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Gao Wuxian's head was slightly on one side, he heard the sound of a bullet being loaded, and behind him, Xu Jiaming's face was extremely pale, but his eyes were bright and scary.

"Are you going to kill me?"

The trembling words drilled through Xu Jiaming's throat, his fingers tightly clamped on the trigger, but he couldn't convince himself to shoot cleanly.

However, as soon as he said this, Gao Wuxian's face suddenly turned hideous, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, like a small snake surging in it.

Then he jerked and ducked, until the bullet spiraled out of the barrel and slashed overhead.

Lying low like a cheetah, Gao Wuwu rushed towards Xu Jiaming, and threw him down in Xu Jiaming's frightened eyes.

"Didn't I tell shut up!"

Gao Wuxiao's anger was about to condense into substance, and all the fists like raindrops fell on Xu Jiaming's face.

His hands trembled as he let go of his pistol.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Gao Wuxuan gasped and got up, the white noise in his right ear dissipated at some point, and the roar of the surging like a train sounded again.

But no, this voice is not at all the same as the sound of the wall hand when it appears!

As early as when he heard Ning Ting's screams, he noticed that something was wrong.

Like a ghost crying for help, the scream was too real, too powerful.

Obviously, before this, Ning Ting had already lost the strength to scream when she saw him kill with her own eyes, how could she dare to be so presumptuous and scream so unscrupulously?

So......

"It's all fake."

Gao Wuxian's palm covered his cheek, wiped it down, and scraped a layer of pitch-black tar off his palm.

His vision suddenly brightened, and the roar in his ears suddenly became clear.

Grunt~

Gao Wuxiao heard the sound of tar tumbling in his ears.

He still had his right foot just over the threshold, his left hand pressed against his waist, and there was no rotting slender hand on the wall at all.

Behind Gao Wuxian, Xu Jiaming and the three of them were staring at him with tar oozing from his ears with a frightened expression.

They have long been tamed by Gao Wuxian's obscenity, how dare they speak out without Gao Wuxian's permission?

Especially Xu Jiaming, who was beaten the most, now he just has to put his hand in his mouth and deduct his vocal cords.

So even if they saw Gao Wuxian's facial features dripping with tar, they didn't dare to gasp.

After returning to reality, Gao Wuxian turned his head sideways and listened carefully, and the sound of dripping water in the house still didn't stop.

There was no middle-aged man's cry for help.

So the roar in his ears just now wasn't the sound of the wall ghost moving through the wall at all, but the sound of the tar in his ear hole churning.

Gao Wuxiao slowly retracted his right foot, he didn't know what the mechanism of the hallucination in this room was.

But he understood that if he hadn't devoured the remnants of the Tar Ghost, he would be dead by now.

The muzzle of the gun did not dare to move away from the house for a moment, and Gao Wuxiao slowly retreated in front of Xu Jiaming and the others.

"Xu Jiaming."

Gao Wuxian shouted in a low voice, but Xu Jiaming, who was beside him, was like a cat who had been stepped on by his tail, and almost barked, but fortunately, Gao Wuxian's residual power was still there.

It wasn't until Gao Wuxiao tilted his head slightly and the afterglow fell on his face that Xu Jiaming showed an expression of what he wanted me to do.

"Grab it, change the bullet in advance."

The silver-gray desert eagle was heavy in his hand, Xu Jiaming was in a trance for a while, how could he not have thought that Gao Wuxian's neuropathy would actually give him the gun?

Isn't this man afraid that I will go one step ahead and kill him before he goes mad?

"I know what you're thinking, but I believe you."

Gao Wuxuan took out seven psionic bullets from the black watch, and handed them back with his right hand, holding a handful of bullets.

After Yu Guang saw Xu Jiaming take the bullet, he nodded slightly, and took another step towards Room 402.

It's just that unlike the first time, every time he takes a step forward, pitch-black tar gushes out of his seven orifices.

When his right foot crossed the threshold, half of his face was already covered in tar.

And as soon as he walked into room 402, everything in the room changed abruptly.

The coffee table and sofa that were chopped by the blood-colored knife fell to the ground, and Gao Wuxuan looked back to see that the bodies of Ning Ting and Chen You were also stacked together.

There was a sound of rapid breathing in the bedroom.

Bang!

The door was kicked open by Xu Jiaming, and he looked embarrassed as he held the pistol, but the blood on his shirt and face was red and shiny.

Gao Wuxian's left hand was on his waist, and he walked slowly towards the other party.

However, his arrival seemed to touch Xu Jiaming's tense nerves, and he shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible! Haven't you already been killed by me! ”

In this regard, Gao Wuxian did not have any desire to answer, and looked at Xu Jiaming's trembling appearance when he raised the muzzle of the gun, and he smiled suddenly.

The next moment.

Pitch-black tar obscured the view, unpleasant stench clogged the nasal passages, and rolling liquid clogged the piercings.

Everything in Gao Wuxiao's field of vision changed, there was no coffee table and sofa that were smashed by the knife, there was no Ning Ting and Chen You who were killed by him, and there was no Xu Jiaming who held a gun in disbelief.

There was only the sound of water droplets, which sounded unhurriedly.

Following the sound of water droplets, Gao Wuxiao came to the kitchen, where a middle-aged man in a sweatshirt and shorts was curled up, holding his head and hiding under the sink, and in the sink above his head, clear water droplets were sliding down the faucet.

Gao Wuxiao reached out and tightened the valve.

"Finally found you......"

Holding the sink in one hand, Gao Wuxian's slightly raised tone carried a hint of joy.

However, the middle-aged man, who looked up just because of his voice, happened to see his grimace covered in tar.

"Uh-"

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes on the spot and fainted.

"What shit?"

The middle-aged man's reaction was a little speechless, and Gao Wuxiao grabbed the middle-aged man's trouser belt with one hand and dragged him out of the house.

When Xu Jiaming and the three of them saw that Gao Wuxiao had returned safely and dragged a dead pig, their anxious emotions also calmed down.

It's just that after they saw Gao Wuxian's current appearance, they all showed surprise on their faces.

Throwing the dead pig at his feet, Gao Wuxiao noticed that Xu Jiaming's expressions were wrong, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with my face?" ”

This question is derived from three people who look at the actions and guess the words in a variety of ways.

Gao Wuxian frowned and looked at it for a while, and when he couldn't see anything, he said, "You don't need to give me a comparison, you can speak." ”

The three of them looked at each other when they heard this, and then Xu Jiaming, who was still bolder, whispered: "Your face, your face is all black......

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Gao Wuxian wiped his face, and scraped off a thick layer of tar on his palm.

Suddenly, everything in the field of vision changed.

He was still in the house, and Xu Jiaming was dead in front of him.

Something like a human silhouette rolled on the white walls, as if silently mocking what he was doing.

Gao Wuxian's eyes widened suddenly.