C218 deja vu

By the light of the lamp, I saw three people sitting at the table. When I saw the three of them, I felt a pang of despair.

Of these three people, one was Mr. Zhao, one was Little Tang Wei, and the other was Uncle Tang.

The three of them sat at the table with the mahjong on it. Mr. Zhao chuckled at me and said, "Eldest Nephew, we're three lacking one."

I looked around in panic and found that I was standing on the street, surrounded by broken bungalows.

I turned my head and asked, trembling, "I... I'm not on TV, am I? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "Of course not, how can someone sneak into the television? You're ridiculous. "

I held my dagger as I walked in front of Mr. Zhao and asked solemnly, "Are you my second uncle? "To be honest, if not, I won't be polite."

Mr. Zhao pushed away my dagger and said indifferently: "Of course I am. Why are you always so suspicious? "

I looked at him closely and saw that his movements and demeanor were normal. He didn't look like a ghost.

I said, "It's not that I'm suspicious, it's just that the three of you are too sinister."

I told her what I had seen in the Tang family living room. Then he asked the Mr. Zhao, "Where exactly is our soul? Why is it on TV? "

The Mr. Zhao pointed to a nearby location and said, "There's a camera there."

I turned my head in surprise. Not far away, there was a tripod with a camera on top of it. A red light was blinking. But I couldn't see anyone around.

Could it be that someone had recorded the Mr. Zhao and the others and put them inside the television? But the Mr. Zhao I saw before was so strange, what was going on?

The Mr. Zhao explained, "This place is not a human. What you see on TV. It could also be an illusion created by someone else, to intentionally scare you. "

I nodded and asked the Mr. Zhao, "What exactly happened?"

Mr. Zhao explained, "That cup of tea surnamed Tang can't harm me at all. I waited on the sofa for a while, and when Little Tang Wei fell asleep, I planned to go and find surnamed Tang. "

Little Tang Wei shouted angrily, "So it turns out that you are really planning to harm my father."

Mr. Zhao said helplessly: "Isn't it your father who harmed me first?"

I waved my hand to stop the senseless argument. I asked the Mr. Zhao, "And then? Why did you come to this damned place? "

The Mr. Zhao said helplessly: "At that time, I had just walked into the house and was planning to take action against surnamed Tang. Who knew that a ghost lady would rush in. This female ghost was filled with a murderous aura, and she threatened to kill someone surnamed Tang. I was going to teach him a lesson, but I wasn't going to take his life. Besides, he is of some use to us. So I had to turn around and protect him. "

Mr. Zhao scratched his head and said with a bit of distress: "That ghost girl is not that smart. With my abilities, dealing with this ghost lady is as easy as flipping my palm. But that Tang guy is too cowardly. When he saw this female ghost, he was so scared that his entire body started to tremble.

"I had no choice but to take him outside. Halfway through, I realized that I had been hit. The physical body was left in the room, only the soul remained. I turned back to get my body, but the door was locked. "

"As far as the soul is concerned, locking the door from the inside doesn't stop me at all. But I don't have time to go back now. The Tang guy had already slipped away like a wisp of smoke, leaving me with no choice but to follow him. Results... He arrived here in the blink of an eye. "Hmm …" The Tang guy arrived a few seconds before me.

I looked at Uncle Tang and he nodded with a dark expression. Then he lowered his head and stopped talking. I think he just poisoned us in the tea, and now he sees us again in the blink of an eye.

I said to Mr. Zhao, "Even after all this time, you still don't know how you got here?"

Mr. Zhao shook his head.

I then asked the Little Tang Wei, "How did you come here?"

Little Tang Wei said, "After you and Xia Xin go out, I'll be the only one at home. I'm scared. Of course, I'm not afraid of my father, I'm afraid of your second uncle's corpse. "

Mr. Zhao grumbled in dissatisfaction: "You are the corpse, I am still alive and well."

I said to Mr. Zhao, "Second Uncle, calm down. What's the point of arguing with a little girl? "

The Mr. Zhao did not make a sound, and continued, "I was quite scared, so I switched on the TV, wanting to watch the TV and divert my attention. Today's TV show turned out to be especially strange. There was a little girl inside, standing with her back to me. I can see that her back is becoming more and more familiar. It's almost exactly like me. "

"Then, another figure appeared behind her back. This shadow sneakily crawled up from the ground onto her body, and then it stretched out its hand to touch her head. I was really scared, so I ran out of the door. I want to see you. "

"That 'Heavenly Soldier' you're talking about is scary, but I think it's even more frightening to leave myself in the house. But just as I ran out the door, I realized that the stairs were gone. I've arrived at this damned place. "

I sat down in a chair and frowned. "I think we all had one thing in common when we came here," I said. They all met female ghosts in the house. "

"Mr. Zhao met a female ghost, and I also met a female ghost. The shadow that Little Tang Wei saw on the television was most likely that female ghost. Furthermore, when we arrived here, the last thing we did was open the door and try to run out. I felt that the ghost girl must have placed a trap outside the door and used all kinds of methods to trick us into leaving. to trap us here. "

Mr. Zhao nodded in deep agreement.

