An unspeakable shudder crept up his back, and Gao Wuxiao's body trembled at this moment.

Is that true? Is that fake?

It was difficult to distinguish the pain of truth from falsehood, and Gao Wuxuan fell into a deep confusion for a while.

In the quiet bedroom, only the silhouette of a human figure on the wall writhed with laughter.

The next moment, Gao Wuxiao, who was in a daze, raised his head violently, his face was extremely hideous.

The corners of his forehead burst with green tendons, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets, and a mouthful of white teeth creaked.

The black tar gushing out of the eye sockets was accompanied by the same substance gushing out of the ears, mouth, and nose.

Gao Wuxiao's whole face gradually turned into a ghost-like appearance.

"It doesn't matter if you're true or not! Just kill it! ”

Scooped up the Desert Eagle next to Xu Jiaming's corpse with one hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the wall while roaring unharmed.

Bang bang bang!

The muzzle of the gun exploded with smoke, and six psionic bullets rained down, creating huge holes in the walls.

But the silhouette of a human figure wandering in the white walls was untouched.

It was still writhing like a laugh.

Gao Wuxian's anger quickly condensed into substance, and his anger and madness drove him to clench his grip on the blood again, and took the initiative to pull his palm up, causing the wound between his palms to expand suddenly.

But it's not enough!

The blood-dipped blade still never lit up.

Gao Wuxuan suddenly realized that it was the speed at which blood gushed out of his palm was too slow, not enough to drive this blood-eating blade.

So Gao Wuxian suddenly lowered his head and looked at his heart, and the blood in his hand turned around the edge of the blade in the next moment.

"What's wrong with you? What's the matter, he suddenly stopped moving? ”

But at this moment, Gao Wuxiao suddenly heard Xu Jiaming's voice.

"Don't touch him yet, his face is starting to tar again."

"Wait, let's wait."

Then there is Ning Ting's, Chen You.

For Gao Wuxiao at this time, the sound of a living person in his ears was tantamount to straw floating in the water.

For him who is drowning, it is enough to give everything to catch.

"Really? False? ”

Gao Wuxiao's hideous expression gradually calmed down, and the tar that overflowed from the seven orifices had already covered his cheeks before he knew it.

Everything in his field of vision shifted silently.

When he came back to his senses, there were three Xu Jiaming standing in front of him.

"You're still alive......"

Gao Wuxian muttered twice in a daze, and then looked sharply at the black watch on his wrist.

Eater: High and unharmed

Health: 100%

Trick: Tar Ghost 20%

Current Status: Semi-tar ghosted, haunted by confused ghosts

"That's it, that's it...... I should have thought of it a long time ago! ”

"I was haunted by a ghost when I walked into room 402, but I didn't notice it at the time."

Gao Wuxuan stared at the watch screen, muttering like crazy.

The wall ghost and the ghost calling for help are all hallucinations formed by him being haunted by confused ghosts, and in this illusion world, his thoughts and thoughts, his desires and fears are logically consistent.

A real scene is formed under the power of the Confused Ghost, who appears because he feels that there is a corpse buried in the wall.

Because he wanted someone to save him, Xu Jiaming saved him.

It was also because he thought that Ning Ting would scream in fright, so Ning Ting screamed.

His thoughts became weapons against him, for the Confused Devil.

But fortunately, there is also a ghost living in his body, and he is about to fall into the confusion caused by the delusional ghost.

Cover your face with tar to cut off the ability of the confused ghost.

But even though he is now semi-tar ghosted, the Confused Ghost still hasn't left him, and as long as he takes the initiative to untar the Tar Demonization, he will fall back into confusion.

"No wonder this dead fat pig hasn't died until now, it turns out that he has been in a state of confusion."

Gao Wuxian's gaze fell to the ground, where the middle-aged man was still curled up with his head covered even in a coma.

Should I say that this person is lucky or unlucky?

If he hadn't met a confused ghost, he would have died a long time ago, but he met a confused ghost again, and he was trapped in his own confusion until now.

In Gao Wuxiao's opinion, it is better to die neatly than to fall into confusion.

"Let's go, there's nothing left on this floor."

Gao Wuxian put away his thoughts, turned his head and said to Xu Jiaming and the others.

