Peng Yu thought this idea was ridiculous, but she really couldn't think of anything else besides this possibility.

Because there's nothing soft here at all.

Because if she rolled a little back, her body would be pierced by rusty nails.

She looked up the stairs again, and there was still nothing.

"Is it the person hiding in this hallway who attacked me, or is it ...... The weird story I wrote? ”

The blood was flowing again.

The excessive blood loss affected her ability to think a bit.

She gritted her teeth and tore off her new clothes, bandaging her head in a simple and hasty manner, and as for the other large abrasions, she didn't have time to care about them for the time being.

The unfinished building was half repaired, and the work was stopped, and the stairs had no handrails at all, and she had just been pushed downstairs, so she had no sense of security at all, so she only dared to stick to the wall and go down little by little.

As she pressed against the wall, she suddenly noticed a blood-red handprint on the wall.

She compared it in the air and found that this handprint was exactly the same as her own in terms of size and texture.

No, it's exactly the same as the original owner of the weird face.

Peng Yu suddenly felt a little itchy on his body.

This itch is not as terrible as the first time she wears a weird face, but it is dense and impossible to ignore.

She lifted her clothes and took a look, and was surprised to find that the wounds on her body were actually recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Beautiful...... How can it be mutilated? That sweet voice sounded again.

Peng Yu no longer felt that she was verbose, and asked silently in her heart: "Could it be that you saved me just now?" ”

How could she forget that in addition to the female ghost in red, there are also strange faces.

"No, oh~ It was an old woman in red who saved you. I'd like to help, but ...... Unless I completely occupy your body, otherwise, my abilities can only be limited to you, such as helping you repair a small wound or something, so ah, give me your body? Isn't it desirable to be beautiful and powerful? ”

Peng Yu, who was lost after using it, began to feel weird and verbose again.

"Did she help me so I could save her daughter?" Peng Yu did not forget the daughter of the female ghost in red. However, she didn't know anything other than her name, let alone find someone.

She picked up the phone that had fallen away.

The phone screen has cracked a bit, but fortunately it can barely be used.

When her face appeared in the live broadcast room, the barrage boiled.

[It turns out that the anchor is still alive, I thought you were dead!] 】

[Oh my God, there is a lot of blood on the anchor's head, it looks so scary! ] Take your mask off and let me see if your face is broken. 】

[The point upstairs is wrong, right? 】

[Yan Dog Real Hammer! ] 】

[The anchor doesn't look like he fell lightly, and his head is bleeding.] 】

[It's good to be alive!] It's good to be alive! 】

[I almost called the police.] 】

[Ah, I've called the police, and I've called an ambulance.] 】

Seeing the barrage that called the police, Peng Yu couldn't help frowning.

She fears that more police officers will be involved, resulting in mass disappearances.

But assuming that this person is not joking, the call has already been made, and the police are probably on the way, and it will be useless for her to stop it.

"Let's go now, or continue to look for Xu Ge?" Peng Yu hesitated a little, and suddenly noticed that the live broadcast room was all brushing the same barrage.

[Anchor! Rise! Look up! 】

Why should she look up?

She slowly raised her head, and abruptly met a pair of dilated eyes.

A strange child's head was poking out of a crack in the staircase, peeking at her.

His face was unnaturally white, and his hair was messy and tarnished, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Suddenly, his head tilted, his head fell, and he smashed straight towards Peng Yu.

She subconsciously took a step back, and the child's head hit the ground, falling to pieces.

It is worth mentioning that there was almost no blood shed on this head.

The few pieces of blood are also crimson, even close to brown.

Peng Yu also saw the human head for the first time, and the physiological discomfort made her subconsciously stay away.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed that the barrage was still brushing frantically.

[It was the anchor pushed by this kid before! ] 】

[I can testify!] 】

Hey, is your focus wrong? He pushed the anchor, which means that he is conscious, can move, not a dummy! And now the living man's head has fallen off, hey! 】

[This head is fake, it's a prop at first glance.] 】

[The anchor played a lot of ha, and fell like this in order to act. ] 】

[Maybe her body is full of artificial plasma, and when she fell, didn't her phone fall off? ] We only heard the sound of grunting and rolling down, and we didn't see the scene of the anchor actually rolling down. 】

[I agree with the point of view upstairs, the script is good, and the sense of substitution is very strong! ] 】

Was it this kid who pushed her?

Peng Yu couldn't help frowning.

She clearly remembered that the person who pushed her was so strong that she didn't have time to react before she fell, and if it weren't for the help of the woman in red, she would have died tragically on those nails.

How can a child have so much strength?

While Peng Yu was thinking, she suddenly noticed that the head under her feet had turned over, her dilated pupils stared at her, and the corners of her mouth slowly pulled out a hideous smile.

Peng Yu subconsciously raised his foot, and kicked his head down from the stairs with a flying kick.

The head gurgled and rolled down until no sound was heard.

Peng Yu couldn't help but shudder as he watched his head roll down.

Isn't she on the second floor? Shouldn't there be only one floor below? Why are there so many stairs below that it's impossible to count?

Peng Yu suspected that she had fallen into a fantasy realm, she quickly took out her mobile phone, pointed the stairs at the people in the live broadcast room, and asked, "How many stairs did you see?" ”

Live Room:

[One floor? Any questions? 】

[Why does the anchor ask such a strange question?] Could it be that the anchor didn't see a staircase? 】

[The anchor's acting skills are really good, his face is white, and he really looks like that. 】

[The anchor's acting skills don't beat those little fresh meat? ] 】

One floor? What do they see?

So, can people in the live broadcast room see the truth?

Peng Yu was suddenly very glad that she came in while live broadcasting, and she didn't have the idea of looking for Xu Ge now, she had to leave this unfinished building before the police arrived.

She walked slowly downstairs.

It's just that after only two steps, she stopped.

Because the rotten piece of meat from before is gone.

Live Room:

[That piece of meat is still there, it's there, what is the anchor hesitating about? ] 】

[That piece of meat is on the left, in order to avoid stepping on it, the anchor is facing a little to the right, right?] 】

[Go down!] 】

[Run! 】

[Don't hesitate! That kid! It's time to catch up! 】

Peng Yu was reluctant to take a step.

She didn't tell the people in the live broadcast room that she couldn't see the piece of meat, why did they seem to read her thoughts? Why were they in such a hurry to urge her to leave?