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The pretty little secretary just fell to the ground like this.

Qianer is Mr. Zhao's secretary.

As the saying goes, if the secretary does something, it's okay...

Cough!

In other words, Qianer is Zhao's heart and soul.

But at this moment, even if Mr. Zhao pityed his secretary, he couldn't take care of Qian'er.

He is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he cannot protect himself!

The cold touch on the back of his left hand, looming, made Mr. Zhao shudder.

At first, he still felt that it was a cold but tender little hand.

But gradually, Mr. Zhao felt that it was a skinless hand bone stroking himself.

This feeling is a bit tingling.

He could even feel that because of fear, his greasy hair was standing up one by one.

It's like what it appears in a movie after getting an electric shock.

Now Mr. Zhao doesn't have the guts to see what is touching himself.

I kept thinking about whether I was in danger.

If you are touching your own things and want to kill yourself, how can you escape?

Drops of cold sweat dripped from his fat double chin, like a hand tap that was not closed tightly.

In fear, Mr. Zhao remembered that he had never heard of it before, or had seen a sentence in a horror movie; the original meaning probably means that as long as the ghost does not feel the breath of strangers, then it can Deceive the ghost to escape danger.

Thinking of this sentence, it doesn't matter where Mr. Zhao can care.

It was exactly the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and tried his best to hold his breath.

Sure enough, it was about tens of seconds after Mr. Zhao held his breath.

He heard a gurgling sound of bone collision, followed by a sniffing sound.

Relying on these noises, Mr. Zhao's brain made up a picture-imagining that there was a skeleton behind him. At this moment, the skeleton was looking for prey like a hunting dog, trying hard to find traces of his news.

"It works, it works!"

Although the greasy fat face has been flushed from holding his breath for too long.

But Mr. Zhao still tried his best to hold back, for fear that he would show a little breath and be noticed by the stuff behind him.

I don't know how long it took.

Mr. Zhao felt that he was going to be unable to hold on.

But at this moment, he felt that the hand bones that were touching his left and right were pulled away.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of vain footsteps.

The voice drifted away, as if it was moving away from himself.

"Are you saved?"

Mr. Zhao began to feel a little grateful that he thought of the way of holding his breath wisely.

But because he had been holding his breath for more than a minute, his complexion had turned from purple to blue.

Hold it any longer, I'm afraid that I will suffocate myself to death.

"Huh~~~"

The body's self-rescue mechanism made Mr. Zhao instinctively take a few deep breaths.

"Hiss~~~"

He took a few more breaths.

New oxygen entered the body, and Zhao Zong's face was relieved.

Because he held his breath for too long, he felt his face numb.

Just after he breathed heavily, there was a sudden sound of bone friction, and the floating footsteps that had just been far away sounded, as if they were approaching quickly!

He hasn't waited for Mr. Zhao to react and hold his breath again.

A pair of cold hands suddenly pinched his neck!

"It's over!"

Mr. Zhao only felt his body collapse suddenly, his whole body quickly became cold, and his scalp was numb!

He felt that his hands were pinching tighter and tighter, and he couldn't breathe completely.

In a pair of dead fish's eyes, the whites of the eyes continued to expand, and red blood streaks slowly appeared, all over the whites of the eyes.

He wants to shout, wants to ask for help.

However, his mouth was huge, his neck was pinched by the thing behind him, and he couldn't help but make any noise.

Mr. Zhao's heart is totally ashamed.

The consciousness gradually blurred, and he could not even feel any breath from the outside world.

"Am I going to die? It's fine, what plan am I going to destroy the props in the haunted house?"

"If there is an afterlife, I must be a good person..."

People are about to die, and their words are good.

At this moment, Mr. Zhao, who thought he was bound to die, had already given up resistance.

Ye Xiaotian, who was watching the surveillance screen, suddenly got up. Although he knew that Mr. Zhao was uneasy, it didn't mean that he wanted to kill someone in the horror room!

Just when he had set off to rescue Mr. Zhao, the new scene in front of him suddenly stopped him.

The basement.

A hurried cry rang, followed by a sound of fast running footsteps.

"Mr. Zhao! Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?"

How could President Zhao, who was on the verge of suffocation, hear the shout, thinking that Huangquan’s extraditor had come to claim his life.

The body fell backwards suddenly, banging to the ground.

"Fucking! Mr. Zhao, what are you doing, you are wicked?"

Xu Kaian shook Mr. Zhao vigorously, gritting his teeth and trying to break the hands of Mr. Zhao that pinched his neck.

However, Mr. Zhao seemed to exhaust all his energy, just pinching himself and refusing to let go.

Snapped!

Snapped! Snapped!

In desperation, Xu Kaian slapped Mr. Zhao three times.

These slaps seemed to have awakened Mr. Zhao.

When Xu Kaian went to break Mr. Zhao's hand again, he was immediately relieved.

After finally breaking away from Mr. Zhao's hand, the other party began to breathe violently.

"Huh~ finally broke."

Xu Kaian, anxious and sweating, breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, Mr. Zhao seemed to be relieved.

He just felt that countless stars were spinning in front of him, and he slowed down for a while before he sat up slowly.

When he saw Xu Kai'an, he actually cried with joy as if he were left behind.

The whole body trembled violently.

"..."

Xu Kai'an didn't know what to say, but quietly waited for the other party's mood to stabilize.

Waited for a while.

Seeing that Mr. Zhao finally returned to normal, Xu Kaian asked: "Mr. Zhao, what's the matter with you? Why are you pinching your neck so hard as if you are trying to die?"

"I, did I pinch myself?"

Mr. Zhao looked at his plump palms with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"I just came back from the dressing table when I saw you almost choked yourself to death!"

Xu Kaian wiped the sweat from his forehead and told Mr. Zhao what he had just seen.

After listening, Mr. Zhao went to look at his left arm again.

There are no **** handprints.

"Could it be that I was frightening myself, my nerves were too nervous and I had the illusion?"

Mr. Zhao thought thoughtfully.

She glanced at Qian'er who was unconscious on the ground again, and her heart shook.

"But if it is an illusion, why did Qian'er faint!"

He couldn't figure out what happened just now, and he felt terrified, so he didn't dare to think about it.

Xu Kaian was worried about Qian'er who had fainted again, and was gently tapping Qian'er on the cheek.

Before he came in, he saw the relationship between Qian'er and Mr. Zhao, and knew that this woman could not be discarded like other employees.

Mr. Zhao didn't care about these.

Looking around, he seemed to be looking for something.

I saw something under my feet.

He concentrated his attention.

It turned out to be a mahogany comb placed in the blood!