It's just that in an instant, a violent force rushed in crazily, and Zhang Zichen's blood soared, and this was not enough, his eyes moved, and he shouted again: "The corpse is weird." ”

Suddenly, his muscles suddenly bulged exaggeratedly, almost bursting, each piece was comparable to the strength of steel, and his body soared to two meters eight.

"Runaway !!"

This time, the blood in Zhang Zichen's body boiled, and the green tendons all over his body exploded, and he directly became a three-meter-tall muscular hunk, or rather, a humanoid tank.

The old lady, who was gnawing one of her arms and more than doubled her resentment, had a completely frozen facial expression, and looked at the humanoid monster in front of her in a daze.

This.....

This young man?

Did you take any medicine?

Your size is a bit exaggerated!!

It's like the Hulk.

"Hehehe.... Old thing, take me a sword! Zhang Zichen burst into a shout, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, the floor collapsed directly, and his figure followed the recoil force, turning into an afterimage, and came to the old man in an instant.

The peachwood sword was completely used as a machete, and the ferocious sword slashed down.

"Ahhh!!h The old man felt an unprecedented sense of crisis: "You get out of here." She roared and turned frantically to escape into the darkness.

However, Zhang Zichen's sword was amazingly fast, and before he could escape far, it fell heavily on the old man's body.

"Ah!!h The old man let out a scream, and from the shoulder, half of her body was cut off violently.

"Qiankun borrows the law, and the Xuangong presses the top." Zhang Zichen suddenly yelled.

The old man's face changed drastically.

Could it be that there are really people in this world who know magic?

Before she could react, she felt a huge force in her head.

She was shocked.

Why does God borrow the law? You're using the gong as a hammer, aren't you?

This smash, the old man's head was directly smashed, which was very miserable, but Zhang Zichen didn't intend to let her go like this, he went over with a sword, cut off the other party's head, and then stepped on it with a sword, 'Click...' The sound of bone cracking, in the old woman's frightened eyes, the head completely exploded.

"Don't !!"

"Ding, congratulations on successfully killing a top-level ghost and getting 9900 play points."

Zhang Zichen guessed correctly, this old woman is already a top ghost, and she really touched the threshold of bloody clothes.

On the side, Ni Wan was already stunned.

This....

It turns out that this is how gongs and wooden swords are used!

So what was I expecting just now?

She grinned, and instantly felt that this seemed to be the right taste, if Zhang Zichen really released the spell after shouting out the Qiankun borrowing method, she would feel that she was dreaming.

I feel that a fierce man like Zhang Zichen, carrying a wooden sword to cut people, and smashing ghosts with a gong, is the correct way to open it....

On the side, Zhang Zichen glanced at the panel, only to find that unconsciously, his playing points had accumulated to 90,000.

"I'm only 10,000 left, and I'll be able to draw a four-star play card!" He himself was stunned, happiness came too suddenly.

"Tell me about it, I want to go up and talk to him now!" Zhang Zichen asked Ni Wan excitedly.

Although urgent, he was not carried away by so many playing points, because there are also high and low among the top ghosts, since Lou Ba can stabilize the old woman, he must be a special ghost and has special means.

Although Zhang Zichen can kill the old woman, he still has to be cautious when dealing with Lou Ba, and he has to ask about the situation first.

"In fact, no one knows whether the Lou Ba of the three buildings is a writer or a writer's wife, because according to the story written by the writer herself, her wife was the first to die and the first to become a ghost." Ni Wan's expression was uncertain and she began to speak.

In this building, talking about the past of the building bully is a very dangerous thing in itself.

But she understands that with Zhang Zichen by her side, she is absolutely safe.

"It is said that the writer and his wife moved into this community six years ago, and the two couples are almost forty years old but still have no son and half daughter, it seems that because they are too poor, they even rent a house, and the two often quarrel about it."

"It wasn't until a writer wrote a story that his career improved, and the relationship between the two eased."

"After having a certain economic foundation, the wife wanted to move out of the community as soon as possible, but the husband always said to wait, during this period, the writer often went to the 602 family's house, as if he had long expected the tragedy of the family."

