With a sharp scream, the "chair" turned into a male ghost in the blink of an eye.

He was the first person to die in the unfinished building.

As soon as the true body of the male ghost appeared, he was slightly stunned when he saw that the person who stabbed him was Qi Qian.

Qi Qian raised his hand and wanted to give him a knife again.

"Heroes spare their lives!" The male ghost's legs were weak, and he immediately knelt down towards Qi Qian, "I don't have the heart to hurt you at all!" ”

Faced with such a cowardly male ghost, Qi Qian squinted his eyes and put away the knife in case of emergency.

"Why are you disguised as a chair if you don't want to harm me?" Qi Qian is not so easy to be fooled by the past master.

The male ghost lowered his head, and his tone sounded complicated, "I can't say that. ”

Qi Qian's eyes were cold and he raised his knife.

The male ghost's afterglow caught a glimpse of his movements, but this time, he did not beg for mercy cowardly, but closed his eyes and looked like he was going to die generously: "You can stab me if you want, even if you stab me into a sieve, I can't say it." But there are other things you can ask besides this question. ”

He was like this, but Qi Qian didn't want to stab him.

Qi Qian sat on the edge of the dining table, his long legs swaying leisurely, and his eyes looked at him casually: "Why did you suddenly go crazy?" ”

When the male ghost heard this, he sighed deeply.

He changed from a kneeling position to a sitting position, leaving only one eye in his eyes, full of confusion, "Actually, I don't know why I became so crazy, I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I couldn't control my body." I saw my own hands kill myself, and I was desperate. ”

Qi Qian keenly grasped the point: "Take a nap? ”

The male ghost nodded.

At this moment, the familiar and unfamiliar voice came again.

"Qi Qian—"

Qi Qian looked in the direction where the voice came from, it was outside the unfinished building. He looked outside and asked, "Did you hear that?" ”

After Qi Qian asked this sentence, the male ghost's expression changed greatly, and he quickly lowered his head, pretending to be sad about his death.

He asked in a puzzled tone, "What do you hear?" ”

Qi Qian's brows furrowed deeply.

He stood up and went downstairs.

The male ghost wanted to say something when he saw Qi Qian leaving, but as soon as his mouth opened, he thought of something, and his eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

He didn't open his mouth after all.

Qi Qian walked forward with his back to the male ghost, not seeing the entanglement in his expression, nor seeing his desire to stop talking.

Qi Qian went down a few flights of stairs and saw a "monster" crawling down the stairs below.

The "monster" was covered in blood red, and veins of different thicknesses were all over the body.

It has limbs and a torso like a human, but it does not walk upright like a human, crawling slowly up the stairs in a tuminal position.

Everywhere it crawls, it leaves behind a layer of sticky, blood-red juice that looks disgusting and oozing.

Qi Qian clenched the table knife in his hand, and walked straight towards this monster without stopping.

To his surprise, the monster saw him approaching, and instead of attacking him, it offered to make way for him.

A way down the stairs.

Qi Qian did not take the monster's retreat lightly, he approached the monster step by step.

Feet on the sticky, blood-red juice are slippery and easy to fall.

Qi Qian held the half-finished escalator with his right hand and walked slowly, his eyes kept staring at the monster that was already shrunk by the wall.