fear and wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound.

Even though the room was brightly lit, Gong Shien felt that the layers of black fog around her were shrouded, as if a pair of invisible hands were holding her neck, making her gasp in pain.

She looked around in horror, and finally couldn't suppress the fear in her heart, and shouted hysterically: "Gong Yu, you come out for me, come out ......"

The most helpless fear is when you are persecuted and you have nowhere to explain.

At this time, Gong Shien has reached the verge of collapse, and only needs a little stimulation to completely collapse and become a pitiful worm dominated by fear.

Suddenly, the stiff Taoist priest turned around with a blank look written on his face.

His eyes widened in horror, his head tilted to the side as if there was no support, and his naturally drooping hands swayed with the rotation of his body, like a walking corpse controlled by man.

Gong Shien held her breath and looked, her pupils constricted.

In the middle of the Taoist priest's chest, in the middle of the heart, was a delicate fruit knife.

That knife is Gong Shien's favorite fruit knife, which is kept on the coffee table in the living room all year round.

Gong Shien suddenly saw that the fruit knife on the coffee table was indeed gone.

However, how could a fruit knife be inserted into the heart of a Taoist priest for no reason?

Could it be that the Taoist priest inserted himself with a fruit knife?

Who will believe it?

When Gong Shien was flustered, the Taoist priest moved again.

He slowly walked in the direction of Gong Shien, his spine stiff, his arms swaying, and his legs hanging vertically in the air......

Dangling?