"It's not just this, he stayed in this community, it seems that there is another purpose, once, the writer was on a business trip for a month, and one day a week after he left, his wife, who was alone at home, received a strange letter."

"The letter wrote the story of a woman, her husband was on a business trip, raised a dog, and lived in an old community, and after reading it, the wife felt that the woman mentioned in the letter had many similarities with herself, and the last paragraph of the letter was very strange, it read: 'On the morning of the 24th, the woman woke up to find a half-gnawed apple in the living room'."

"My wife glanced at the calendar, today is the 23rd, and she was joking to herself, saying that she would wake up tomorrow morning and not really see a half-eaten apple, right?"

At that time, she just laughed, and she didn't take it seriously at all, but what she didn't expect was that when she got up the next day, she saw that there was really a bitten apple on the coffee table in the living room, and the bite was even oxidized, as if the person who ate the apple was still sitting there just now.

"Now my wife was really scared, but she didn't know what to do, and when he came home the next night, he found the same letter on the shoe cabinet, and it was still a story."

"At the end of the letter, it was written, 'On the night of the 24th, the woman's dog ran around like crazy as if it had rabies, and finally broke through the window and fell from the seventh floor to his death.'"

"She didn't dare to sleep, closed the doors and windows, turned on the lights, and kept watching her dog in the living room, who knew that in the second half of the night, nothing strange happened, the dog seemed to be normal, the woman really couldn't hold on to sleepiness, and fell asleep on the sofa."

"When I woke up, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning the next day, and I couldn't find my dog when I looked around, so my scalp was numb, and I hurriedly ran to the window to look down the floor, and found that there was really a dog lying in a pool of blood on the ground."

"And at that time, she still felt a chill behind her back, as if there was a big invisible hand behind her, as if she wanted to push her down, but she turned her head and saw nothing."

"The woman was completely frightened this time, and called her husband to tell her about these things, and the writer only comforted her, saying that she would go back to her parents' house for a few days first, but her relationship with her mother was not good, and she didn't know what to do for a while, so she stayed up for another day."

"On the third day, another letter came, and this time the woman actually went directly to the last paragraph, which actually said that a murderer would sneak into the house tonight and hide a severed arm in the cabinet."

"The woman is confused, there is a pervert who wants to come in? Who knows if this murderer will hurt himself when he comes in and hides his severed arm? ”

"I immediately decided to go out to live, whether it was to go to a hotel or to a friend's house, it was better than staying here, but it was already dark, she packed up her things and opened the door, and looked at the dark corridor, and a fear surged inexplicably in her heart, always feeling that there was something staring at her in the dark."

"The woman was so frightened that she hurriedly ran home, locked the security door, and inserted the key inside according to what was said on the Internet, so it was said that the door could not be opened no matter what happened outside."

She sat at the head of the bed, didn't dare to turn off the lights, and wanted to hold on all night. In the early hours of the morning, I suddenly heard a sound of footsteps outside, and my face turned pale with fright in an instant, the doors and windows were obviously closed well, and they were locked, why could the murderer still come in? ”

"The sound of footsteps walking back and forth in the room, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, as if looking for a place to hide things, and even several times, the footsteps passed by the door of the master bedroom, scaring the woman so much that her heart was raised to her throat, for fear that the other party would come back."

"I don't know how long it took, the footsteps disappeared, and the woman waited until twelve o'clock the next day before she dared to go out of the bedroom, and she rummaged through all the cabinets in the house, but she couldn't find the hidden arm."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and comforted herself that it might have been an auditory hallucination last night, or that some prank-loving friend had put a tape recorder in his house to play footsteps and scare herself with the letter.

"Anyway, no matter what the result is, it's a good thing that she didn't find a broken arm, she was nervous for a night and decided to make something to eat, but as soon as she opened the refrigerator, a frozen stiff arm was placed inside, and the cabinet mentioned in the letter was actually a freezer!!

"This time the woman was completely panicked, and she no longer comforted herself, she ran to the neighbor on the other side, saying that her husband was gone, a person was afraid, could she spend the night at night, the opposite door was a young couple, the man was reluctant, but the girl agreed to come down."

