I made myself the protagonist

The soles of the slippers rubbed against the old floor, making a "swishing" sound.

Ling Yun curled up in the bed. Although he seemed to be sleeping soundly on the surface, in fact, his back under the quilt was already soaked with sweat.

The sound kept getting closer to him. In addition to the sound of slippers, Ling Yun also heard heavy breathing.

How could this happen? Could it be that the charm given by Chen You didn't work?

Now that an accident occurs, should you use the Suppressing Spell to expel the evil spirit directly, or should you wait and see what happens?

What Ling Yun didn't expect was that danger would come to him so quickly. This Suppressing Spell was worth a lot of money. It was supposed to be a killing move that he could use to save his life at critical moments, but who would have thought that this was just the first night?

The mission has just begun...

You can't be so unlucky!

Ling Yun closed his eyes tightly and concentrated on the location of the sound. After entering his room, the "person" first came to the closet, and then slowly moved to the dressing table directly opposite him.

Ling Yun's eyelids trembled slightly. He mustered up the courage and narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to see what was entering his room.

Because he had kept his eyes open and thought for a while, Ling Yun's eyes had adapted to the darkness. Under the orange light, he soon saw a blurry black figure with its back to him, swaying near the dressing table.

Wandering around.

The figure was wearing a white shirt and khaki suit pants, with mottled blood stains all over his body. Although it was only a back view, it was not difficult to tell that the figure was a middle-aged man, about thirty or forty years old.

Fear instantly surrounded Ling Yun's whole body like a tide. He felt as if every muscle in his body was frozen, even his vocal cords. He wanted to call for help and wake up Zhao Sicheng - if it was his abnormality

Yes, maybe we can break the current deadlock.

Unfortunately, I can't move at all now.

The mattress beneath him was already soaked with his own sweat. Ling Yun felt like a drowning person. Despair and suffocation gradually filled his heart.

He prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that the black shadow would leave; however, contrary to expectations, after wandering around for two times, it changed its direction and gradually walked towards his location.

Ling Yun closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and tried to be as relaxed as possible. His intuition told him that he could not let the other party realize that he was still awake. Perhaps this was the only way to get out of danger.

Rustling, rustling...

The sound of slippers had stopped near the head of his bed.

Ling Yun remained motionless while lying on his side. He closed his eyes again and tried to breathe as smoothly as possible. He even took two deep breaths to simulate a deep sleep.

Must be calm.

Ling Yun kept warning himself, controlling the movements of his facial muscles including his eyeballs. If it was slightly unnatural, you could tell through his eyelids that he was pretending to sleep.

Judging from the shape of the black shadow, it was the former tenant of room 2442 and Yang Feng's husband.

He was a tutor with a human face and an animal heart. While his wife and children were not at home, he violated his twin sisters who came to study. As a result, the resisting sister killed him with scissors, and finally the younger sister was hanged in the house.

When the innocent hostess Yang Feng came back and saw the miserable state of this house, she was frightened into a trance. She did not dare to go home with her son who had albinism, so she could only wander in the corridor all day long. She was kindly taken in by the security guard Uncle Yan.

Lived in the stairwell.

After the tragedy, 2442 was haunted by the evil spirits of the twin sisters, and their ghosts never left him.

Ling Yun couldn't figure out why the evil spirit of the beastly male owner would appear in his room for no reason?

Could it be that he turned into an earthbound spirit after death and wandered around the building, and that he hid in other places because he was afraid of the powerful pair of sister ghosts?

Just as he was distracted by his random thoughts, Ling Yun suddenly felt a cold breath falling on his cheek.

Under the covers, Ling Yun's toes suddenly curled up, and goosebumps appeared on his back: He immediately realized that in the darkness, the man was already standing at the head of his bed, bending down close to his face and looking at him.

!

Although he did not open his eyes, a pale and swollen man's face appeared in Ling Yun's mind at this moment.

His face was expressionless, his facial features were distorted, and his cheeks were deeply sunken. Only a pair of eyes that had not rotted through yet shot out a vicious and cold light, like sharp daggers. He wanted to gouge out his skin and kill himself.

Cramping and peeling.

This kind of malice that entered the bone marrow made Ling Yun feel terrified. Just when he made up his mind to summon the soul-suppressing talisman, the next second, he felt a pair of cold hands burrowing into his quilt.

The sticky and cold hand moved along the neck and slowly touched his chest.

What do you mean? This old pervert didn’t forget his true nature even after he died?

When he thought that the ghost touching his body was a middle-aged man, Ling Yun felt his scalp numb, and the feeling of diaphragm made him forget his fear in an instant.

"Go to hell!"

Ling Yun suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed. But what surprised him was that the bedside was empty, and the previous black shadow disappeared at this moment.

