The old man screamed.

I opened the door and rushed inside.

The old man trembled and pointed to the mirror in the bathroom, unable to speak for a while.

I turned my head to see the bathroom door in the mirror opening and closing, as if someone had just come out of the toilet.

The cold sweat on his back suddenly came down.

Ten nails sprouted wildly, and I looked around warily.

Wang Hong's ghost seems to have been following us all along.

After waiting for a long time, there was nothing abnormal around.

The old man straightened his breath and struggled to put back the leaking faucet.

"Someone was secretly filming me in the mirror."

The old man's face was flushed, and he didn't know if he was scared or shy.

I heard the shutter sound very clearly, and it was not an illusion on the part of the old man.

"That thing seems to be following us all the time, paying more attention to the mirror and other things that create reflections."

I reminded.

The old man was frightened, but nodded again and again.

Pushing open the bathroom door, I took a closer look at the bedroom.

Everything is normal, nothing is out of the ordinary.

But I just saw in the mirror that the bathroom door opened and closed, and something had entered the bedroom.

Squatting on the ground, I carefully recognized the marks on the ground.

Reaching out, his nails scratched the ground with a screeching sound.

Then, a faint black resentment floated out of the ground.

I finally smiled.

Sure enough, it was a cover-up.

It's just that although its disguise is clever, I still noticed an anomaly.

Thanks to the ability given to me by the hairpin, these ghostly methods are extremely easy to crack.

Following the resentment on the ground, the old man and I chased out.

Since he likes to take pictures, it must be Wang Hong's ghost.

As long as we find him, we can hope to get out of this predicament.

Wang Hong's footsteps continued downward, chasing all the way out of the teacher's dormitory building.

Gardens, playgrounds, dance studios, all the way to the cafeteria.

"TMD, this is revisiting the daily activities of that dance teacher again."

I gritted my teeth and followed, my anger rising upwards.

He meowed to death, and he still remembered that woman, who deserved to lick the dog and die well.

"Big brother, calm down and don't follow his way."

The old man cautioned me.

"Is there one? I'm calm. ”

I gritted my teeth and grinned as hard as I could.

The old man looked at my smiling face and turned away from me to say no more.

Going around and around, the traces of resentment returned to Wang Hong's bedroom door.

Wang Hong, this dog day, took me to walk his tail road again, and he was completely treating me as a stupid boy.

My patience has reached the limit.

Pushing open the door to my bedroom, I was stunned.

In front of him is no longer Wang Hong's bedroom, but a window.

Through the window, a woman with a graceful figure is dancing.

It was that dance teacher.

She danced gracefully, but halfway through the dance, she stopped.

"Why isn't there a beautiful red dress to match this dance?"

The woman frowned slightly and sighed softly.

That's when I understood.

It's not that a woman doesn't like red, it's that she has extremely high requirements for red clothes.

The ordinary red dress seemed to her not worthy of her dance.

Suddenly, the woman seemed to notice my gaze.

Her face contorted for a moment, and a thick resentment gushed out, filling the room with black air, and then lunging towards me.

I subconsciously dodged to the side.

But after setting up the battle posture, there was no sound again.

When I turned around, I felt a sigh in my heart, and I don't know when the old man was gone.

Since he had been walking with anger all the way, I didn't pay attention to his situation, and I didn't know when he left me.

After some hesitation, I decided to solve the matter in front of me first.

When I walked to the door of the dormitory again, it changed to a different look.

I was standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, with tables and chairs.

The dance teacher was having dinner with other female colleagues, and the two of them were laughing.

"I really envy you dance teachers, you are all in such good shape, and you are well maintained, this ice muscle and jade bones, if any man can eat you in his mouth, it will be worth living for twenty years less."

"I hate it, don't talk nonsense, my meat is not delicious, sweating all day long will definitely make people sour to death."

The two of them pinched each other's waists, laughing and playing.

Tick tock.

The rice bowl in front of them became fuller and fuller, and then drops of blood flowed out.

The blood grew more and more, pooled into a stream, and poured under the table.

The bowl was like a cornucopia, and blood was gushing out.

It wasn't until the cafeteria gathered into a sea of blood that it rushed towards me with all its might.

Even though I dodged outside the door, when the thin spray of blood rushed out, it still caught me in it.

I held my breath desperately, trying to keep my eyes open as wide as I could, making my way in the scarlet.

Two figures rushed towards me like swimming fish.

It was the woman and her co-workers.

The heads of the two men had become twisted and huge, like two giant monkfish, with mouths full of sharp teeth.

Two large mouths pounced on me.

I dodged in a thrill and put my hands out together, cutting the two women into pieces.

The sea of blood quickly receded.

I struggled to get up from the ground, panting for air.

I touched my body, it was still very dry, and I looked at myself again, and I was still standing outside the dormitory at this time.

I'm running out of patience.

Standing in front of the door again, the room in front of me was back to its normal dormitory.

It's just that at the door of the balcony, a bloody figure is struggling desperately.

His waist was stuck on the balcony, blocked by the wall next to him, and I couldn't see his lower body clearly.

But his upper body, along with his head, has long since lost its skin.

"Help... Save..."

He reached out to me in despair, his lips opening and closing, unable to make a clear sound, only the faint syllables in his throat and the clattering of teeth.

Zhang heng?

I was stunned.

Immediately, I realized that something was wrong.

Isn't this what Zhang Heng looked like when he was dying?

As Zhang Heng struggled, his body had slowly crawled into the bedroom.

Every inch of my body that came into my sight was skinless.

One of his hands grabbed the nearest leg of the bed.

Blood poured out from beneath him, like a blood-colored tree, tucked across the floor.

Finally, Zhang Heng, whose flesh and blood were blurred, crawled into the dormitory.

He turned his head to look back, a look of horror on his face.

A figure appeared on the balcony.

He held a complete human skin in his hand and shook it violently as if he were shaking his clothes.

Crash!

The human skin made a crisp sound.

The man took the freshly peeled, bright red human skin and nodded in satisfaction.

"What a beautiful red dress."