Maybe it was because of the rising strength of the wine, or maybe it was because the face in front of him was too familiar, Niu Hao didn't scream. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He closed his eyes and opened them again, telling himself in the process that it was nothing more than a hallucination.

Then when he opened his eyes, not only did the world not change, but he also saw two more ghosts.

The youngest son of the old lady of the Wu family and the Qian family.

There was no other reason to explain the white form of the three half-floating in the air - he was the hell.

If it's not a hallucination, maybe it's a dream.

Niu Hao thought so, half-turned around and held the liquor bottle, intending to give himself a blow on his forehead.

However, before he could knock the white wine bottle, he felt a piercing coldness in his calves.

When I looked down, my "ghost son" was holding his calf.

The real touch made him no longer able to deceive himself, and Niu Hao finally began to be frightened and spun around the room.

"Wang Sanpang, there are ghosts, your house is haunted, come and help!"

His voice was very loud, and even had the momentum of being around the beam for three days, but except for the three ghosts who were chasing after him, there was no other response in this room, as if the people in this room were not in the same dimensional space as him.

The worst thing is that no matter how much he runs, he can't get out of this villa.

He couldn't find an exit, and the way he came seemed to have disappeared out of thin air!

Could it be that he met the legendary ghost hitting the wall?!

"Ahh Yes... Yes! ”

Niu Hao felt that he had never been so scared in his life, and what was worse was that the alcohol he had accumulated before had almost volatilized due to repeated shocks, so the horror he felt at this time was extremely real and powerful.

Walking too quickly, his left and right feet stumbled over each other, and his body suddenly lost its center of gravity, like a big tree that had been cut down, and fell forward to the ground, and he no longer had the strength to climb forward.

If you want money, you will burn it a mountain of paper money, and if you want to die, you can't fight three with one.

Niu Hao was about to accept his fate, so he simply turned over, leaving his back to the cold floor, and his face fearlessly leaving the three ghosts hovering above his head.

"What do you want to do?"

Niu Hao regained a trace of the village chief's momentum, except that his tone trembled a little.

"Village chief, we died so unjustly, you have to avenge us!"

The youngest son of the Qian family is in his early twenties, and he is the most sober of the three ghosts.

A ghost with a sad face naturally won't look good, not to mention that this ghost was not handsome when he was alive, so the village chief Niu Hao "lived up to expectations" and shrunk into a shrimp.

"Aren't you living well? Who the hell are you? ”

Niu Hao is really about to cry, the old lady of the Wu family he only met yesterday, today at noon went to the Qian family to eat, the twins of the Qian family are still fighting there, and his own son is watching every day, from the time he drank to the present, there is no strange snow in the air from the time he drank until now, and he did not hear the sound of crying and mourning from any family, I really can't believe that they have become undead in an instant.

The only explanation is that these three ghosts disguised themselves as relatives and acquaintances to deceive and lure him, and many ghost stories have written about idle and boring ghosts.

"Dad, it's me, don't you know me?"

Niu Yingyu was not happy, leaving two black marks on Niu Hao's calves.

"Little ancestor, how could I not know my son, but are you? I don't dare to be your dad! ”

Niu Hao didn't care about being scared at this time, and he had never had the experience of encountering ghosts before, so he had to think of something to say and see the move.

This ghost was on his son's face, and he should have been angry, but for some reason when he looked at this ghost, he felt an astringent sour feeling in his heart.

"Of course you're my dad, are you mad at me? I don't want to die either, after I took a pill from Brother Musheng, I found myself lying in a coffin, it was so dark there, Yu'er was so scared......"

Niu Yingyu was already a ghost, and he couldn't cry tears, so he had to howl there, howling so sad that he was sad.

This sentence hit Niu Hao's mind word for word, making him feel that the cause and effect seemed to be quite smooth.

"Holy! My son is at home! ”

He heard that ghosts like to deceive people, and he should not be bewitched casually, and for a moment just now, he really believed it.

"Dad, I'm your son, even though I'm dead."

Niu Yingyu stopped howling, the ghost's emotions would be more direct and intense than before his death, its resentment was on its head, and its grimace looked a little hideous.

However, its justification sounded to Niu Hao just anger after the conspiracy failed.

"Haozi, when you were seven years old, you fell into the river while riding a bicycle and almost drowned, I happened to pass by and rescued you up, and I saw a palm-sized birthmark at the base of your left thigh, you are afraid that your father will scold you for riding a bicycle secretly, let me not tell the old village chief, only the two of us know about this."

It was the old lady of the Wu family who spoke, she had lived old enough, her grievances were the lightest, and she spoke the most calmly, and the cold gaze revealed by the ghost eyes had no focus, but it was quite firm, so that Niu Hao had nothing to say.

"I've bumped into you and my mother kissing, you thought it was my brother, and gave my brother a hundred yuan hush money, and he shared half of me."

Qian Jiang also easily threw out a fact to prove his identity, it said it lightly, in a nonchalant tone, Niu Hao and Niu Yingyu had somewhat similar faces, one was red, and the other was whiter.

"Didn't you save you? How could they all be dead? It's not right, it doesn't make sense......"

Under the blow of a series of forced words, the village chief Niu, who had been trained by a series of strange events in the village, basically recognized the facts in front of him and was ready to accept it, but when he thought that Mu Sheng was trying his best to maintain, his angry and complicated emotions made him a little indigestible for a while.

Just as he raised his head and was about to ask something more, the ghosts of the old lady of the Wu family, Qian Jiang, and Niu Yingyu were blown away like a gust of wind, and a red mist filled the air, and the color was a little old, like blood stains that had been dried for many years.

The red mist gradually dissipated, and a cute little girl with ice and snow appeared in front of him.

His eyes were strongly attracted by the little girl's big eyes like red grapes, and this time his brain directly gave the quickest reflex.

A terrible scream echoed in the luxurious villa.

"Oh the hell!"