Xie Bangui looked in the direction of the fat man's finger, and sure enough he saw an extra window on the wall opposite the door.

The window with only three borders looks like an archway standing in front of the tomb for ghosts to enter and exit. There is a slight gap between the two opposite windows, as if they were deliberately hidden.

Fatty Gao swallowed: "Brother, why do I feel like there is someone behind the window...someone is watching us..."

Xie Bangui glanced at the window and put his head back on the wall: "As long as no one climbs in through the window, ignore him."

"What!" Fatty Gao was so frightened that he was about to say more, but Xie Bangui glared at him fiercely and shut his mouth.

He also imagined that Xie Bangui was as calm as a ghost, but the feeling of a ray of light on his back was too real, as if someone was hiding behind the window and carefully looking at his back, choosing a suitable place to strike.

The fat man was so scared that he stared at the door and did not dare to look back. But the more he remained still, the more real the feeling became. He even felt his shoulders sinking suddenly, as if someone put a hand on his shoulders.

Fatty once heard an old soldier say about "a wolf resting on a man's shoulder": when drinking water on the grassland, your eyes must be fixed on the water, and you cannot squat down with straight legs. It is best to squat and kneel. If you feel

If someone is patting you from behind, you must not look back. That means there is a wolf putting a hand on your shoulder. If you turn around, your throat will be bitten by the wolf and you will die. If a wolf puts a hand on your shoulder, you must first look into the water...

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"But there is no water now!"

The tall fat man suddenly thought out of his wits. He pulled out a dagger from his trousers and used the light to shine it behind him. His dagger was not very wide, but it was bright and bright. It was absolutely no problem to illuminate the figure.

The fat man looked for a long time and didn't see anything on his shoulders, but the heavy feeling became more and more clear, as if someone was deliberately grabbing his shoulders and pressing down hard.

"Damn it!" The fat man couldn't hold it in any longer and dropped the dagger. The tip of the knife came down and he held it in his hand. He turned around and swept back half a circle. The person also turned around.

Seeing that there was no one behind him, he immediately used the "Jing Ke Throwing Dagger" move towards the window and used the dagger as a hidden weapon to hit it out through the crack in the window.

The window was not moved, but there was blood seeping from the cracks in the window.

The tall fat man's eyes moved up a little along the blood stain, and he saw a hole appeared in the middle of the window crack. It looked like the eye socket had been gouged out, and blood flowed from the hole like spring water.

It popped up and within a short time half of the wall was dyed red.

Fatty Gao no longer ignored Xie Bangui's instructions. He pulled out two locking nails from his arms and punched them out side by side using the "work and swallows fly apart" technique, and nailed them directly into the two leaves of the window sash. Two streams of black smoke followed the locking nails.

The shadows on the two windows receded instantly as if washed away by the sunlight, leaving only two hidden weapons and a dagger nailed to the wall shaking slightly.

Then, an extremely ear-piercing ghostly cry rushed from the wall to the roof, circling the beams and circling back and forth in the room, like a seriously injured beast, unable to distinguish between north, south and east.

Fatty Gao picked up two more ground-locking nails and sneered: "I can't raise my internal strength, but the magic weapon is still there. If you want to cause trouble for me, you are a little too young."

Xie Bangui straightened up and cursed with a smile: "Look how bad you are."

Xie Bangui pushed the door open a little with his toes, raised his head and said, "I'll let you go this time. If you come in again, you won't be so polite." The ghost cried as it slipped through the crack in the door and disappeared at the end of the street.

Fatty Gao happily put away his hidden weapon and said, "Brother, what did you hear again?"

Xie Bangui shook his head and said: "You can't hear very far without internal strength. The two people who escape will probably be in bad luck."

The two people who escaped didn't run a few steps before turning left and right into the forked road. They had to stop when they found that there was no one around them and only the green oil lamp was left.

The little book boy who was sitting with Mo'er just now saw rows of oil lamps picked up about a person's height above the ground. The lights were so bright that it dazzled his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was a house or a tomb behind the lamps. He deliberately tried to hide it.

I went over to take a look, but I was afraid that there might be a tombstone illuminated behind the light, so I stood in front of the light and hesitated to take a step.

Finally, he came up with a stupid idea. He stared at the oil lamp and moved sideways little by little. Looking at the light could make him feel calmer. After about seventeen or eight steps, his eyes suddenly darkened.

At that time, he trembled violently, and all the hairs on his body stood up. Fortunately, what he saw in front of him was just a dead end between two sides. Although it was a little dark, he could clearly see what was inside.

Without thinking, the book boy plunged into the empty alley and squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, shivering.

"Hey! Didn't anyone tell you that you can't squat in the corner?" A soft voice made the little book boy feel numb from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.

He was sure that the sound came from behind him, but there was obviously nothing behind but the wall.

"Uh--" The book boy was about to call someone when a palm was stretched out from behind to cover his face. The eyes exposed between his fingers grew wider and wider, and he watched as the green bricks on the walls on both sides popped out piece by piece.

, falling on his outstretched feet and legs like a tomb.

The sound of bones being crushed reached his ears clearly...

The other servant who escaped suddenly heard a very familiar scream coming from beside him. He was so frightened that his legs softened and he knelt on the ground. He used his hands and feet to crawl two steps toward the place where the scream came from: "Yan'er... Yan'er...

Er... is it you? Yan'er... I heard brother promised..."

The servant suddenly saw a pile of bricks stained red with blood. The toes of Yan'er's shoes were exposed outside the bricks. A few fingers protruded from the cracks of the bricks. The bricks had been bruised and bloody, but the bricks were bruised and bloody.

Still twitching up and down.

"Oh my God -" The servant was so frightened that he got up and tried to run away, but his feet were so weak that he couldn't stand still. He staggered back a few steps and bumped into the wall.

Before he could stand up, he heard a "crash" sound above his head. Before he could raise his head, an iron hook used to hang pork fell down between his eyebrows. The tip of the hook

Reposting it hit his chin.

"Pfft--" The tip of the hook penetrated his chin, and a few inches of blood came out from his mouth. Then he was lifted up violently, causing the whole person to fall up.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

She came down, looked eye to eye at his raised head, reached out and pried off his fingers on the rope one by one, grabbed his arm and pressed it down.

The ghost said in a soft voice: "There's no one standing under the hook, don't you know?" As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost swiped close to his body and fell down. It was still hanging on the eaves.

The servant felt a burning pain all over his body from his neck down. When Ben Ben raised his hands, he saw that his arms had turned into bloody red meat with no skin covering them.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of human skin without a head was slowly raised to the beam above the head of the family by being carried from left to right by two hooks like hanging clothes.

"That's my skin!" After the last thought flashed through his head, the servant was frightened to death. The body without human skin was hung from the eaves, spinning around, with patches of blood flowing down his face.
Chapter completed!