But what he didn't know was that because he was now in the midst of semi-tar ghosting, most of his face had long been covered with pitch-black tar, and his face was shaped like a demon, and even his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Fortunately, Xu Jiaming, Ning Ting, and Chen You have long been frightened by Gao Wuxian, no matter how strange he becomes and how crazy his behavior is, they will not be surprised.

Sweet as food, sweet as food.

When Xu Jiaming was thinking about whether following Gao Wuxian would be the wrong choice he had made in his life, Yu Guang noticed that there was still a middle-aged dead pig lying on the ground, and immediately asked, "This, does this person want to bring it?" ”

"Huh?"

Gao Wuxiao looked down and saw that the bad thing that threw the flower pot for help was still sleeping on the ground, and he really should think about what to do with him.

"Let's see if we can wake him up, if we can't, we'll leave him here, don't care."

Gao Wuxiao didn't think about it for long, he didn't have a good impression of this high-altitude throwing guy, and now he was still in a coma, and he was carrying a lot of burdens.

Thinking in the worst direction, in this treacherous building, the confused ghost may just be the most ordinary ghost.

Gao Wuxian remembered himself who had to go upstairs with an iron rod even if he broke his leg.

And judging from the performance of "me" who is about to fight to the death, it is obvious that I am not the first one that "I" meets.

So how many "mes" will there be in this strange building, and what will they encounter?

Gao Wuxian's eyes were slightly dark, and he looked up and looked past the living room of 402 and fell among the clouds outside the window.

The sun was setting through the clouds, and it was still six or seven o'clock, as if time had not flowed since he went upstairs.

Retracting his gaze, Gao Wuxian looked down at Xu Jiaming and the three of them trying to pinch and shoot to wake up the middle-aged man, but in the end it was useless.

The middle-aged man with his head curled up frowned, and judging from the distorted eyebrows, it was obvious that he was deep into a nightmare.

Then why was he awake for a while when I found him?

Gao Wuxian nodded his chin slightly, and some thoughts came to his mind.

Could it be that the tar ghost's tar washes away the power of the confused ghost?

With his thoughts, he didn't plan to just look at it.

With a wave of his hand, Gao Wuxiao squatted next to the middle-aged man and motioned for Xu Jiaming to come out.

Seeing that he was about to make a move, Xu Jiaming and the others didn't plan to ask more, so they got up obediently and walked away.

However, Gao Wuxiao squatted in front of the middle-aged man and suddenly had no choice, he can now use some tar because of the half-ghost, but how to use this tar to dispel the confusion of the confused ghost?

Is it like himself, who has put tar over this man's face like a mask?

Will that just suffocate him?

Gao Wuxiao was in a dilemma for a while, but seeing that the middle-aged man's old face was wrinkled into chrysanthemums, he still stretched out his right hand after thinking about it.

His right hand was draped over the middle-aged man's face, and he didn't need any special movements, just a little thought, and a sticky pitch-black tar oozed from his palm.

There was no need for Gao Wuxiao to control it, and this tar fell to the center of the middle-aged man's eyebrows, gradually spreading like flowing water to cover his entire face.

The eyes, nostrils, and mouth were tightly blocked, and then the middle-aged man's body suddenly began to tremble.

Gao Wuxian's spirit suddenly perked up, it seems to be useful?

Then the middle-aged man's body trembled gradually and violently, and in the end, it was like a sheep going crazy, shaking like a sieve.

"It works!"

Seeing the middle-aged man behaving like this, Gao Wuxiao couldn't help but shout.

But just as his words fell, the shaking of the middle-aged man's body stopped suddenly, and his head leaned to the side weakly.

"What's going on?"

Gao Wuxuan was startled, and hurriedly reached out to test the middle-aged man's snort.

It's a pity that all the hollows on his face have long been clogged with tar, where does this middle-aged man get his snort?

Now, he is clearly dead and can't die again.

The three people behind Gao Wuxuan looked at each other for a while, and Xu Jiaming asked in a low voice, "Is he dead?" ”

Hearing Xu Jiaming's voice, Gao Wuxian nodded slowly.

Ghosts, who only kill.

Won't save people.