Nima, you really ran into that thing!

I kept swallowing, and I didn't dare to look back, for fear that if I turned my head, I would see a horrible face.

I didn't look back, but there was a grumpy laugh behind me, and the hands around my waist became tighter and tighter, and the long strands of hair fell down my neck and onto my chest, like countless tiny poisonous snakes swimming around my body.

I forced myself to compose, turned off the water as if nothing had happened, and walked outside.

But as soon as I took a step forward, the hands pulled me back, forcing my whole back against the wall, and I had some difficulty breathing under the squeeze.

Damn, this filth isn't trying to drag me into the wall, is it?

I lowered my head to try to wrench her hands, but I was dumbfounded when I saw them.

The hands were thin, there wasn't much flesh on them, they were as thin as dead branches, white as lime, and each finger was covered with chickenpox the size of a soybean, no, it wasn't chickenpox.

To be precise, the sarcomas are transparent, and each sarcoma has a thin black line, and if you look closely, you will find that the thin line is a wriggling worm.

Inexplicably, I suddenly thought of a question, wouldn't this woman holding me be my good match?

The thought of her being covered in this dense herpes-like sarcoma all over her body made me sick to my stomach.

I turned my head to look at her face to see if she was covered in sarcoma.

This turn, it happened to be a miserable white face.

Her entire body was buried in the wall, with only one head and two hands poking out of the wall.

Her face was a little puffy, iron and blue, her eyes did not have black eyeballs, they were all whites, her face was like a kimchi soaked in a sauerkraut jar, crumpled and pulled down, her mouth was slightly open, her tongue was black, and there were few teeth.

I don't know how to describe this moment, my brain exploded with a bang, and I forgot to scream when I opened my mouth.

She let out a weird, eerie cry and stuck out her tongue and licked my face, so slippery and greasy that it made me sick enough.

And my body was tightened by her, and I kept pulling into the wall. I instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move, her thin hands were like two iron tongs.

I could clearly hear the gurgling of my bones being squeezed, and if I continued like this, my internal organs would definitely be squeezed out of my guts by her.

Consciousness is slowly blurring, and everything in front of me is spinning.

Just when I thought I was dying, I heard a loud cry in my ears.

"Get out!"

It's a nice female voice.

As the shout sounded, the hands around my waist trembled violently, and then my body became much lighter.

Then I felt a cold, piercing palm against my face, gently wiped my face, and then vanished, leaving only a familiar scent, somewhat like jasmine.

The fluorescent lamps overhead also came back on.

It took me a long time before I came back to my senses and looked at the wall behind me in a daze.

The female ghost who wanted my life was gone, leaving only a puddle of dark red water on the wall.

If it weren't for the fact that I saw ten deep nail scratches on my stomach, I would have thought it was a dream.

I didn't dare to stay in the toilet, so I rushed back to my room to get dressed, and ran downstairs.

No matter how stupid I am, I know this room is not clean, and I don't know what will happen if I stay any longer.

If it weren't for that loud shout, maybe I would have explained it just now.

When I got downstairs to the lobby, the innkeeper was yawning on the TV and asked me why I didn't sleep when he saw me go downstairs.

I wondered what this boss should know, and when I saw that there was no one else around, I turned around and asked him, "Boss, your place is not clean!" ”

He yawned and said in confusion that it was impossible, he cleaned every day.

I knew he was wrong, so I just said I had seen something dirty.

The boss's face instantly became ugly, and his voice was a little higher, saying that it was impossible, and I should not talk nonsense at night.

Although he denied it strenuously, the trace of panic and panic that flashed in his eyes when I said that there was something dirty could not deceive me.

In an instant I was annoyed, lifted my clothes, and pointed to the ten scratches on my stomach to show him.

"Am I talking nonsense? If Lao Tzu hadn't died, he would have almost confessed! ”

When he saw the ten scratches, the boss's eyes were obviously round, and cold sweat came down in an instant.

A smile that was uglier than crying squeezed out of his chubby face, and said Little brother, don't be joking, I think you were scratched when you were looking for Miss to do that.

"You're blind, is this a human scratch?" The wound on my stomach was pitch black, and the skin around the wound was a little turned outward, itchy, and there was a faint smell.

Without waiting for the boss to finish speaking, I said boss, you don't tell the truth again, believe it or not, as long as a guest comes in, I will tell him that you have died here, and I will see how your business is doing.

In fact, I was just scaring him, how could I have the spare time to ruin his business.

I just want to find out one thing, whether the dirty thing I encountered tonight was in this hostel, or whether it has been following me.

