Chapter 161: The style of painting has changed

The sound of water rushing in the toilet also sounded suddenly.

The little assistant stopped at a distance of more than two meters in front of Deng Lina and did not move, smiling at her sadly.

Deng Lina's whole body was weak, and her heart was almost unable to beat at a rate.

She cried with fright.

And the sound of banging on the door outside is getting louder and louder.

The doors began to tremble.

"Ah......" Deng Lina screamed again.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee......-hee," the little assistant let out another oozing laugh.

Long fangs erupted from her mouth, and those gray eyes slowly began to rot.

The room became damp and sticky, and the biting cold seemed to penetrate Deng Lina's body, making her tremble even more.

A burst of thick blood suddenly spread, blood flowed out of the bathroom, and the breath of death enveloped Deng Lina, who had lost the ability to think.

"Give me your life, and we'll fulfill the contract of souls." The faint and swaying voice, echoed in the room, accompanied by the gust of gloomy wind, was as terrifying as coming from hell.

Deng Lina's eyes flashed, and the small figure was suspended on the head of her little assistant.

It was the child she had seen in her dreams with a bloody face.

The child grinned widely, his eyes bulging out, and his face was hideous like a dried corpse.

Deng Lina was cold all over her body, and terror climbed up her back inch by inch.

She couldn't scream or move.

The sharp pain of being torn filled her soul.

"Give me your life, and we'll fulfill the contract of souls."

"Give me your life, and we'll fulfill the contract of souls."

……

Like brainwashing, this sentence was repeated in Deng Lina's ears over and over again.

Gradually, she lost the consciousness of struggling, and a voice in her heart kept telling him to promise him, promise him......

Deng Lina was also numb, and she also wanted to agree.

The picture in front of him made Yu Xinglang tremble.

The scene of this large ghost appearing is too terrifying.

He subconsciously hugged the dragon's arm, his throat dry with fear.

"Deng Lina is too timid, right?" Long Xiaoxiao frowned, "Actually controlled by that little ghost?" It's a rhythm to sacrifice yourself. ”

"So, won't you help her?" Yu Xinglang asked in a trembling voice.

"Wait and see, it will take time for the little ghost to eat Deng Lina's soul, we have to give her time to see if she can save herself."

"I don't think she can save herself."

"Tsk, I've taught her so many ways, but she was still beaten by the little ghost and didn't have the power to fight back."

"What did you teach her?"

"Look at this thing is so ugly, the online must spray its appearance first, spray it after spraying its appearance, and then scold its ancestors for eighteen generations, let me tell you, ghosts are also dignified, and being scolded ugly must not be like thunder?"

"It's really ugly, and the methods are old-fashioned, isn't this a common scene in horror movies?"

"So, a rookie can scare her like that, it's hopeless!"

Long Xiaoxiao and Yu Xinglang gushed about personal attacks on the imp.

The little ghost couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head 180 degrees to face the two of them and roared: "Since you know that ghosts have dignity, can you shut up?" ”

"Look, isn't that angry? Angry ghosts are the most useless, at best, they are broken by a paper tiger as soon as they are poked, and it is useless! Long Xiaoyao said to Yu Xinglang.

Yu Xinglang looked at the imp who was about to explode, the fear in his heart subsided, and he couldn't help but sympathize with the imp.