Chapter 133
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Shen Dongqing pressed the button on his phone. The fluorescent light from the screen shone on the face of the owner of the house. The owner of the house was originally a simple and honest young man. Now, under the light of death, his face was distorted and horrifying. His mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to swallow everyone present alive.
"You're all going to die —"
The owner of the house didn't use much force, but his voice was like thunder.
The timid Fang Qi was already trembling. He looked at Shen Dongqing for help.
Shen Dongqing said seriously, "It's against the law to use violence. It's not good."
The owner of the house was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter, "Once you enter this building, don't even think about leaving. Human laws can't restrict us! No one will be able to save you. "
"No, are you mistaken?" Shen Dongqing tilted his head, "I mean — I don't want to use violence."
The owner of the house stopped laughing. He looked up and down at the person who spoke arrogantly. Shen Dongqing's body was relatively thin, white and tender. It felt like he could be picked up with one hand.
He laughed, "You're overestimating yourself."
Fang Qi gathered his courage and said, "You're alone. There are so many of us. I'm not afraid of you!"
The owner of the house's face became gloomy, "Take a good look. Am I really alone?"
As his voice fell, all kinds of strange sounds came from the shadows in the corner. Then, shadows that were darker than the darkness came out and lay on the ceiling, the cabinets, and the walls.
Whoosh — —
Countless pairs of eyes opened in the small kitchen. Their black pupils were red, and their eyes contained different emotions such as resentment, curses, and malice. The only thing they had in common was that they were staring at the living people present.
"Hehe!"
The ghost baby who was suppressed in the pot laughed gloatingly.
Shen Dongqing turned on the stove, and the laughter turned into shrill screams.
Seeing that the ghost baby was in a "hot water" situation, the father of the house's owner roared. The ghosts were driven and rushed over like a tide.
Wu Jia, who was standing at the outermost edge, was almost dragged into the darkness by these dark arms. Fortunately, Zhou Wenyan reached out and pressed on his shoulder at the critical moment.
With just a light touch, the ghosts seemed to be afraid of something and retreated.
Wu Jia, who had survived the disaster, said in a daze, "So there really are ghosts in this world …"
The kid curled his lips and pointed at the person in the pot, "Didn't you already see it?"
Wu Jia said, "I thought it was just an ugly premature baby …"
Shen Dongqing suddenly said, "Something's not right."
Zhou Wenyan retracted his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
"This building." Shen Dongqing said, "This building is different from when we first came in."
The kid sniffled, "This is Yin Land."
Fang Qi, "What is Yin Land?"
The kid, "Do you think I'm Baidu Baike?"
Although he said that, he still explained. Yin Land was a kind of feng shui. This kind of terrain was full of Yin energy. If people lived here for a long time, their bodies would become weak, and in serious cases, they would die. In this way, ghosts would gather in the Yin Land. Maybe after thousands of years, a new Ghost King would be born.
Shen Dongqing smiled and said, "New Ghost King?"
Little Wimp shuddered, and hurriedly flattered him, "The new Ghost King is nothing, you are the real Ghost King …"
Shen Dongqing whispered, "That's more like it."
The ignored owner of the house was unwilling to be left out. He came out to make his presence known, "Kill them!"
The black shadows were restless and rushed up again. Their main target was Shen Dongqing. But before they could touch his clothes, they saw something fly through the air.
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