"After getting off work in the evening, the woman knocked directly on the opposite door, and the voice of the hostess came out, telling her that the door was not locked, just come in by herself, the woman pushed in, and found that the house was dark, and the young couple had entered the bedroom, and the girl said loudly inside, the power went out today, and the second bedroom had been cleaned up, just let her go to sleep."

"The woman suddenly felt bad, she came all the way, the lights of several houses were on, how could it be that there was a power outage?"

She cautiously walked to the window in the living room, barely a little moonlight could see clearly, she put her bag on the coffee table, and suddenly her hand seemed to touch something, which made her heart tremble.

"That's right! It was another letter, and the woman opened it by the moonlight, and saw that it was written that the murderer from last night had not left and was now hiding in her house. ”

She just breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she had come to the neighbor's house, but when she continued to read, she couldn't help but widen her pupils, and it actually said that the murderer saw the next door open and wanted to change the hiding place, and now he has come to the neighbor's house and found the woman.

"He's going to lock the door and kill everyone who discovers their secrets in this room."

"Seeing this, the woman got up and wanted to escape, but at this time, the sound of 'bang....' was the sound of the security door being slammed shut, and then in the darkness, there was also the sound of the door being locked!"

The woman hurriedly ran to the master bedroom, wanting to ask for help from the couple, but when she entered the master bedroom and locked the door, she saw the little couple lying on the bed, motionless, she lifted the curtains, and looked through the faint moonlight, the bed was full of blood, and the necks of the two were cut, obviously dead and could no longer die!"

"Women don't dare to think about it anymore, just because the little couple is dead! And who was the one who called himself in just now? ”

The woman only felt a cold breath rising from the soles of her feet to her whole body.

At this moment, the hostess's voice came from outside: "Sister Zhang, Sister Zhang?" Where have you gone, come out quickly, I've got some supper for you! ”

Looking down at the body of the girl on the bed, and then listening to the sound outside the door, my body trembled uncontrollably! The footsteps outside the door have gradually approached the master bedroom, and the woman's desire to survive has exploded, and she walks quickly to the back of the door, using all her strength, to resist the door. ”

The people outside seemed to find that they couldn't push the door, and with a loud bang, half of the axe blade slashed in, less than three centimeters from the woman's eyes. ”

"Seeing that the hole in the door is getting bigger and bigger, the woman knows that she is in danger tonight."

"On the verge of life and death, the woman suddenly calmed down, as if accepting the fact that she was going to be killed, and like the calm after the impact of great fear, she picked up her mobile phone and made the last call to her husband."

"But at this time, the familiar mobile phone ringtone of 'Jingle Bell .......' actually rang outside the door, and the woman's first reaction was that her husband was also killed, but soon, she found that the phone was connected, and her husband's voice came from the mobile phone and the door at the same time."

“…… Don't worry, wife, I'll be right in. ”

After Ni Wan finished speaking, she felt that her scalp was numb, she was obviously a person who got along day and night, but she designed such a play, and when the woman died in the end, she must be in deep fear and despair.

"Since the woman was killed, the current occupant of Room 702 is not a writer, but his wife?"

Zhang Zichen's face is normal, the author who writes supernatural novels has no quirks, not to mention that the process of finding inspiration is always accompanied by blood, which is somewhat perverted.

"Not necessarily!" Ni Wan shook her head, with a solemn expression on her face: "This is the most terrifying thing about Lou Ba, because the writer has another story, and he wrote this sentence on the first page of that little story collection: 'I have written many stories, and the most wonderful one is about her, but I didn't expect that after that time, she also learned to write stories'." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zichen's expression finally changed.

This sounds like a gentle confession, but when you think about it in combination with the writer's deeds, it is too scary to think about.

What he calls 'a story about her' is not a tender love experience, but a horrific and thrilling murder.

The second half of the sentence is even weirder.

After that time, it means that after killing his wife, his wife also learned to write stories, can a dead man still write?

"Could it be that after the writer killed his wife, something strange happened?" Zhang Zichen asked.

Ni Wan nodded with a somewhat frightened expression: "In that storybook, the first sentence at the beginning of the last horror story is: 'The day after killing my wife, I also received a letter from her that wrote a story about myself'. ”