When people are serious, there are two situations.

The first is that no matter how noisy it is, it can't interrupt the serious state, and the second is that even the slightest noise can have an impact.

Zhou An belongs to the second type.

The door to the room was closed, the windows were closed, and it wasn't windy or raining outside.

A cold wind blew for no reason, and Zhou An immediately put down the kitchen knife and turned his head to look behind him.

It's a completely knee-jerk action.

If someone is blowing, the person being blown will subconsciously turn their heads.

Or keep your head down.

In the room, the light of the oil lamp flickered slightly, illuminating the small house.

Between the mottled light and shadow, there is a bit of mood.

If there is no white cloth on the beams of the house, and the people hanging on the white cloth, perhaps a literati and ink writer can recite a poem.

But with that, it's different.

On the beams of the house, a strand of miserable white cloth hung down, tied in a dead knot, and on the white cloth, hung an obese woman who was five feet tall and five feet wide.

The woman's face was pale, her eyes were as wide as brass bells, her mouth was open, her tongue was sticking out of it, and her neck was slightly longer with a white brunch.

The brass bell-like eyes were not focused, but Zhou An always felt that these eyes were staring at him.

"Auntie."

The memory in his mind told him that this woman was his aunt and the comedian who pretended to hang herself, but played herself to death.

But he clearly remembered that he personally asked someone to bury his aunt, and he was buried in a grand manner.

How did it end up in the house now?

Haunted?

It seems to be.

No, absolutely!

The dead man who was nailed to the coffin suddenly appeared on the beam of the house, and the death was terrifying, and two words crossed Zhou An's mind.

- Weird!

The weird, the weird.

This is the first time Zhou An has encountered weirdness, and he is also a former relative, and he is a little nervous.

When people are nervous, they always have to do something, so he subconsciously picked up the kitchen knife on the table and faced his aunt hanging on the beam.

"I'll tell you, when you died, I buried you in a big way, don't do anything here, otherwise I will kill you with a knife."

Can weird communicate?

Zhou An didn't know.

But he felt that he had to say something to regulate the tension.

If he had a mobile phone now and put a song of good luck, Zhou An estimated that he would not be nervous.

In the past, when he watched horror movies, he didn't do much of it.

"Click!"

Just as Zhou An finished saying this, the aunt who had been quiet suddenly moved.

The pale eyeballs turned slightly, and the pupils without focus stared at the knife in Zhou An's hand.

The bruised arm was raised in Zhou An's sight, grabbed the white cloth above his neck, and lifted it up hard.

The fat ball-like body fell from the white cloth and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Huh?"

In this kind of funny scene, Zhou An suddenly felt that the sense of horror disappeared a lot.

"My aunt has been a comedian all her life, and even her way of death is extremely comedy, and she has not forgotten her identity as a comedian." Zhou An said with emotion.

The aunt, who fell face down, seemed to feel embarrassed by this, and her body began to tremble.

The face facing the ground is raised at 90 degrees.

With his arm pulled, he actually crawled towards Zhou An in a way similar to a spider.

While crawling, he also let out a terrible howl in an eager tone.

"Give me money! Give me money!! Give me money!! ”

Zhou An: "? ”

The memory in his mind told him that his aunt had asked him for money more than she had eaten.

Zhou An instantly became alert!

How can that work!

I still have to use my money to buy vegetables and practice knife skills, how can I give it to my aunt?

"No way!" Zhou An said very seriously.

You can give anything, but you can't give money!

"Give me money-" The aunt's cry became more and more poignant, and she had already come to Zhou An, and her body like a ball jumped high.

Closer, Zhou An could even see the erosive flesh and blood in his aunt's mouth.

"It's all said, money can't work!"

Zhou An couldn't help it.

Just met and asked him for money, and he didn't dare to think about what would develop in the future.

Blessed to the soul, at the moment when the aunt was about to pounce, Zhou An's knife work that he had practiced all night was magnified in an instant.

The kitchen knife swept by, and the afterimage appeared!

In the dark room, a white line was drawn.

The lines are extremely thin, and the knife is sharp!

The aunt's body flew upside down, hitting the wall like a ball, and bouncing back to the ground.

A large wound appeared in the chest, from the left shoulder to the right abdomen.

But this knife slashed down, and the aunt didn't seem to feel pain at all.

The round belly like a ball flicked, jumped onto the roof, grabbed the roof with both hands, and hung upside down on it.

"Give me money, give me money, give me money......"

His mouth was still in pieces, without the slightest emotion, like a ruthless machine.

Zhou An was angry, and his whole body trembled with anger: "If you say no, you can't do it!" ”

The air flow in the body flows down the lower abdomen to the right arm.

Zhou An raised the kitchen knife, and under the drive of the air current, the knife flashed.

The oil lamp is in a trance, and the light and shadow are mottled.

The sword flashed brightly, and white light bloomed from the blade.

A lot of air is consumed, as if it is along the arm, covering the kitchen knife.

It looked like there was nothing, but Zhou An could feel that the air flow was indeed covering the blade of the kitchen knife.

"Give me money!"

The aunt was like a fat spider, and pounced on Zhou An again.

"Whew-"

Zhou An's knife was as fast as lightning.

Speed +1, it seems that it has only been added so much, but in fact, the speed is a world of difference compared to the previous Zhou An.

Before the aunt landed, she was slashed ten times by Zhou Anlian.

Zhou An thought of a question he had seen before.

How many pieces of bread can be divided into ten cuts on a piece of bread?

Now, it seems, there is no need to calculate.

On the ground, fifty-six aunts lay quietly.

This time there was no sound in the room, and a pin drop could be heard.

Zhou An was thinking about it, if he didn't take this opportunity to cut his aunt into a cheek, the fifty-six aunts on the ground turned into ashes.

The crisis was completely resolved.

Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief.

"My aunt has been a comedian all her life!"

He sighed, put down the kitchen knife, picked up the broom and shovel in the corner, shoveled the ashes on the ground, and put them in the trash.

Cut a weird into fifty-six parts, if before, ask Zhou An how he would feel, Zhou An would definitely say that it was disgusting.

But after experiencing meat slurry, Zhou An found that his adaptability was not ordinarily strong, except for a slight nausea, he didn't feel anything anymore.

"Go ahead."

When something like this happened, Zhou An also felt a sense of urgency.

He also finally knew that the so-called life skill proficiency, and the special effects obtained after upgrading, were not ordinarily strong.

Late at night like water.

The sound of kitchen knives chopping through the cutting board echoed in the room again.