I inherited my husband's divine position

Sweat kept slipping from his forehead, and the feeling of being too wet made the man feel weird.

He reached out to wipe his chin, and his hands made of messy lines were stained with ink.

"!?"

"what----!"

The terrified cry was not made by the man.

He had already blocked his throat with too much fright, and sat on the ground with limp legs, looking in the direction of the scream, and saw a distorted 'stickman' not far away pointing in his direction.

"Face, face..."

face, what's wrong?
Are you talking about me?
The man stiffly reached out to his face again.

Start soft.

Weird feeling, as if... as if he picked up the paper that was accidentally blown into the water tank by the wind.

This thought made him exert himself unconsciously.

Soft feeling detached.

There seems to be something wrong with the perception of the face.

The man put his hand in front of his face again, and saw a ball of paper foam that was pulled from his hand.

He tore a piece of his face off.

When this cognition appeared in his mind, the man was stunned at first, then trembled, and finally fell into terrified madness.

He covered his face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

More and more screams and terrified screams sounded in this chaotic and weird world.

"Monster, monster!"

"I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming."

"Help, help, ahhh!"

"Son of God, please forgive me, woo woo woo, don't dare, I won't dare again."

"Son of God? What are you talking about?"

"Zhuang Yu? You are Zhuang Yu, right? Do you know what happened?"

Several stickmen surrounded a stickman and asked about its identity and situation.

"No, I'm not Zhuang Yu!" He was denied by the stickmen surrounding him.

"Listen carefully to the voice and it's true, then why do you ask the Son of God to spare his life?" a stickman asked urgently.

Up to now, the stickman who was questioned didn't want to hide it any more, "The two adults who just came are God Son and Goddess Her Highness! You idiots insulted God Son's painting! You must have provoked God Son's anger to encounter these things." !"

This stickman is one of the dudes, and he really angered everyone present.

It must be Zhuang Yu's rambunctious rumors and this group of rubbish belittling Mi Feixue's paintings, which made him suffer along with him!
"Son of God? That man turned out to be the Son of God!!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Didn't Zhuang Yu say that he and the Son of God are brothers and sisters?"

"Where's Zhuang Yu? Come out! Come out!"

A stickman who has been silent has been hiding himself, not daring to reveal anything.

At this moment, he was actually thankful that he couldn't speak with his tongue.

"None of them are good things!"

Can't find Zhuang Yu, the stickman pointed at the dude and cursed.

The dandy scolded back, "What are you guys, a bunch of self-righteous trash, I will abolish you today!"

It rushed up and grabbed a stickman's arm and tore it off.

"Ah!" the stickman screamed, "my hand!"

"Stop him!"

The other stickmen hurriedly stopped them, and some tried to persuade them to fight, but instead of stopping the chaos, it intensified and caused the melee.

Everyone looks messy, and the stick figure made of thick and chaotic lines can only see the limbs, head and facial features from the outline, and no one can recognize who the other is from the appearance.

Someone found a problem in the middle, and his own person beat his own person, so he hurriedly asked for his name, but if someone fished in troubled waters, there was nothing he could do to replace his name.

At the end of the fight, there were stickmen missing arms and legs.

"My hand, which hand is mine?"

"Help……"

"Where are my eyes? Who gouged my eyes."

"Hehe, hehehehe, crazy, everyone is crazy."

restaurant.

Xiaoer carried the plate and went upstairs slowly, those weird, frightened and crazy voices became clearer and clearer, and he was also taken aback, thinking: What new thing is Mr. Zhuang playing again, is he so crazy?

After waiting for the stairs, Xiao Er calmed down before going out, with a forced smile on his face.

"Zhuang..." Young Master?
Xiao Er stopped talking in astonishment, even forgot to close his mouth.

I saw no one on the second floor.

People... people?
Not long ago, I saw that noble lady and young master leaving, but no one else went downstairs.

And all kinds of desperate roars, murmurs, and screams that made him terrified when he went upstairs still echoed in this empty space, as if an invisible group of people were suffering inhumane torture inside.

Xiao Er's scalp was numb, and the tray in his hand fell to the ground.

"what sound?"

"Ah, my ears!"

"Heavenly thunder! It must be coming down from the sky and striking us to death!"

Xiao Er exclaimed, "What, who?!"

"..." All kinds of miserable cries stopped.

There was silence for two or three seconds.

Xiaoer's back was soaked in cold sweat in these two or three seconds.

He backed away pale.

Suddenly, what erupted from the silence was a stormy cry for help.

"Is there anyone? Is it a person? Help, help me!"

"I am the third son of Marquis of Wen'an, if you save me, you will be rewarded with a hundred gold!"

"And me, and me, I am..."

"Hehehehe, with this inhuman appearance, so what if he returns to the world, so what..."

Too many voices and emotional leaks gathered together and appeared to be extremely chaotic, all crowded into Xiaoer's mind, arousing the fear in his heart.

Xiao Er couldn't bear it any longer, and ran away from here.

first floor.

Everyone heard the sound of heavy objects rolling down, and looked towards the stairs, just in time to see Xiaoer who was rolling down.

"What are you doing with your hands and feet?" the shopkeeper scolded.

Xiao Er raised his head, showing his pale face, and said falteringly, "Upstairs, upstairs..."

The shopkeeper secretly thought that it was not good, although those upstairs are all rich and scholarly, but their backgrounds are not small, could something have happened?
However, if something really happened, it cannot be said in public.

The shopkeeper gave Xiaoer a wink, telling him to go back and talk elsewhere.

As a result, Xiaoer, who was obviously very clever on weekdays, changed his normal routine today and couldn't read people's eyes.

"People are gone, gone."

Xiao Er twitched her lips, "There are ghosts... there are ghosts!"

"Ghost? Are you talking about a ghost?" A voice came from among the guests on the first floor, and stood up enthusiastically, "Take me to see it!"

The friend next to him stopped him, "This is not Beiyuan City, if something strange happens, be careful."

"You're right, it's more reliable to go to the Siye Mansion to report the case." The guest said, and then called Xiao Er, asking him to explain the situation clearly, and if he was sure it was a strange disaster, he would go to the Si Ye Mansion to invite someone.

Influenced by this guest's attitude, the others were not so nervous, and asked Xiaoer to talk in detail.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and then took a breath, thinking that it would be bad if it was really weird and caused trouble, and it would be bad for the guests on the second floor to suffer.Not to mention that the shop after the homicide case will not be easy to do business in the future, but what happened to the second son of General Fuguo's family and several other sons and gentlemen, he must not be able to eat and walk around.

The shopkeeper hurriedly shouted for help, and asked people to send messages to the Fuguo General and other various mansions.