Ling Yun touched his phone and was surprised to find that it was only three in the morning. It was actually a little earlier than the time he saw when he woke up.

"Is everything just an illusion? Or am I dreaming?"

Ling Yun was still in shock. When he was about to lie down again, through the cold light emitted by the mobile phone screen, he suddenly realized that the room was in a mess: the wardrobe and dressing table were crooked to the ground, and large amounts of blood were splattered on all the walls. If you didn't know better,

When people saw it, they thought it was the scene of a murder.

At this time, there was a large pool of blood stains beside Ling Yun's bed; not only that, there were several clear bloody palm prints on the bedside and on the sheets under him.

All this told him: the scene he just saw was definitely not a dream!

Ling Yun jumped out of bed in shock. He wanted to go to the living room to find Zhao Sicheng, but at this moment, a few drops of cold liquid suddenly fell from the ceiling above his head. The liquid dripped on his cheeks, exuding a

A strange stench.

Almost subconsciously, Ling Yun raised his head.

After seeing the scene above his head clearly, he felt cold all over, his mind went blank, and his scalp exploded with a "swish".

I saw a hideous-looking male corpse suddenly appearing where the stain on the ceiling had been.

It was covered in blood, with several nails stuck in its forehead and mouth, and its body was penetrated by several finger-thick nails, firmly nailed to the ceiling. The male corpse's eyes widened in horror, and blood continued to seep from its mouth and nose.

The moment Yu Lingyun's eyes met, it suddenly moved its eyes and kept making strange sounds from its mouth, looking extremely painful.

"Fat man, fat man!!!"

The horror of this scene had already exceeded the limit of Ling Yun's psychological endurance. He was so frightened by the horrific scene in front of him that he fell to the ground. After reacting, he rolled and crawled away towards the door.

However, the door to the room suddenly closed tightly. No matter how he turned the handle, he could not open it.

In the darkness, Ling Yun clearly heard a loud "dong" sound.

At this moment, his heart seemed to have been pounded by a heavy hammer, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Then, there was a rustling crawling sound on the floor behind him. The sound was very fast, and the next second, a pair of sticky and cold hands

He suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Ling Yun lowered his head and discovered that a pale grimace appeared at his feet.

Its face was covered with dark holes, with only two holes remaining for a pair of eyes, and its lips had long since rotted away, revealing scarlet gums and a mouthful of white teeth.

"Death..." The voice was as rough as if it had been worn away by sandpaper. The resentful ghost spoke slowly, and black pus and blood slowly flowed down the eye sockets to both sides of the cheeks.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Ling Yun screamed and sat up from the bed again. At this time, the room was quiet. The dim light in the living room shined on the wall through the door. Zhao Sicheng was still snoring. The scene in front of him was exactly the same as what he had just seen in his dream.

.

"call"

Suddenly, a gust of wind mixed with cold dampness blew past Ling Yun's ears, as if an invisible person in the darkness came to his ears and breathed softly.

Ling Yun felt as if the blood vessels in his brain were about to swell and burst, and almost every pore in his body was trembling.

At this moment, he could hardly distinguish between dreams and reality, and he did not dare to look behind him. At this moment, Ling Yun had only one thought in his mind, and that was to escape!

"Fat man, fat man, wake up quickly!!!" As Ling Yun started to think, a force burst out from his body, causing him to move to the living room in a very short time.

Soon, Zhao Sicheng, who was sleeping like a dead pig, opened his eyes sleepily under the eager push of the other party. He yawned and wanted to complain a few words, until he felt the chill around him that penetrated his bones.

Only then did he suddenly wake up completely.

Before Ling Yun could speak, Zhao Sicheng suddenly sat up from the sofa and walked straight to the door of his room.

Zhao Sicheng turned on the wall lamp and found that everything in the room was normal and nothing was out of the ordinary. But even so, he still sensed a hint of Yin Qi.

"Don't worry, there is indeed a remnant of that thing in the house, but the femininity itself is no longer there."

After Zhao Sicheng finished speaking, he said strangely: "No, didn't Chen You give us a charm? Why doesn't it work?"

On the other side, Ling Yun walked to the door and discovered that the yellow charm that had been pasted before had fallen to the corner behind the shoe cabinet at some point.

When Zhao Sicheng saw this, he suddenly realized. He walked to the balcony and locked the window, with a sneer on his face: "My, my, I'm always afraid of heat. I just wanted to cool off before going to bed, so I didn't close the window tightly and let the wind blow the yellow charm."

If you drop it, that thing will have a chance to take advantage of it."

"...Okay, consider me unlucky."

Ling Yun dusted off the talisman and pasted it on the door again.