He opened his eyes and saw an unforgettable scene in his life. The teapot on the computer desk puffed out a puff of smoke, forming the upper body of the person.

This made his hair stand on end, his pores dilated, and his eyes widened in disbelief at what he was seeing.

Looking down along the half-length of smoke, the smoke comes out of the spout and the lid glows red.

He remembers the fairy tale, Aladdin's magic lamp, which grants three wishes. His nerves were very tense.

"Hello, my master, I am a strange pot." Huang Pan was startled by the smoke-forming person.

It is like a myth for a man to tell him in a jar like an Aladdin lamp that he is its owner.

"It must be a dream." He patted his cheek.

"Master, this is not a dream." What you see is true. The person in the pot said with a smile, which seemed to have a different meaning.

"Are you God? Is it like Aladdin's god of lights, can it fulfill my three wishes and so on? I want to be a rich man. Huang Pan couldn't wait to say, it was amazing.

"The Master's orders are my mission. I'm not the Aladdin lamp god you call me, but I'm sure you're satisfied.

The man in the pot smiled strangely.

"Bang Bang Bang"

There was two knocks on the door, and Phuket's voice came from outside.

"Huang Pan, at night, still pretending that the two of you are talking, and the lamp god, and the rich man, are you making me laugh? Stop dreaming, go to bed early, and get up tomorrow to work."

Walking into the living room, he squinted. He saw the curtains flashing and walked towards the window in the wind.

The wind stopped, and it seemed that the sound of the wind outside the window could be heard.

Slept well. As soon as the wind blew, I felt it immediately.

Is this kid dreaming at night? It's a bit annoying, Phuket heard the voice of his live-in friend and angrily wanted to write.

This is an old-fashioned house, he rented it with Huang Pan, because it is cheap, the toilet is next to Pan's second bedroom, and the sound insulation is not very good.

There was a cacophony of voices, what was this kid muttering? Doesn't sound like him.

Hearing the conversation on the other side of the wall, Phuket seemed to notice a strange sound and didn't know what was going on.

Walk out of the toilet, turn off the switch, and just want to go back to your room to sleep because suddenly there is a strange feeling.

"Go to bed early, if you want to get rich, or work hard, there's a little possibility."

He left.

"Da Da Da"

In the quiet room, a footstep broke the silence of the room in the dark night, approached a little closer, and headed for the door.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, the door did not open, and Huang Pan seemed to stand behind the door and stopped.

What are you doing? It was so strange that he walked to the door and stopped again. He couldn't guess Huang Pan's intentions, and just as he wanted to turn around and go downstairs, the door opened.

At this moment, Phuket felt a biting chill behind him, as if there was a huge monster watching him from behind.

The air seemed to be frozen, cold and gloomy.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist.

His head, not under his control, is hard to turn back, like a machine.

He swore to God that it was the strangest thing he had ever encountered in more than twenty years.

Only the monster on the upper body, with creepy red eyes, and gray smoke still emitting from the body.

A gust of wind blew in through the window and hit his face, and the cold air enveloped his whole body, making him feel suffocated.

His eyes radiated fear.

"What to do? If we want to be rich, we have to pay for what we get. You are a good friend of my master. Aren't you supposed to dedicate yourself to your master

"I..."

"Don't worry, let me guess, your decision is that the person in the pot stopped Phuket's voice,

"I think you're a nice person. You must be a passionate person with a lot of love for the world, well, I see, I know what you think, I agree. ”

He stared at the other party's red eyes, he wanted to say no, but he couldn't speak, only his body trembled slightly.

He had been in the teapot for too long, too stuffy. He said a lot.

Shhhh "Remember, don't yell and make other people sleep badly."

The next moment, Phuket felt his mouth move, and his first reaction was to shout.

"Help!"

A loud bang resounded through the room, and a huge force seemed to break through the roof.

However, a wall is like two worlds. There wasn't even a sound outside. It was still a silent night.

"I'm telling you, the rooms here are not well insulated. People in the other rooms must have called the police. I don't care if you're a ghost or some kind of, you wait, if you do anything to me, you're bound to be caught"

For a moment he was speechless. He's just talking nonsense. Then he thought that this must not be an ordinary robbery, and the monster in front of him was obviously not human, and he was very nervous.

Huang Pan didn't answer, he looked at Biao in surprise, very guilty, and the atmosphere was weird and stiff.

Phuket's heart was impatient, but he didn't dare to show it. He had a bad feeling in his heart.

Regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, Phuket hurriedly shouted again, "Help!" ”

The person in the pot whispered in Huang Pan's ear, as if he was saying something.

Phuket wanted to listen, but watched intently, but heard nothing, only saw the contemptuous gaze of the pot spirit, looking at the scene in front of him, his scalp was numb, his back was cold, his eyes were rolling, and he was trying to think about how to escape.

"Huang Pan, I'm your neighbor, wake up. I am your dear Phuket. Think about who brought you to Huaxia and who introduced you to work. We are good friends. We drank together, worked hard together, slept together"

As Phuket described, the red light in Huang Pan's eyes changed from red to brown, as if he was struggling.

There is a play, and when I saw this situation, Phuket's heart suddenly became happy.

Looking at the chattering Phuket, the pot spirit wanted to be angry. His eyes were as red as coals. His hand reached out. He grabbed Phuket's tongue and ripped it off in one fell swoop, and the sound disappeared instantly, leaving only drops of blood behind.

"You can't help but speak, enjoy this dying moment quietly, and let me educate my master well."

The pot spirit put his arms around Huang Pan's neck and looked at him with lifeless red eyes.

There was a hint of desperation in Phuket's eyes. When he heard the words of the ghost in the pot, he knew that there was no escape from death tonight.

Similarly, the pot spirit whispered in Huang Pan's ear, just like a hypnotist hypnotizing ordinary people, washing away the thoughts of human nature.

Huang Pan's red eyes shed two lines of tears, not transparent tears, but blood-red tears, just like blood.

Huang Pan stepped forward, put his hands on Phuket's shoulders, and threw him to the ground.

In the room, the suppressed gloomy atmosphere seemed to have a hint of joy at this moment, as if it had changed with the mood of the pot spirit.

Huang Pan opened his mouth, and the teeth at the corners of his mouth became extremely sharp.

Blood splashed on Huang Panda's face, which stimulated the ferocity in Huang Pan's heart even more.

Huang Pan was like a hungry ghost, tearing through mechanically.

The surroundings have become more gloomy and the temperature has been lowering.

Phuket died, he died in his friend's mouth, and it was a desperation to watch his friend eat him alive and then die.

At the time of death, the ghost of Phuket appeared, and as soon as it appeared, it was very ferocious and rushed into the pot.

The spirit in the pot pinched his neck with one hand, and a powerful suction force flew the spirit on his ghost's body into the pot, and the redder the red in his eyes, the more ferocious.

It is a creepy appetite, blood, meat, bones, nothing is left, all swallowed into the abdomen.

A strange gas flew out of Huang Pan's body and mixed into the body of the soul in the pot.

Huang Pan fainted.

Night, Minlong District.

It was dark in the hall, and only the dim moonlight from the windows on the wall barely outlined what was in the hall, but the seemingly ordinary living room had a different eerie atmosphere.

Next to the sofa, countless black mist rose and gathered, and finally condensed into a vague black figure.

The image gradually solidifies, revealing a charming woman with a slightly pale complexion, but her skin is full of radiance, like a beautiful child.

"It's been a long time, how are you doing?"

There seemed to be no one else in the living room but her, talking to herself like a fool.

In the basement, the coffin of floating blood, with a slight vibration and an endless grinding sound, passed through the walls and spread into the living room.