Panguan

That's not a bead at all, it's a falling eye!

In an instant, the air almost solidified.

He and Xiaqiao raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at the place where the beads fell.

I saw that there was a new dòng on the wooden ceiling mezzanine at some point, a man's face with a cracked mouth was lying in the dòng, one side of his eyes were black holes, and the other side was wide open.

Immediately afterwards, cracks began to appear in the entire ceiling, spreading in an instant, as if it could not bear the things above.

I also want to know where the stumps and heads outside the door are now.

The face is stretched longer and longer, and the cracks are getting denser and denser.

The moment the wooden ceiling collapsed, Wen Shi yanked his wrist and the locked door slammed open. Before he could say more, he kicked Xiaqiao out with one foot, grabbed the mirror and jumped downstairs.

Xia Qiao wanted to climb up but didn't get up, so he rolled down the stairs all the way to the end, collapsed and asked, "Why is it crazier today than last night!"

"Nonsense, because I took that notebook!" Wen Shi said.

"Don't you just remember the child's life experience? As for this?" Xia Qiao cried and cried, but it was very quick to swing his short legs.

When smelling, the rope wrapped around a bunch of stumps, wrapping them like a wrong net. They tumbled and struggled inside, and it looked really disgusting.

But more stuff was crawling through the cracks in the windows, the ceiling, the walls.

"These things are all-pervasive, what should I do, Brother Wen?"

How to do?

Distract the attention of the cage owner and hit the key points.

Looking at the notebook, I know that for this cage owner, the key point is that ghostly little boy.

When smelling dodged, he saw a figure passing by behind the stairs, and immediately dragged the foot of the chair and slid over.

The little boy was about to reach for the sharp cone on the Eight Immortals table, when he smelled it, he jumped over! He wanted to grab the lanyard around his neck, but accidentally caught his clothes.

The child's shoulders are narrow, and when the collar is pulled, most of the shoulders are exposed.

When I smelled it, I saw the mark on his left chest at a glance, and as expected, it was a puppet as stated in the notes.

Surprisingly, the mark was so faint that it was almost indistinguishable. It was as if... as the little boy got bigger and more human, that mark would disappear.

And such a puppet?

He was stunned when he smelled it.

He was stunned for less than a second, but he gave the little boy a chance to attack.

At the moment when he sniffed the thread and got into the mark, the little boy's sharp cone had already plunged into the doll's chest, penetrating through the back of his heart.

This trick also applies to possessed people.

When I smelled it, my first reaction was: I'm embarrassed, and the boat capsized.

Then I felt a force rush over, and my body followed.

He blinked lightly, and saw the doll that was supposed to be controlled by him collapse to the ground, with eyes like glass beads open, and it became a dead thing.

It's uncomfortable to be detached from the possession, like being smashed in the head with a stick.

Just when he was physically dazed when he smelled it, he felt someone reach out and cover his eyes lightly.

Maybe it was an illusion, he smelled a touch of winter frost and snow.

Then there was darkness.

...

Yes, it's black again.

This process is too familiar, so I don't need to ask, I know when I smell it, it was Xie Wen who stabbed him into another possession.

Not long after, such a scene appeared in the bathroom on the first floor——

A small oval mirror stood beside the washbasin, with Xie Wen's shadow in it. A square mirror is nailed to the wall, and inside is the shadow of smell.

A doll in a little pink dress knelt in front of the mirror and cried.

What do timid people fear most? Most afraid of a person.

Before, Xia Qiao could still jump behind Wen Shi, and there was someone to accompany him wherever he slipped, so there was no limit to how scared he was.

But now...

The courageous ones are all in the mirror, the range of activities is limited, and the errands fall on him, running around in this haunted house alone... He still has a ball.

"How long has he been crying?" Wen Shi asked with a headache.

"It started when you were stabbed by a seven or eight-year-old child and fell to the ground." Xie Wen said warmly, "I thought he was crying for you, but it doesn't seem to be the case now."

"you--"

He pulled his face when he smelled it.

Do you owe? Do you have to bring up other people's shameful things?

"What am I?" Xie asked politely.

He pursed his lips when he smelled, and wanted to scold him. But in the end, he chose to skip the question and said, "Where's the child?"

If I remember correctly, he also got the imprint of the little boy at the time. Although he was merciful and didn't stab the right one, it was somewhat useful.

In his impression, the last scene he saw when he closed his eyes was the little boy kneeling on the ground, passing out as if his life had been evacuated.

So now what?

Xie asked: "The old man took him into the bedroom to take care of him."

Wen Shi asked again, "Where are those heads and hands?"

Xie asked, "It's gone."

When I heard it, I made a sound of "um", and said in my heart that's fine.

Originally, those stumps shouting and killing were the subconscious stress response of the cage owner. At the moment, all his attention was on the unconscious little boy, and he naturally put the intruder aside.

But he still didn't quite understand...

The old man picked up a child, the child

It's puppet, he raised puppet regardless of his origins, then what? Why does this cage form