Chapter 101： Who makes shrouds, who wants to molt

A strong man with a height and weight of nearly one hundred and eight, holding a lipstick in his hand, slowly applying it on his lips, his face is intoxicated like a girl. This scene is very strange, the feeling of Manager Zhang’s heart is not numb And disgusting, but deep fear.

He immediately thought of the spiritual aspect, and believed that this matter is absolutely related to the spirit!

He thought of escaping, took a deep breath, and rushed to the door, only to hear a bang, and the door closed. Manager Zhang slammed the door, but the door that had been ruined and had no door locks could not be opened.

Manager Zhang fell to the door, slipped on, sat on the ground, looking back desperately.

Lao Wang painted his mouth, but did not know where to find an eyebrow pencil, and a small bronze mirror, painted eyebrows on the bronze mirror, while painting the eyebrows, while picking up a song, is the voice of a woman!

The content of 哼 is not a general pop song, but a folk song of Huangmei’s play. Manager Zhang only vaguely heard a few words: ... enter the door, black, fire, light, look, who People make shrouds, who wants to molt...

An extreme chill, climbed up the manager's spine, all over the body, making him feel dry and wanting to scream, he even wanted to cry.

Perhaps the light is not satisfied, the old king squatted, and the bronze mirror is facing the face of Manager Zhang. In the bronze mirror, he sees not the face of Lao Wang, nor himself, but a woman’s face. The face was white like a piece of paper, holding two black eyes without eyes, one hand holding an eyebrow pencil, consistent with the rhythm of Pharaoh's movement, carefully aiming at the eyebrows. There was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, he seemed to find himself, glanced, his mouth cracked, smiled slightly, his mouth twitched to the root of his ear, and a green liquid flowed out of his teeth...

"Ghost, ghost..." Manager Zhang felt that he couldn't breathe. The instinct to survive made him wave his hands, swiping on the ground, crawling backwards, climbing to the wall roots, knocking down a plaque, and there was a piece behind it. The dark space is a small, hidden room.

Zhang Jing ideal did not think, drilled in.

A pale light, lit up from the room, Zhang manager turned his head and looked at it. It was a very old oil lamp, placed on a small table of mahogany. Now the whole head thinks how to escape, not thinking about the oil lamp. Why do you light up yourself, close the door of the small room, flustered and move over the table, on the door.

There was a sound from the door outside, and it was very light, as if it was stuck in the heart of Manager Zhang. He slowly retreated. At this time, a "squeaky" voice came from a corner of the room. Manager Zhang turned his head and looked at the corner of the room, posing a very old bed, a very thin Mosquito net, blocking the front. By the light, I can see a very thin person, and I am slowly sitting up.

The bedboard creaked, and his (her) bones were also making a curry sound.

On the two sides of the mosquito net, seven long nails were inserted from the top. The man inside folded his hands and bowed to the seven nails. The top nail slipped down automatically, and she worshipped again. Another nail slips...

Manager Zhang sat down on the ground, watching the last nail slip down, the mosquito net was opened, a pair of dry, yellowed hands, stretched out, and slowly opened the mosquito net.

A woman wearing a cheongsam, sitting on the edge of the bed, reached under the bed and found a pair of embroidered shoes and put it on her feet. A straight, dark hair covered his face. The woman slowly touched a wooden comb from the bed and began to comb her hair. She exposed most of her face, which was a slap...

As she combed her hair, she glared at the strange song that the "Pharaoh" had before: lit the lamp and looked at it. Who made the shroud, whoever wants to molt, who wants to molt..."

She slowly raised her hand and pointed to Manager Zhang.

At this moment, Manager Zhang’s cell phone rang. He stretched out his soft fingers and licked it a few times before he slammed it out: pressing the answer button and full of fear turned into this miserable cry: “Help, save lives. !!"

Suddenly, a hand rested on his shoulder from the back. Manager Zhang suddenly turned back and saw a **** face, a big mouth, and two rows of sharp teeth...

"Oh..." Zhang’s throat made a strange noise, and the nerves that had been tightened were finally broken. The head was squatting to the side, and the phone was still in the ear. A woman’s voice came from the receiver. "" Manager Zhang, what happened, where are you, Manager Zhang?"

A grimace, close to the phone, made a giggling like a rat.

"Ah!" Zhou Jingru threw the phone away, his face was terrified, and for a few seconds, he turned his head and looked at Ye Shaoyang. Li Li said: "I heard a woman laughing, a terrible voice, unlike... ...is a person!"

Ye Shaoyang frowned, hurriedly picked up the phone and put it on his ear. The phone was still talking, but he didn't hear the laughter. He only heard a whirlwind sound, and seemed to be humming.

"There was something going wrong, go!" Ye Shaoyang grabbed his backpack and flew out. At this time, the rain stopped. The three men followed the muddy road and ran towards the construction site.

"Shaoyang, where are you going?" Xie Yuqing said as he ran.

"Seven Grandma Temple!"

Both girls are a stagnation, Zhou Jingru said nervously: "How do you know that Manager Zhang is inside?"

"If you are not there, you will know when you go."

I ran into the Seven Grandma Temple in one breath and found that the door of the temple was closed. Ye Shaoyang did not hesitate to post a spiritual symbol to the past, feeling a sigh of anger instantly dispersed, and the door slammed open.

Ye Shaoyang took out a light stick and put it on his wrist. He said, "Be careful!" When you stepped in, you saw a shocking picture:

A man dressed as a worker lay on his back on the floor, his mouth widened, his hands holding a pencil-like thing, his throat, his blood flowing all over his body.

Ye Shaoyang squatted down and checked it. It wasn't a pencil that killed him, but a woman's eyebrow pencil.

Shortly after the death of the person, the body still has the temperature. Now the **** is cut, a drop of blood is on his forehead, and a simple trident rune is drawn. Hold the ghost door with the middle finger, meditate the soul charm and search nearby. ......

After half a minute, he stood up and his eyes were full of surprises.

"What's wrong?" Xie Yuqing hurriedly asked.

"The soul of it can't be found, it's not in the world, it's not in the sinister, it's been deducted."

Xie Yuqing grinned and looked at him with surprise.

"Shaoyang brother, there is a door over there." Zhou Jingru pointed to the corner and said that Ye Shaoyang looked up and had a plaque on the outside of the door. It was estimated that the door was blocked by the plaque, and there was no room for seeing it.

Ye Shaoyang walked over and pushed open the door.

Xie Yuqing and Zhou Jingru followed, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

There was an oil lamp in the room, and Ye Shaoyang saw Manager Zhang, sitting on a bed against the wall and staying.

"Manager Zhang! How are you?"

Zhou Jingru screamed, and it was about to pass. He was stopped by Ye Shaoyang and sighed. He spoke to Manager Zhang and said something that made the two girls creepy: "How did you die?"

(Monday, thick cheeks to recommend tickets, I hope everyone can support, there are also announced, because the readers 1 group cleaned up a lot of zombie powder, there are vacancies, please fill a group first and then into the 2 groups, 1 Group number: 31823078)