Unlimited Upgrades for My House of Horror

A violent scream made Ye Xiaotian a little irritable to temporarily turn off the voice transmission of the Lingmos drone.

Enjoyed the last bite of shredded pork rice with green pepper.

After wiping his mouth, as if watching a silent horror movie, he muttered to herself: "This female ghost is so realistic, and she doesn't look like Xiaoling. It seems that the haunted house arranged by the system has something to it."

In the basement.

The screams were endless, and seven people fainted directly.

The remaining few people yelled for several minutes before they were controlled by the courageous two of Zhao and Xu Kai'an.

Zhao Shui's head also sweated a lot, and he pulled his clothes and wiped it clean.

An employee behind him pointed to the woman and whispered: "It was not'she' who participated in the report just now, right?"

When Mr. Zhao heard the words, he cursed: "Fart! This is a prop. Why are you as small as a mouse? You can't help you when you come in, and you are still holding back!"

Xu Kaian was also frightened by the picture just now and his back was a little cold.

But it was still calm at this time.

He glanced at the seven people who had fainted on the ground, and then at the miserable woman who had hanged himself. He swallowed his saliva and said with a trembling voice, "Mr. Zhao, let's take a detour. This item is too realistic. Look. It's weird. These people who are fainted are not in danger here."

"Okay, let's take a detour!"

Originally intended to come in and destroy props and facilities.

But looking at the miserable woman at this time, let alone sabotage, I can't wait to stay away soon.

Mr. Zhao pointed to the other side with the dim, cold-colored light, and said, "There is a road over there. Let's go and take a look."

After all, he pulled Xu Kai'an to his side.

The two are close enough to be bold enough.

Qian'er didn't see the miserable woman for the first time, and she was shocked when she saw it now.

But also because of some mental preparations, he was not scared to faint.

"You two go behind me, I feel a little surprised at this haunted house, I'm a little scared."

Qian'er spoiled the two courageous male colleagues next to her.

How can the two men get the favor of a stunner like Qian'er on weekdays?

With the help of the dim cold light, the five people walked forward slowly.

Qian'er in the middle felt a lot more at ease.

Thinking of the woman just now, she glanced back with lingering fears.

But with this glance, she was instantly sluggish.

I saw that the place was empty, the woman was gone, and there was only one hanging rope!

"Ah! The female body is gone!"

Qian'er pointed to the upper sling and screamed abruptly.

After that, he ignored it, and threw himself into the arms of a male colleague who was acting as a bodyguard next to him.

The four men looked back after hearing this.

I saw that the female corpse was still hanging quietly in the air.

The male colleague who was suddenly thrown into her arms by Qian'er was originally startled.

But at this moment, seeing the beauty in her arms, she patted Qian'er's back with excitement.

While taking the opportunity to wipe the oil, he comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, Qian'er, you are too nervous."

"Ahem!"

Upon seeing this, Mr. Zhao coughed twice with a bad complexion, and said, "Qian'er, go next to me. Remember, everything here is props and controlled by agencies, so don't be afraid!"

"Good, good."

Qianer quickly pushed away the "bodyguard" and walked to Mr. Zhao's side.

The bodyguard behind him was suddenly a little lost. Looking at Mr. Zhao, he cursed angrily: "Goubi, I hope something will show up soon, that will scare you to death!"

Unbalanced in his heart, he cursed in his heart while walking forward.

Everyone didn't walk for a few minutes.

Xu Kaian at the forefront spotted the road that Mr. Zhao said, but only after he approached did he realize that the road was blocked by an iron gate.

Behind the iron gate is a step ladder.

It seems that you can go upstairs by passing it.

"There is an iron gate here, it's locked. There must be a key here. Everyone will look for it."

He immediately judged that this was the place to go upstairs, and immediately ordered everyone.

Mr. Zhao also discovered this, and began to divide the work: "Lao Liu, Xiao Ma, you two go over there and look for it, Qianer Xiaoxu and I are looking for it here. If you see something that can be destroyed, don't be merciful. , Smashed!"

A few moments divided into two teams, going in two different directions.

"Huh? There is a dressing table over there."

Xu Kaian spotted the furniture under the dim light in front of his eyes and walked over there immediately.

Where there is a dresser, there are drawers.

The key to the iron door is probably in the drawer.

This is Xu Kaian's judgment.

Mr. Zhao originally wanted to follow, but found that his hand was held by the woman.

He paused on the spot and looked back.

I saw Qian'er biting her fingers timidly, shaking Mr. Zhao's arm with one hand and said: "Mr. Zhao, I feel a bit strange over there, let's not go there?"

"Why is it weird?"

Mr. Zhao frowned and asked.

"It looks like it's a basement. How come there is a dressing table in the basement?" Qian'er was talking, she almost gnawed her fingernails out of tension.

"Your analysis makes sense. There must be a problem with the dressing table in the basement. Maybe there is a mechanism, and then suddenly something..."

Mr. Zhao agreed with Qian'er's analysis, but his voice stopped abruptly when he was halfway through.

Big beads of sweat slipped from his forehead, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

A pair of fish soaked their eyes, staring at Qian'er's nails.

"What's wrong, Mr. Zhao? Is there anything behind me?"

Qian'er's scalp numb when Zhao was staring at it, and her body instantly collapsed straight.

Mr. Zhao did not answer.

He clearly felt that his hands were being pulled by others.

And Qian'er, gnawing on her nails with one hand in her mouth, clearly only has one hand to pull herself.

Who owns the cold and smooth little hand that is holding his left hand? !

Guru~~~

Mr. Zhao swallowed inadvertently.

Because of the extreme fear in his heart, he felt that his whole body began to slowly become cold.

After taking a few deep breaths.

Only then did Mr. Zhao dare to slowly move his gaze down from Qian'er's nails.

When he saw that his left hand was not being held by anyone, Mr. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

It turned out to be an illusion!

It seems that the atmosphere of this environment is too weird, which makes it easy for people to think randomly.

Zhao always thought, the fear in his heart began to dissipate.

But then, he tensed his nerves again and looked at his arm again.

In his eyes, Mr. Zhao suddenly noticed that there was a clear blood-red palm print on his long-haired bay area black hairy arm!

Fear instantly overwhelmed Mr. Zhao's bottom line of defense.

He screamed in surprise.

"Fuck! Where did this come from!"

Following Mr. Zhao's fearful cry, Qian'er also subconsciously looked at his arm.

I saw that a pale palm with slender fingers and nails even longer than the fingers was gently stroking Mr. Zhao's arm.

Qian'er screamed instinctively: "Ah!!!"

The next second, there was a muffled sound.

Bang!

Frightened and fainted.