If I don't figure it out, I'm not at peace wherever I go, and I'm afraid of a hand sticking out of the pit when I go to the toilet and.

When the fat boss saw me yelling loudly, he also panicked, and pulled me with a smiling face, saying buddy, don't shout, how can I do business if you shout like this.

After saying that, he quickly pulled me to sit down and handed me a cigarette.

After taking two puffs of his cigarette, he nodded, saying that there had been a dead man here.

He opened a hostel here for five years, and in the second year, a couple came to stay here, stayed for about ten days, and when they checked out, they only saw the man.

Later, more than three months later, when the man came again, he was brought by the police to identify the scene.

As if because of a quarrel, the man killed the woman and buried her in the wall.

Later, the fat boss also found a master to do rituals, but it didn't seem to be of much use, and the guests who came to stay reported that they would hear the woman's cry in the middle of the night.

After that, the fat boss sealed the room and never opened it, and originally wanted to keep it for sundries, but he was also afraid and didn't dare to go in.

After speaking, he muttered suspiciously, "Little brother, you shouldn't touch it, that woman died in 304, you lived in 305, and there were people living in 305 before, but nothing happened for so many years." ”

When I pulled out the key and looked, I almost didn't kill the fat boss.

The key is taped with white double-sided tape and 304 written on a blue ballpoint pen.

The boss was sweating all over his face, and waved his hand at me to explain, but he stammered and couldn't speak, and it seemed that he didn't know how the key got to me.

Was it an accident? Or is it deliberately arranged? I was lost in thought.

Could it be that it's really me who is back?

When I was a child, I heard the old man say that people who are dying have a lot of yin qi on their bodies, and they can touch dirty things wherever they go, and you can't hide from them.

I didn't go upstairs, I sat in the hall for a night, and the fat boss also accompanied me for a night, of course, he was free of room fees that day.

The next day, after breakfast, I took two tricycles to Wanliang Village.

Ma Liang's family lives quite remotely, near the back mountain.

In my opinion, Ma Liang should be the same age as Lai Pizhou, or an old man of seventy or eighty years old, wearing a Mao suit, a goatee, and Buddha dust in his hands, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

After all, this is how the masters on TV act.

But when I saw Ma Liang, my eyes almost didn't fall out, and I thought I hadn't woken up.

"Are you Ma Liang?" I looked up and down at the young man in front of me who was wearing ripped jeans, a killer hairstyle, a nose stud, and a rural non-mainstream look, and asked in disbelief.

He sat on the fence at the door with Erlang's legs crossed, a cigarette in his mouth, and asked me in a very unusual Mandarin: "You are Lao Zhou's nephew?" ”

I swallowed my saliva and nodded subconsciously, "Yes, I'm his nephew, I seem to have fallen into evil, my uncle said......"

"It's Lao Zhou's nephew." Ma Liang interrupted me impatiently, "If you have any money, lend me thirty first!" ”

"Huh? Yes! I paused for a moment before nodding my head, and took out a fifty sheet and handed it to him.

"I mean WeChat! What the hell do you want cash! He didn't glared at me angrily, and sure enough, as Lao Zhou said, his temper was a little big.

At that time, my mind was completely confused, and I forgot what I was here for, so I asked stupidly, is it still popular to use WeChat payment in the village?

Ma Liang received the money with a smile on his face, slapped me on the shoulder, and said enough buddy, if there is something to report to me in the future, Ma Liang's name, I will cover you.

Then he opened his phone, clicked on Glory of Kings, and bought a Luban skin with the thirty yuan I transferred to him.

Suddenly, my heart was cold, wow, who was this Lai Pi Zhou? As soon as you open your mouth, you will lend me money to buy skins for the game?

While playing games, he also asked me if I could play games, and if I could, I would be in a double row with him, and he would take me to pretend to fly with me.

I'm not in the mood to play games with him now, so I said buddy, I have something to do now, can you help me......

He didn't even raise his head, and he scolded without looking at me: "Don't bother Lao Tzu, your business is as important as the game?" Fuck, Lao Cai quickly help Lao Tzu add blood, run your sister. ”

After scolding me, he turned on the game again and voiced his teammates, all kinds of Cao Nima, you are a primary school student, die the whole family or something.

I finally know why Lao Zhou was full of helplessness when he talked about his friend, and before I left, I explained everything so that I could bear it.

What else can I do, bear with me, and wait until he finishes the game.

After waiting for nearly five minutes for him to finish playing, I was about to open my mouth when his phone rang.

After picking up and scolding twice, he hurried back into the house, and when he came out, he had two watermelon knives in his hand, and shoved one of them into my hand.

"Boy, do you cut people?"