I said to him, "Aren't you supposed to be powerful? How the hell are we going to get out of here? "

The Mr. Zhao smiled, and said confidently: "Let's not be anxious, from the moment you entered, this damned place had changed. It was like a bubble that was constantly expanding. It would burst in half an hour. Let's just wait and see. "

I muttered, "I'm just afraid that I'll get into trouble too."

Uncle Tang suddenly said, "Everyone, do you want to sit down and play mahjong?"

I looked at him in bewilderment. "You're still in the mood to play mahjong at a time like this?" "You're pretty generous."

Because he had hurt us before, I was no longer polite when I spoke to him. In reality, if it wasn't for Little Tang Wei, I would have already beat him up.

The Uncle Tang frowned and said, "We seem to have met each other before. I think I've experienced it once. I was playing mahjong at that time. "

I said, "It's an illusion. It's the brain nerves that send the wrong signals and give you the illusion. "

As I was speaking, the Uncle Tang interrupted me. He pointed at his head and said, "I'm still a soul now. Where did my nerves come from?"

I was stunned for a moment before I shut my mouth and stopped talking.

Mr. Zhao sat down and fixed his mahjong, then asked Uncle Tang: "Since you seem to be familiar with this place, can you tell me if something happens later?"

Uncle Tang firmly told us: "Yes, something big happened."

But when we asked him what had happened, he could not say.

The four of us can only play mahjong according to Uncle Tang's request. He played very slowly, muttering to himself, "This card seems familiar, I think I should play this one …"

Mr. Zhao became impatient and said, "What's wrong? Do you still want to win? "

I said from the side, "Maybe you lost last time. If you play according to last time, won't you have to lose again?"

With the Little Tang Wei here, our dream of beating the Uncle Tang up will never come true, but it's always okay to hurt him with a few words, right? Little Tang Wei was clearly unhappy, but she knew that she was in the wrong, so she did not say anything.

After about a quarter of an hour, Uncle Tang suddenly laughed. "I'm going to die."

The Mr. Zhao said in a weird tone: "If people are going to die, what's the use of being a Hu Gong?"

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar. Uncle Tang stood up immediately and shouted: "That's right, that's right, that's the voice, someone is coming soon."

I yawned. "You don't need to say that. I also know that someone is coming. "

I appeared to be very unconcerned, but I was very nervous. Nothing that appeared in this damned place was simple.

I took out the dagger and looked at the other side in anticipation.

As the footsteps grew clearer, I saw a figure appear in the darkness.

The man was big and tall. He wore a gray vest, black shorts, and a pair of slippers.

This was clearly a living person, the most common living person in the city. But I thought he had a thick aura of death about him. Then I realized that there was something wrong with his shadow.

He had six shadows, men and women, old and young. The six shadows bared their fangs and brandished their claws in a variety of ferocious postures.

I whispered to Mr. Zhao: "Is this person also a villain?"

Mr. Zhao shook his head: "The shadow behind him is actually someone he has killed before. These people died with grievances, and there was a feeling in their hearts that was unable to be calmed down, so they turned into shadows and followed behind him. "

When I heard that this person had killed six people before, I immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. I looked at the six figures and asked the Mr. Zhao, "Why didn't these ghosts kill this person?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Anyone who kills a lot will have a murderous aura around them. The imp feared this kind of baleful aura the most. It was already considered bold enough to follow behind him. But it didn't matter. His luck was good now, and he wasn't afraid of ghosts. When he's down on his luck, these brats will kill him at the first possible moment. "

As he spoke, the man was already in front of us. When I saw his face, I was stunned for a moment. "Isn't this guy Brother Long?"

No, this is Brother Long, but it doesn't seem quite the same. This person seemed to be a lot younger. He did not have that domineering aura on him.

After Brother Long walked up to us, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Big brother, we're all waiting. What should we do?"

His words were directed at the Uncle Tang. Uncle Tang was also stunned, he said vaguely: "Just follow the rules."

Brother Long answered and trotted off.

We all looked at each other.

Before we could come up with a conclusion, I heard a despairing curse coming from the street next door, "F * ck you eight generations …"

My heart lurched. I seem to know where this is.